Dusty Locane - Stickup lyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones, 1090 OP & DUSTY LOCANE] (Okay, Kino, I see you) You know I'm on point like OP (You know) Have Locane come dust one of you ni**as off (Grrt, rrr) Only Harlem ni**a you know playin' Brooklyn like a playground Sty' what's up? Chuck your body, what's up? Nine-five, [?], what's up? (Nina Fever) 'Zoe life, right? (Rrr) Don't get zoe'd out here (On hood) ni**a we grippin', we ain't slippin', ni**a you slidin', where you hidin' fu*ker (Gangsta) [Verse 1: 1090 OP] Pussy Know I'm on point, know I ain't never [?] Put pain in these stripes, turn into Freddy Kruger, [?] (Gangsta) Hah, say you act bad, know we act badder None of these ni**as factor, watch how I hit 'em, turn 'em into Casper I'm on a roll, run in the backup, I know nothin' really matters Know I'm a pro all with this Glock, call me Jeffy Hardy with thе ladder (Ha-ha) That's your b*tch, know a ni**a had her (Sheesh), ni**a tried talk, [?], gon' hop out thе cut, Brodie gon' blast 'em I really live what a ni**a rappin', ni**as only live life what through a capture I'm in the field where it's active, I don't need a pill just to get active Doin' hits over, don't got the strap, runnin' 'em over Always bossed up, never been a doger [Verse 2: Jim Jones] fu*ker, ain't never been a doger, ni**a You ni**as caught the wrong phone call I'll have you ni**as booned off of [?] like this is '99 Keep playin' with me, Cappo in the buildin' I got homies in Brooklyn, we be shinin' and bookin' 'em [Verse 3: DUSTY LOCANE]