Threat - Give it Up lyrics

[Threat] I told you every n***a on my block, won't stop One time rather send RoboCop Cause comin down my block is like comin out the pockets Damn it's hard to see behind a stocking (mask) n***as get sniped in broad daylight So imagine what the f** go on at night well let me tell you The holy's, the two-lows and, who knows The n***a had some sales but now they gone, where they at? In the back of my El Camino, my homie Deano Sold 'em to me half price cause he knew me Then I went straight to the paint and a throw cost a bank So who the f** can I date? Eeney-meenie-meenie-miney-moe, whatchu' got? Very next stop - hydraulic shop I used to have a 211 case but they dropped it So turn around punk so I can check yo' back pockets [Hook: repeat 2X] {*scratch*} "Tie 'em up" - give it up "Somebody gots ta.." - give it up [Threat] Roll through the hood and say wha**up to the homies Put two hundred on the forties And hit the switch and let the a** on the six just drag Showin off my rim no gold knockoff ("oh no!") Clownin this like side to side, front to back So you can get with this or get with that It's ninety-two but if you do bring a crew cause the L.A. Zoo Is straight puttin n***as on Q.. They just mad cause they can't get with the n***as who be talkin that ol' fly pimp sh** Cause they don't wanna slang, they'd rather smoke Comin up short, accidentally coppin soap (damn!) Only the strongest survive the longest All my G homies put me up on it So watch cause if you watch it's too big Hers and his you know what time it is, come out the pockets [Hook] [Threat] Gank the rich and give to the poor And that's for makin momma do the floors It ain't no way in a f** y'all can make a butler Out a Westside, hard time hustler (like me) I'd rather see a grave, than be a slave On front page on the stage with a twenty gauge Cause ropes and whips and belts don't help So you can bail that motherf**in hay yo'self For five-twenty-five they must be high Smokin up three and fo' chickens at once Servin them thangs like Burger King So let me show you love on a fat dub But I didn't know he was a NARC with the police department Then again I wouldn't know I never seen the seargeant s**er, now I'm stuck up like a (?) And tell my b**h to come get me up out this motherf**er Jammed, cause, Uncle Sam Is givin ten years for every damn gram ("Bam!") You wanna throw away me and throw away the key And stick me in the dungeon with the criminals, him and those Deputies, kickin those refugees I made bail punk so you can have my bunk "Tie 'em up" (give it up) "and then feed the b**h pork!" -] Ice Cube (That's how them motherf**ers did me Gave me handcuffs and a ham sandwich.)