Twista - Stick Up The World lyrics

[Intro] Mobstaz [Chorus 2X: Twista] If you my partner in crime, well c'mon ride with me We gon' stick up the world, let's split it 50/50 Count the money in the hotel suite smokin sticky If the police want some, the b**hes can come and get me [Twista] Now you were steady talkin 'til you heard that click-clack Now come around me talkin sh** you gon' get b**h slapped Now this is my life, my money, my hoes Pullin Benzes and Bentleys out a garage do' Think we give a f** about you? We gettin money mayne But still'll tell a b**h n***a he gotta run that chain We conquer all obstacles, you miss the preliminaries I send six to a soul and put him in the cemetary Men have varied that I suffered from the consequences of me Never can put some shots on me cause my defense is ugly Haters wanna k** Liff' and Twist' and they wanna murder Mayz 'til we send shots through they flesh, veins, ventricles and vertabraes Give surgeries and d**h to n***az, wanna win a war but my weapon's bigger I'm Tec religious, but most of all I'm obsessed with figures Gotta get it, we can do whatever I got a plan and some guns (f** 'em) we can do this together [Chorus] [Mayz] I bet I catch you b**h n***az on the tip Cause I swear I got you f*ggots gettin pistol whipped See we ain't backin down to your mob or your chief Cause we don't give a f** 'bout the n***az smokin leaf Mob with the real n***az tryin to get a meal 'Til the rest of the fam come home from state ville[?] We gon' keep it pimpin while you f*ggot n***az hate But no matter what n***a we'll never break Fool this is M-O-B 'til I can't breathe Cause I'ma keep bustin 'til I can't squeeze And show you fake a** hustlers how to make cheese Cause you ain't seen a soldier 'til you fake steez K-Town a** n***az doin what we do, keepin it hot Always packin millimeters when you see us on the block Our pockets stay on swole, gettin sweaty by your girl (f** 'em) Cause she already know we 'bout to split up the world [Chorus] [Liffy Stokes] First you was hard, now you got the f** face Cause we got you in the basement wrapped up in duct tape You'll be a lonely hater f**in with this [?] I spit more game at these n***az than a negotiator You down to get this money n***a well then ride with me Grab a pistol and some shells, we'll split it 50/50 I go against the grain, keep a bomb on the dope with 'caine, numb you like novocaine Keep the dope fiends catchin dreams, shoot 'em all about my change I keep my Glock on co*k when I'm walkin up the block I keep my stash on lock for them p**y a** cops I keep a bundle of joy, the brown and the boy Bad b**h whippin the clip that'll make a lot of noise I got a lot of boys and they down to die with me Real soldiers on the ground that'll give you fifty To your face for the boss of all bosses Made n***az run these streets built on coffins [Chorus] [Outro] Mobstaz [echoes]