Stick up kids is out to tax [x2]
And this is how the story goes


Brothers are amused by others brother's reps
But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept
'Cause in the night, you'll feel fright

And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might
Wanna do a dance or two
'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew

No matter is you or your brother's a star
He could pop you in check without a getaway car
And some might say that he's a dummy

But sticking you and taking all of your money
It's a daily operation
He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station

Mad brothers know his name
So he thinks he got a little fame
From the stick-up game

And while we're blaming society
He's at a party with his man
They got their eye on the gold chain

That the next man's wearing
It looks big but they ain't staring
Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother

They'll be long gone before the kid recovers
And back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neck
Claimin' respect, Just to get a rep


Ten brothers in a circle
Had the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you"

If you don't run out your dues and pay
Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day
See, they were on the attack

And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap?
Make it fast so we can be on our way
Kick in the rings and everything, ok?"

The kid was nervous and flinching
And little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchin
Closer and closer, put the gun to his head

Shorty was down to catch a body instead
Money was scared so he panicked
Took off his link and his rings and ran frantic

But shorty said, "Now" pulled the trigger and stepped
It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep