Aggravated Robbery - Project Pat

Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up

Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

Stuck 'em down, Stuck 'em down

Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

(Now that should be fun) (4X)

I’m psycho-pathic, behind the trig-ga

I needed loot so, I had to rob ya

But faced it cause ya, a coward to me

I’d rather pop ya, before ya do me

Ya high cap-pin friend, flex-in in my hood

I’m out here star-vin, you liv-in real good

As long as I got, a tolI I stay paid

You keep sell-in dope, there’s cheese to be made

Pull up on the track, niggas start to bail-in

I pulled out my gat, that’s my dope y’all sell-in

So check yo end boy, break yo self on down

You got 10 dollars, that’s more than I have

Could be Patta’s thangs, bet-ter than noth-ang

Even you broke fools, gone get me some-thang

Don’t get your-self hurt, slaught-ered like a hog

I’m out on these streets, crawl-in like a dog

Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up

Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

Stuck 'em down, Stuck 'em down

Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

(Now that should be fun) (4X)

Open ses-ame, the safe in the floor

What I told the clerk, at the cor-ner store

A mask on my face, for cam-ras to see

A Glock to his dome, bitch don’t play with me

Ya don’t know the code, his eyes I see fear

Cause it’s bout to get ugly up in here

The boy blew my high, the gun blew his ass

Right off with his man-ager in the back

Ball-in off the lot, no cheese mad as fuck

Half-way down the street, some hoes from the club

Pulled up at the light, in Benzo with rims

Now im act-in like, I’m holler-in at them

Wussup with y’all?

What y’all doin out this late

Girls: Shit!

Just leaving the club.

What’s the business

Ey look lemme get yo number

And them rings, and that purse

All that mother-fucking shit around yo neck!

Bitch!

Let me get this shit ho

Drop it all!!!

Shut up bitch!!!

Shut up bitch

Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up

Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

Stuck 'em down, Stuck 'em down

Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

(Now that should be fun) (2X)

Robbers we hang, in hoods where they clean

Jackin any-one, from preacher to fiend

Addicted to this, just like it was crack

You slip in the street, my toast to your back

I’m out on the late, while you on a date

Your bitch looking good, you clean so I hate

You take-in your time, to wine and to dine

But times on my side, so I’m gon' go hide

In bushes your house, pull up we jump out

With mask-is and gun, then duct tape your mouth

The girl you was with, gave us the info

That you was a heavy nig-ga with dough

A kidnap could turn into a murd-a

Now where is the stash, 45 will serve-ya

We take-in the loot, never think-in twice

Either it’s the cheese, or either your life

Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up

Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

Stuck 'em down, Stuck 'em down

Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

(Now that should be fun) (4X)