Bản dịch: Will Haven. Stick Up Kid.
your false sense of security I can control everything I will give you your life I can take it away I will pass my judgement But who will protect me
will make a fool die quicker than liquor Watch your back with your niggas Cause that's right where they'll stick ya You see me in the club jeweled up
't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother Flat packs will
t leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother Flat packs will
your back with your niggas Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor Cause that's right where they'll stick ya You see me in the club jeweled up
, we in here We tossin it up I got my man Everlast in the house Tossin it up, youknowwhatimsayin Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here But we gon' to' it up
take the joy from us [Kid Cudi] Keep you hands up, get mine up don't let them take your fire Keep you hands up, get mine up don't let them take your
I roll up, it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya', Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin', I helped blow them up
night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family sticks together and we never betray Nah, fuck that, fifty-two pick up, no cops around Fifty
my identity My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask My crew in the Jersey wear the mask Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask Yeah, everybody wear da mask but how long will
a dancer And that's sick like cancer Man this bitch is trash and he's at her Dawg you dealin with a fucked up babe With fucked up ways, it's fucked up
comftable Taught me the game and how to be responsible But back then I couldn't see it I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin' And ended up
game ain't no forfeit Slicker than a porpoise and thicker than a horse's Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless I stick to my thesis, I stick to my
Roc get the gin, I'm gon bring the hen We don't give a fuck, we get fucked up Nigga throw up from the floor 'Bout the throw up gotta hold the wall Overload
Where? London. London? London. London? Yes, London! You know: fish, chips cup o' tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins, London. Whoo Kid
some, I said I don't have none Found it in the sun on the floor next to my gun Next thing I saw was the guns to my head Now the lead will make me dead
expected nor what you thought so About time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creepin' up
