Stick Em Up

[Hook: Phora] Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up now Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, what Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, uh Stick em' up, yours truly motherfucka [Verse 1: Phora] Ah shit, y'all done let the dogs out Its time to get some blood up on my paws now Got a list of rappers that I plan to take under But tell the truth They'll probably fall off by the end of the summer I got a lot shit planned for these niggas We're killing em' slowly, watching em' suffer I feel bad for these niggas And I'm never far from ready, I ain't signed to Interscope But I keep these rappers in my scope, my aim is always steady Fuck rap, fuck a deal, since I came, I've been real Stick em' up then shut your mouth Don't tell me how the fuck you feel I don't give a fuck about the blogs or the magazines I got a magazine of lyrical shots that'll smash your team What would you do if I gave you my dick You'd probably run and tell your friends after you give it a lick I'm with this shit, so what is love, love Is it you and I taking a five speed down the five Doing ninety-five yelling "Do or die" Who am I, the one you shouldn't fuck with cause its suicide All these niggas lies, they just old tricks with a new disguise I made this shit possible for niggas like us And nowadays they rush you and bust So who the fuck can you trust Yo, breaking the bank and we bringing it back And I'm running my city like we on a track And these niggas be talking, but never attacking I'm taking the title, I'm spitting the facts You niggas is whack and I'm letting you know I got goons in the back and they ready to go Give me the loot, give me the dough Pass me the mic and I'm ready to roll [Hook: Phora] Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up now Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, what Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, uh Stick em' up, yours truly motherfucka [Verse 2: Eskupe] Fuck this rap shit cause I don't know where the passion is Now I'm dumping heavy shit like rolling on some laxatives Y'all the definition of what average is You done stepped into the ring with some ma-fucking savages I spit flames and manipulate the beat I'm Rick James, I got mud up on my feet I'm quick to stop these rappers, get your body fractured I ain't like molly rappers, I don't like all these rappers So I'm back with a vengeance, swinging off with the hinges I take one for the team, now I'm back in the trenches Strapped with a backpack, bring a rap back to the essence Spitting penitentiary bars that come with a death sentence See all irrelevant, that was past tense I got Mayan blood with the heart of an Aztec No label necessary, every verse is legendary Now give me the loot, everything else is secondary I'm second to none, spit like I'm a son of a pun Cock back, wait a minute, I'm a son of a gun Ain't no heaven in my future, I'm just being honest Now just put your fucking hands up [Hook: Phora] Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up now Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, what Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, uh Stick em' up, yours truly motherfucka