The Notorious B.I.G. — Stickup

[Produced by 3rd Eye] [Intro: 3rd Eye, Face] I get paid, you get slayed I get paid, you get slayed I get paid, you get slayed Uh I get paid, you get slayed We in this mothafucka for real I get paid, you get slayed Y'all know what time it is I get paid, you get slayed Everybody hit the motherfucking floor [Chorus: All, Face with 3rd Eye] Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup I get paid, you get slayed [Verse 1: 3rd Eye] I got gats, best to back up off me Get that ass open like a body part melting I make up and I break niggas, snakes stabbin' snake I rock techniques (Ah!), y'all freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit When I get ill, my skill's simply amazing A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills Sinking deep up in your bed, then y'all bring all 2 of them Sick motherfucker from the projects I grew up in And do incredible, unforgettable shit, you know? Them niggas from the ghetto, no, we don't be bullshitting 1993, who can see me? Best to go ahead of me Troop, you know my pedigree, you better be strapped 'Cause I'm strapped, ready to catch a body Biggie got the burner, TROO-KULA got the shotty Niggas wanna step into my cycle And I roll on the trifling, flow like Living, backstabbing, crabbing You dirty rat, I'm not trying to hear that Pass the motherfucking gat, troop, here it at Let me get that, man, I'm with that Wait, where my spliff at? You bitch, now let me hit that The night tripper, script flipper Pistol gripper, Jack the Ripper Nobody's ipper than the rep-wrecker Wesstar Look mom, I'm blowing up Your little son is doing stickups [Verse 2: Capital LS] Yo, yo, fuck that, I'm here to bust up out a crack track In fact, mack, I keeps the ill rhymes on attack Think I'm a type of anthrax, who needs ex-lax? Jacks, car-jacks, stick you for your Sugar Smacks And your baby piffs, giving you mind flips Misfits, lift the gun until the number one thump's done Grab, grab your dick and gets freaky Buckshot the boots if the bitch look sneaky Tugging on my dreadlocks, swallowing the bed bugs Gunshots around the mad blocks (We funky niggas) So don't try to check the dick Fuck around and maybe lose your resolution Chris the capital L to the freak the L So open the hatch and let the juice spill [Chorus: All, Face] Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup I get paid, you get slayed [Verse 3: TROO-KULA] Here yee, have you heard of me, '93 Take a look-sie, you don't even know me Well, I flip that shit like them racist niggas up in California See me, prolly counting, yo enough of that Fuck that, having that I'm on a ill track, big raps, you want facts, black Is it time to get ill? Yo, I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey Man, I need a bitch, how you wanna lick Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine I may burn your priest yo My nigga West is kinda Schizo, I'm psycho (Yeah) Leave us alone, we can hold our own Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond I be wettin' niggas mortuaries up, they wouldn't know it Where's the funeral, burial? I'm coming strapped It's that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back I'm the gat toter (Say what?), body bloater (Say what?) Hudson River (I heard), nigga shipper [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Now niggas wanna get too close to the upmost But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host "Introducing-" yo, fuck that nigga's name My hip hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains it pours, because my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MC's I'm burn, I'm burning hot Oh ho ho ho ho, let me slow up with the flow 'Cause if I move too quick, hoe, ya just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Niggas get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit That's why I take 'em out quick The mic's done had it, you can suck my motherfucking dick If you wanna step to the motherfucking rep Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death You got shot because you're—knock, knock, knock, who's there? Another motherfucking heart rock Slacking on your macking cause raw's what you lack Don't wanna react, but just bring it on back [Chorus: All, Face] Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup I get paid, you get slayed [Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.] Let me begin, the .357's to your abdomen Shh, listen, Biggie's on a mission I'm startin' to drool, give me the jewels You know the rules, nigga Throw ya face down in the river Cement shoes, I do bruise Gunshots to the back from the Big MAC attack Two all-beef patties, special sauce, who's the boss? I got the gun and make you "Jump" like Kriss Kross And when I squeeze, nigga please