We in this motherfucker for real
Know what Im saying?
Check it, check it
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga
I pack gats, best to back up off me
Get that ass open like a body part melting
I make up and I break, make a snake stab a snake
I rock techniques, yall freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit
When I get ill, my skills simply amazing
A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills
Sinking deep up in your bed, then yall 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, they dont be bullshitting
1993, we coming harder
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga
Ayo, here yee, have you heard of me, 93
Take a look-sie, you dont 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
Yo, Im 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, Im psycho 
Leave us alone, we can hold our own
Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond
I be wettin niggas mortuaries up, they wouldnt know it
When the funeral, burial Im coming strapped
Its that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back
Im the gat
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga
Yes, love, I love your fuckin attitude
When a nigga play pussy, thats the nigga thats gettin screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin
Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin
Then Im dippin up the block and Im robbin bitches, too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldnt give a fuck if youre pregnant
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant, huh
Im slammin niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When its time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
Mom duke aint givin me shit
So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, Im dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fuckin angel dust
When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps
Im all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga
Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga