DR. AMA - Stick Up Chronicles lyrics

rate me

I got it laid out, some time these bird ass niggas got played out

Blackk Stizzy and Blackk Money in the backseat smoked out

Listen, I'm the brains, you the brawns

Together we the boss, you hold the tail, smoking horses

Inside job, nobody get caught

I'm a bust off if the dreads try to creep something

(That's word to me, I'm a flame the heat, give 'em third degree

Tear the face off the bastard with the plastic ratchet

Stash it, send the stone, these bastards closed casket

Let them faggots know, we savage for the cabbage)

Lay low, got a clean shot, then you blow

If not, grab the gats, cash and hydro

There's a stash under the dresser, in the back

A half of ki of coke, he sent that on the low

Hit the block, left the Tahoe double parked

Thought to myself, we should of waited til dark

Hit the door (shut the fuck up, get on the floor)

Dred gave a look, like you been through this before

(I snatched him up, he licking my gat, click the butt

Open the safe) my man tie the nigga up

(Crazy cheddar, gold 38, twin berettas

In the back of the safe he had a bag full of bezzles)

Stepped outside, jumped in the trunk, threw it in drive

Leaned on the tint, and contemplated on the crime

(Four lanes, flip the high beams, radar screens)

On the B.Q.E. (doing a buck O 3)

Snatch the heat from my side, threw it on safety

(We in the field) counting the cheddar (big bill)

Dr. Ama glanced up (said we conquer the mill)

We on top, (my motto won't stop), don't stop

(Running up on spots) pushing platinum drops

(She rocking ice by they sock) freezing cold (whole squad)

Bigger than gold

Closer to achieve our goal

Listen as the saga unfold

The fight love with no feeling, rules with no healing

Drugs with no dealers, guns with no killers

Jakes, no plots, cops, no gwop

Crack, no spots, the bar, no shocks

Ape with no city, thug with no pity

Milk with no titties, Frank with no Nitty

War without guns, squads with no sons

Fights with no funds, like ladies with no buns

No more petty crime, slinging crack dime, the cop shines

Kidnap the offspring, letting the bloodline take time to mastermind

Pick the target, single with shit, sorta retarded

On your dearly departed, sware we finish once we started

You sware, this is our year, attack from the year

Make our demands clear, put the squeeze in the pot just like the bear

Realize the high stake, hate like Bill Gates deader than steel gates

Could be our fate, plotted out, no room for mistakes

December 8th, the weather cold and blistery

Four masked men in a Lincoln, loading artillery, let's make history

There she is, ya'll cats ready to take care of biz

Glock pull out, grab a seat, threaten to part of his wigs

Stress stay in the car, that's word bond, keep the engine on

Police wrong being, Kev bring the storm

Corner forty dudes in Grand Central, Hax' cock to get you

Scream, I split her wig like a gensu

Snatch the girl, ran back, hopped in the black Continental

Peel off, switch whips, slipped in the green Cammy rental

Dress the Lincoln with lighter fluide, put the match to it

Flames burn through it, burst til the con do it

My man Sylvester had the low bread in Portchester

When in his basement, place the stash of small caucasian

Her rich daughter, mami holding cash like Rich Porter

The bitch outta paint on how she spoil it, best follow my strict order

Or she have a daughter toss it, fuck a body in the water

Leave no evidence, cover every point to pose his neglence

Overstand me, move to plan B, for dead presidents

Stick up chronicles, evil thoughts, that what moke and chronic do

It's all real, to live we die by steel, ain't nothing comical

Would you sacrifice to save your loved ones life

Think about it, would you pay or make 'em pay the final price