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letra de stick n move (remix) lyrics (feat. born unique & killa sha) - ill bill

[chorus x 2]

brr stick em hi-hi-high stick em
brr stick em hi-hi-high stick em
brr stick em hi-hi-high stick em
treat it like boxing, stick n move, stick n move

[verse 1: born unique]

stick n move the switchblades down to four-fifths
do it gladiator style, hit you with the raw fist
sniffing the raw fish make your jaw twitch
first joint was hot, remix more sick
stick n move, try it with me, the wrong sh-t
you picked the wrong vic
catch you at church wearing the wrong kicks
you can’t run now sonny, ain’t nothin funny
i want the money, body filled with dummies
so here we go, be like “not him!”
cats hate me in the ? but never shot him
never got him, do me a favour i’m ready to die
i’ll be waiting heavy in the cut cleaning my nines
with a dime between my thighs cleaning my nine
greasy grimy guy been seen with demon eyes
brrr stick em hi-hi-high stick ‘em
yo sha pull the whip over, i see another victim

[chorus x 2]

[verse 2: killa sha]

yo, yo, straight to the point like twenty minutes to one
still in ‘06 a n-gg-’ll get hung
spit out venomous sh-t from the lungs
lames be tucking in their links when i come
pull up to the club, nothing less than ten guns
the god came to party then sn-tching funds
n-gg-s don’t say a word until i’m done
i really think you wanna get home to your son
and to ya wives so look into my eyes
(come on daddy you know what this is already)
yo, i ain’t really playing around with this
and i’m right up on you son i don’t plan to miss
i’m high off that dust and lion p-ss
give n-gg-s the business and i’ll smash their b-tch
there it is, unique and the qb kid
stick n move, n-gg- straight from the bridge

[chorus x 2]

[verse 3: ill bill]

never hit a man with gl-sses, hit him with a brick
if he doesn’t give up his sh-t, hit him with a clip
i don’t suffer from insanity, enjoy every minute of it
my hobby’s armed robbery, it’s really fun
when a motherf-cker run and try to jog from bullets
i blow wigs off leaving flat tops and mullets
when you die go to heaven, till then welcome to h-ll
give me something to bring to the p-rn shop and sell
i sn-tch diamonds and rubies, pradas and guccis
my getaway driver push hondas and ?
run up in your f-cking house with llamas and uzis
and a roll of duct tape for your momma and your two seeds
homie, even snoop love the c-ka
? half bandana on a skull with toasters
lie the f-ck down homie, put your hands on your head
while i’m walking out the door with my hands on your bread
stupid

[chorus x 2]

- ill bill

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