Chorus:
everybody put ya hands high hands high
gettem gettem up!
thats right thats right
we dont really give a fuck
everybody put ya hands high hands high
gettem gettem gettem up!
thats right its a stick up
homie the jigs up
its an eye for an eye
a tooth for a tooth
we gonna ride when we ride
we gonn shoot when we shoot
we comin live from the OHten thats right
you wont survive without a propane pen

Verse 1:
im only gona tell u one time homie open the safe up
before i let this 44 open your face up
call me chef duff ace of cakes
im chefed up ill let the lead dump taste the bass
if you smell somethin cookin in here
it aint a t-bone the meat wont cook when it sear
uh huh i took it this year
all i see is a man when i stand and i look in the mirror
i burglarize murder rhymes
i got a fetish for it tell me when the word arrives
imma turn the tides im flirtin with death
swerve to the left when its my turn to drive
i wont crash again i hope you can keep up to speed
but im not a kardashian
im marvelous i want all of this
crime spree king pin tearin down ya colleges

Verse 2:
ayo its a stick up i rip up dudes face
i get the big bucks and hit clubs too late
nasty nate with a bag of new grass
now thats some old shit i baggem too fast
yea i got the hook up yall thats mean support
you fiends are like a push up bra
you a super ho man up
now put ya hands up like the
saints won the superbowl
let me make a toast heres to the best rapper
and another track thats dope
street pharmacy bullet proof armory
my archery will strike a main artery
it aint hard to see i get that easy cheese
and all my ghostwriters we be droppin E-V-P's
and the BDP it collasped from the roof down
im too animated for toon town