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[Big Daddy Kane]
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Fuck playin games, I start takin names
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Shake ya frame, time to start payin Kane
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Don't make me have to take it there and start sayin names
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Give you official in the middle initial
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Yes we do the thang, don't care who we bang
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Quick to bring the belt out on cats like Pootytang
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I'm that, new we in, mighty supreme being
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Names that you thought had heart, but seen fleeing
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[Afu-Ra]
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Rap sire, never tire, call me Messiah
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I walk bare foot on hot coles below fire
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The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire
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The type to cross the street, in the cross fire
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Survivor, not stuck in a job, metaphysical
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Go ask your mother, yeah, do what you wanna do
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Now we can go shot for shot, verse for verse
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Worse gets worse, I put you in a hearse
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[Chorus: Afu-Ra (Big Daddy Kane)]
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(Cause it's a stick up!)
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Honey's wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up
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(Cause it's a stick up!)
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Got it rapped up, got it cracked up
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Get your hands high, up in the air before you get slapped up
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(Cause it's a stick up!)
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Honey's wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up
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(Cause it's a stick up!)
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Got it rapped up, got it cracked up
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Hands in the air, before you get slapped up
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[Afu-Ra]
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Now hit 'em up, knock 'em in the bread basket
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You get dap quick fucking with my mack shit
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Around the corner, cats with four faces
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They scheme and plot, I'm like one shot block
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Mass producer, my lyrics is cereal juices
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I'm breakin out tonight, I'm makin moves kid
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Gain collateral, matter of fact it's true
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Your beef'll stop when my judo chop chop
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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We can do it any you want, let's get it on
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So, say ya blessings unless you know your lessons
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If you do baby, you better yell those off
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Feel these elbows, run those shell toes
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Slip a not at all, don't bust one shot at all
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Because I go with extra strength like Tylenol
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Once connected with Afu, and you know we attack
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Come together like Kobe and Shaq
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[Chorus]
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[Afu-Ra]
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A to the F to the U, to the R to the A
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I pull out steel on tracks like everyday
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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Guess who spray, keep the name shook over here
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Play your plee's, just a crook over here
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[Afu-Ra]
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Look over there, cat's is sittin pretty, with the chilly-willy
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Cover me son, yo I'm gettin busy
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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Yo, we prepare for anything that transpire
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Keep ya mouth closed when I pass fire
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[Afu-Ra]
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Slap fire out ya ass cuz you gettin too gas
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I know my math and I mix it with the razzel-taz
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Hide your bling bling, you ain't down with God
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And all the wolves know you left without your body guards
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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How could it not be hard, we swell dee-sel
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Pee-pel feel hell, neck and back like e-zell
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Niggas wanna re-bail, follow the dust to the mist
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Come and get it, now who's fuckin with this?
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[Chorus 2x]
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Stick Up ft. Big Daddy Kane
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Afu-Ra |