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Mike G Stick Up

Yo shut up, this is Ice muthafuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy You know what I'm sayin'? But can

cap-gun shots, nigga This a glock, pah, pah, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and yuk with the l-g

seen nothin' yet House is food and you need it If I feed it, you should eat it Say, "House your body, house your body" Say, "House your body, house your body" You know, Mike G

Coolio, what's up with all these fools? Always poppin' off at the lip, talkin' about the last sucka To fuck up and stuff like that, loc, what's up? Yeah

That's right, 'cause I'm a gamer Your girl let you for me, A.G., I don't blame her Step back, get your sticks and your bats Now you step up because my

Steve Feel it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up

ain't stop And I hope he don't smell all this smoke comin' out You know the Clover G's first, them Squad-Up next So all my enemies, you better guard

remorse, better start jettin No need for fuckin with the killer when I'm goin down Nigga please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees I fires up the stick

nigga Still sounds like You wanna do something bitch ass nigga Yeah Hold up This is for my bloods And this is for my crypts Throw your sets up One nation