Artist: Twista f/ Speedknot Mobstaz Album: 2 for 10 Song: Stick Up the World Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] Mobstaz [Chorus 2X: Twista] If you my partner in crime, well c'mon ride with me We gon' stick up the world, let's split it 50/50 Count the money in the hotel suite smokin sticky If the police want some, the bitches can come and get me [Twista] Now you were steady talkin 'til you heard that click-clack Now come around me talkin shit you gon' get bitch slapped Now this is my life, my money, my hoes Pullin Benzes and Bentleys out a garage do' Think we give a fuck about you? We gettin money mayne But still'll tell a bitch nigga he gotta run that chain We conquer all obstacles, you miss the preliminaries I send six to a soul and put him in the cemetary Men have varied that I suffered from the consequences of me Never can put some shots on me cause my defense is ugly Haters wanna kill Liff' and Twist' and they wanna murder Mayz 'til we send shots through they flesh, veins, ventricles and vertabraes Give surgeries and death to niggaz, wanna win a war but my weapon's bigger I'm Tec religious, but most of all I'm obsessed with figures Gotta get it, we can do whatever I got a plan and some guns (fuck 'em) we can do this together [Chorus] [Mayz] I bet I catch you bitch niggaz on the tip Cause I swear I got you faggots gettin pistol whipped See we ain't backin down to your mob or your chief Cause we don't give a fuck 'bout the niggaz smokin leaf Mob with the real niggaz tryin to get a meal 'Til the rest of the fam come home from state ville{?} We gon' keep it pimpin while you faggot niggaz hate But no matter what nigga we'll never break Fool this is M-O-B 'til I can't breathe Cause I'ma keep bustin 'til I can't squeeze And show you fake ass hustlers how to make cheese Cause you ain't seen a soldier 'til you fake steez K-Town ass niggaz doin what we do, keepin it hot Always packin millimeters when you see us on the block Our pockets stay on swole, gettin sweaty by your girl (fuck 'em) Cause she already know we 'bout to split up the world [Chorus] [Liffy Stokes] First you was hard, now you got the fuck face Cause we got you in the basement wrapped up in duct tape You'll be a lonely hater fuckin with this {?} I spit more game at these niggaz than a negotiator You down to get this money nigga well then ride with me Grab a pistol and some shells, we'll split it 50/50 I go against the grain, keep a bomb on the dope with 'caine, numb you like novocaine Keep the dope fiends catchin dreams, shoot 'em all about my change I keep my Glock on cock when I'm walkin up the block I keep my stash on lock for them pussy ass cops I keep a bundle of joy, the brown and the boy Bad bitch whippin the clip that'll make a lot of noise I got a lot of boys and they down to die with me Real soldiers on the ground that'll give you fifty To your face for the boss of all bosses Made niggaz run these streets built on coffins [Chorus] [Outro] Mobstaz {*echoes*}