Get Ya Rob Three 6 Mafia (Ft. Project Pat)

[Intro]
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up

[Bridge]
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up (raise 'em up)
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up (raise 'em up)
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up (raise 'em up)
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up (raise 'em up)

[Chorus]
All that flossin' on the town'll (get, get-get you robbed)
You be splurgin' all yo' cash'll (get, get-get you robbed)
Out here trickin' with them broads'll (get, get-get you robbed)
Ain't breakin' bread with yo' dawgs now that'll get you robbed
All that flossin' on the town'll (get, get-get you robbed)
You be splurgin' all yo' cash'll (get, get-get you robbed)
Out here trickin' with them broads'll (get, get-get you robbed)
Ain't breakin' bread with yo' dawgs now that'll get you robbed

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
At the corner sto's, hangin' with my young niggas
Project Pat, in the base, where we squeeze on triggers
Real killers roll 'round here, lookin' for some prey
Low key behind tinted windows with the blown face
Gold plates, dirty Ruger 9, catch one to the spine
He don't wanna come up off the wallet then I blow him fine
He done blew my high, so I had to blow his life away
Blew a few mo' lines just to send my conscience on its way
You probably on some crime, then I pulled up on the bank lot
She had a bag of money, snatched the bag, I let my gun pop
Skeeted off the lot, made a lick, thinkin' it was love
Bag full of shredded checks, cold-blooded, humbug