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charr - stick up 2 lyrics

[intro: shade]

hallelujah motherf-ckas, it’s shade and charr
the top dog of repwurk and the wicked clown of the atl motherf-cka
we coming at you packing that f-cking heat, bout to spit that godd-mn venom – cause that’s what we f-cking do – this is a stick up!
everybody put your godd-mn motherf-cking hands up and don’t even dare try to f-cking move – before we pop you in your godd-mn face motherf-cker!
hit you in the f-cking dome with that chrome ninja!
you ain’t got shit on this!
this is f-cking family shit motherf-cker! i ride or die for this repwurk shit!

[verse 1: shade]
boom!
bringing it back! when shade and charr used to get on the track
and we always k!lling, yeah we not wack
we k!lling your wife on the f-cking track
yeah
what’s up with that?
bringing it back to the days of rap was about popping shit and the stick up tracks were about k!lling motherf-ckers with the gat
oh
what’s up with that?
where ya gonna go? why ya always sad?
why ya always mad? cause i’m f-cking angry cause i ain’t got a godd-mn cigarette
what’s up with that?
what am i gonna do?
i’m gonna come at you with an ax so f-cking clean and true because you know i’m so f-cking real and i’m gonna come at you like a juggalo would do
okay what’s up with that dude?
how you gonna tell me that i ain’t true? when i ain’t real, that i’m the fake one?
when you’re smiling to me then talking shit behind my back huh?
spitting h-lla lyrics
fighting all the demons
yeah my arms are bleeding
but who gives a f-ck?
because i’m coming at you with a f-cking gat bruh
put a gat to ya back
put a bullet in the back of your skull and watch it splat – watch the blood rise to the sky and then fall down flat – huh?
what a pretty sight
there’s a pattern on the ground and i really need to fight somebody cause i’m getting p-ssed cause i ain’t got a cigarette; so where’s it at b-tch?

[intermission: shade]
whoop whoop! everybody motherf-cking rise!
stand the f-ck up!
this is that og wicked clown shit!
this is that repwurk shit motherf-cker!
you don’t know ’bout that family game
you lonely -ss motherf-cker sitting at home beating your meat to midget p-rn – f-ck you!
and f-ck your mom!

{verse 2: charr]
yeeeeeaaaahhhh!
charr the f-cking metaphor matador
i open up all kinda doors
three down i feel like opening more
i slide through in all kinda decor
i light up all kinda fiy-or
oh i meant fire
oh i meant charr
oh i meant heat
oh i meant bars
f-ck man
oops i meant prisons
oops i meant k!lling
oops i mean careers
oops i mean oh dear
oh man – oh fam
i k!lled every single one of em
i went in and murdered em
i swear i never heard of em
i swear i jump over hurdles – and
i leave the beat charred – arrested behind bars
spitting automatic – k!lling demographics
painting some mean motherf-cking graphics on blank canvas
creating rabid habits
f-cking like wild rabbits
bringing em together like f-cking magnets
eating beats like some maggots
k!lling all my opponents – f-ggots
blowing em away like magic
i do it like magic
your girl on my johnson
i don’t plan on stopping – your hearts i’ll be stopping
clogging all your arteries
in chemo they put rap in my f-cking iv
so you wonder why i’m looking like i won the f-cking lottery?
nah be proud of me
your boy is an oddity
i last like the odyssey – i make em so fond of me
i do it so honestly – rap is a part of me
i create art audibly – i rhyme so honorably
i k!ll beats so f-cking horribly
i just want your honesty – i want it so horribly
my mind can’t fit inside of me
i need it to be outta me to make room for new f-cking verses to put all y’all in f-cking he-rs-s!
i won’t do reverses!
i don’t need rehearsal – i just go steve urkle!
i don’t need to practice – i just k!ll this rap shit!
charr the f-cking god
like o m g
i do what i please; i k!ll beats with ease
with shade on my right – he k!ll em ignite
he spit dope lines like all the f-cking time
repwurk is on the f-cking rise
i’m k!lling you m-th-f-ckas – make everyday halloween
hop out that extra mean sippin that special lean
check!
get paid; f-ck up the check
get laid; f-ck up the deck
catch ways; you get in debt
dog days; i feel the best
i’m way above the rest
i weigh about the best
i made my f-cking crest
always above the test
i never sleep or rest
i always k!ll the rest
i bring out all the best
i smile like i’m from crest
your girl caress my d-ck
i’m way above this b-tch
but i still give her the shit
this b-tch ain’t worth my rent
hah
you feel me motherf-cker?

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