B-legit - Stick Wit Her lyrics

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B-legit - Stick Wit Her lyrics

Verse 1 *(Rame Royal)* I let the dark metal bark wit no emotion Sharply focused Tearin through yo heart like a shark in the ocean What gave you the notion that you could slow my hustle Take a share my business I make you bear witness to this Oakland quarter sack vandall Runnin a quarter panell An you can order that on any rap channel Wit enough ammo an a black flannel To bury Rambo Writin plans fo my camary land flow Verse 2 *(B-Legit)* I swang loose at night Sav-el wit stripes Train in mist to be a k**a 9-8 Vern Miller Fill it to the top wit the Aiwa duce An no game n***as get the f** cut loose 7-duce tonight I roll one right A vet on a set still trumped up tight Work streets at night Supreme so clean Gettin money from the block like a slot machine Verse 3 *(Niki Scarfo)* I turn the blocks to war zones Hin & juice fills my cantine I'm at home when I blast chrome to keep the pressure on beam Murder scenes He got hit when he crossed the grain No time to explain Two in his brain, that's the game f** the fame I want the fortune The best place is outta town The Vill was scorchin Years an years of drama Creeps, murder beef Seems n***as lost sleep over freaks caught up between the sheets Chorus *(Richie Rich)* n***as need the money and the muscle Picture that A hog, a pimp, an two dogs wit no muzzles In an everyday struggle We had to hustle My camp Stay amped about the stamp spender Chick getter Hard hitter Got a b**h in the club, Stick Wit Her n***a, cuz if we get her We gon' have it our way Hard times an connected wit the Bay Verse 4 *(Richie Rich)* I'm screamin "Silence peeps" Come down them streets 4 point 4 pounds of blow is two ki's Sticky finger Hit each kick for 6 zips Slick n***a paintin my town in new whips The coke bouncer Low number announcer 12 zones short n***a finna take him court It's my click I know they notice, we evict We on some mo f** a b**h, slang rock sh** Check this Verse 5 *(Rame Royal)* I slang a bomb of quarter back like Randall Drop back Caulk back the gat Blow out yo candle To hot to hold To hard to handle when I unload Still knockin jumbo Watchin for Columbo Rock it to the top of the pot like gumbo Paparazzi spot feds wit Royal to crumble Been breakin bread an tryin to count much more Makin big heads til my pockets look like Mount Rushmore Verse 6 *(Niki Scarfo)* My games uphold To push a Rolls puffin doe While I'm seen sellin soda goes beyond golden flows From the Vill to weight holders Weighed his vest down An still got touched jumpin outta Range Rovers 5 g's to a soldier And 5 after f** the feds And he finally got a chapter Cuz juss the heat the streets be crucial So believe when you face this k**a the feelin mutual *(Chorus)* 1x Verse 7 *(B-Legit)* I gots 2 pits wit me an they tone the pimp Go hard A n***a disregard that lip Pump it down in yo hole The green in yo doe Got b**hes movin sh** out department stores It's H-O-Z dedicated to work Like to pull on my colla when I pimp it work If it's yo skirt She choose ya lose Either that or the d-boy blues b*atch Verse 8 *(Richie Rich)* n***a refer to the hook see the clothes by the b**h It's real sh** Remember the muscle an same hustle Wants free hustle put yo mind at ease Smoke weed A n***a do whatever he please Two dogs One hog An one pimp Pushin heir-ron, coke, ex an hemp n***as got this game at a stand still Keep the land filled wit leaves of coke until my hands filled *(Chorus)* 2x

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