Stick Up Kid

Rolling in my 2-door Monte Carlo

Looking for somebody I can borrow

5 or 10 dollars 'til tomorrow

I'm doing bad ya'll uh-uhn

I just smoked my last pack of cigarettes today

Ever seen a nigga diggin in the ashtray

It's a crumbling and humbling sight to see

I'm doing bad ya'll uh-uhn

And their teasin' me with these 23's and these dvds in their ride

And they pass me by-by-by-by-by-by

And have the nerve to wonder why

I be robbin' these niggas

I'm a stick-up kid

That's how I live I admit it

I be robbin' these niggas

I'm a stick-up kid

And if you're doing too much I'm coming to get it

See lately I've been thinking bout saving my soul

And do prayers make it to heaven from the ghetto

I asked all my friends but they all say they don't know

It's all bad ya'll

And the preacher talking bout some stuff he don't know

When church done became a fuckin' fashion show

And they won't let a nigga in with these timbos

It's all bad ya'll

Nobody knows the trouble I see

Nobody knows but me