Phora Stick ’Em Up Lyrics

Sincerely Yours Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Sincerely Yours
  • 2 Summer Nights
  • 3 Forgive Me Mother
  • 4 Tell Me
  • 5 Catharsis
  • 6 A Lil’ Liquor
  • 7 Father
  • 8 Motivated
  • 9 Stick ’Em Up
  • 10 Stuart Little
  • 11 The Root of All Evil
  • 12 Swapmeet Steelo
  • 13 No Other Way
  • 14 As Time Goes By
  • 15 Father, Part 2 (If You’re Out There)
  • 16 SoulStar
  • 17 Make You Feel
  • 18 Time Will Tell (We’ll Find a Way)
  • 19 My Story
  • [Hook: Phora]
    Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up now
    Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, what
    Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, uh
    Stick em' up, yours truly motherfucka

    [Verse 1: Phora]
    Ah shit, y'all done let the dogs out
    Its time to get some blood up on my paws now
    Got a list of rappers that I plan to take under
    But tell the truth
    They'll probably fall off by the end of the summer
    I got a lot shit planned for these niggas
    We're killing em' slowly, watching em' suffer
    I feel bad for these niggas
    And I'm never far from ready, I ain't signed to Interscope
    But I keep these rappers in my scope, my aim is always steady
    Fuck rap, fuck a deal, since I came, I've been real
    Stick em' up then shut your mouth
    Don't tell me how the fuck you feel
    I don't give a fuck about the blogs or the magazines
    I got a magazine of lyrical shots that'll smash your team
    What would you do if I gave you my dick
    You'd probably run and tell your friends after you give it a lick
    I'm with this shit, so what is love, love
    Is it you and I taking a five speed down the five
    Doing ninety-five yelling "Do or die"
    Who am I, the one you shouldn't fuck with cause its suicide
    All these niggas lies, they just old tricks with a new disguise
    I made this shit possible for niggas like us
    And nowadays they rush you and bust
    So who the fuck can you trust
    Yo, breaking the bank and we bringing it back
    And I'm running my city like we on a track
    And these niggas be talking, but never attacking
    I'm taking the title, I'm spitting the facts
    You niggas is whack and I'm letting you know
    I got goons in the back and they ready to go
    Give me the loot, give me the dough
    Pass me the mic and I'm ready to roll

    [Hook: Phora]
    Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up now
    Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, what
    Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, uh
    Stick em' up, yours truly motherfucka

    [Verse 2: Eskupe]
    Fuck this rap shit cause I don't know where the passion is
    Now I'm dumping heavy shit like rolling on some laxatives
    Y'all the definition of what average is
    You done stepped into the ring with some ma-fucking savages
    I spit flames and manipulate the beat
    I'm Rick James, I got mud up on my feet
    I'm quick to stop these rappers, get your body fractured
    I ain't like molly rappers, I don't like all these rappers
    So I'm back with a vengeance, swinging off with the hinges
    I take one for the team, now I'm back in the trenches
    Strapped with a backpack, bring a rap back to the essence
    Spitting penitentiary bars that come with a death sentence
    See all irrelevant, that was past tense
    I got Mayan blood with the heart of an Aztec
    No label necessary, every verse is legendary
    Now give me the loot, everything else is secondary
    I'm second to none, spit like I'm a son of a pun
    Cock back, wait a minute, I'm a son of a gun
    Ain't no heaven in my future, I'm just being honest
    Now just put your fucking hands up

    [Hook: Phora]
    Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up now
    Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, what
    Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, uh
    Stick em' up, yours truly motherfucka

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