[Intro]

Eat a dick up

[Hook]

["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...

Still don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...

Still don't nothin' move but the money"]

[Verse 1: Stretch]

Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the black man

Eatin' the scams like I was motherfuckin' Pac-Man

Cops step off, you know the flavor

They fear the ruffneck niggas with the lunatic behavior

And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet

Stabbin' for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin' streets

It's like a madness, fuck making gravy

I rhyme and do crimes, 'cause either way pays me

A little rough with a hardcore...theme

Couldn't rough something rougher in your...dreams

Mad rugged so you know we're gonna ... rip

With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse

Representing YG'z yo

Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino

Seek and Po, can't forget Money Bags

Stickin' up spots and jumpin' in Jags

Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin'

And always keep a hand on the gat

'Cause a niggas straight strugglin'

[Hook]

["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...

Still don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...

Still don't nothin' move but the money"]

[Verse 2: Majestic]

I'm used to being poor, but now I'm sick of strugglin'

I thought about bumpin', but motherfuck jugglin'

I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker

But I'd rather use my gun 'cause I get the money quicker, so bust it

Look as I cut the records hard to eject

A quick clip threw my body down, uhh! It's another hit

I got energy to blast now you want the task here

'Cause of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up

But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin'

Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in

Eye on the Mac 'cause the dogg got it goin' on

If you come up steppin' you'll be lit like a hick

So you better chill, 'cause I got too much money to get

A street thug in the motherfuckin' house, I'm strugglin'

Get drunk but I don't think

I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch

When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch

'Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin' in a ditch

You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame

'Cause I'm playing to win, and survive in the game

I'm strugglin'

[Hook]

["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...

Still don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...

Still don't nothin' move but the money"]

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang

Ain't nothin' changed, set it off, I let the brains hang

Guess who's back to put niggas on they back

Feel the contact, niggas running free better fall back

I'm fifty niggas deep, beat sleep

With a Mossberg wrapped in my sheets

Three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz

Strugglin' and strivin', that's how the dough come

Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal

Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo

Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind

Clickin' on the nine, out to get mine

I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom

Blowin' motherfuckers to the moon

Niggas need to feel me a real G, humbin' the bumblin'

See me on the block, strugglin'

And rollin' with the roughnecks 'nuff checks cashed

I get in niggas ass, blast

Straight strugglin'

[Outro]

["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...

Still don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...

Still don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...

Still don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...

Still don't nothin' move but the money"]