[Scratched Hook: Greg Nice, Chilly-T]

Stick up kids is out to tax

Stick up kids is out to tax

Stick up kids is out to tax

And this is how the story goes

[Verse 1: Guru]

Brothers are amused by other brothers' reps

But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept

'Cause in the night you'll feel fright

And at the sight of a four-fifth, I guess you just might

Wanna do a dance or two

'Cause he could maybe bust you for self or with a crew

No matter if you or your brother's a star

He could pop you and jet without a getaway car

And some might say that he's a dummy

But he's sticking you and taking all of your money

It's a daily operation

He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station

Mad brothers know his name

So he thinks he got a little fame from the stick-up game

And while we're blaming society

He's at a party with his man

They got their eye on the gold chain that the next man's wearing

It looks big but they ain't staring

Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother

They'll be long gone before the kid recovers

And back around the way he'll have the chain on his neck

Claiming respect, just to get a rep

[Scratched Hook: Greg Nice, Chilly-T]

Stick up kids is out to tax

Stick up kids is out to tax

Stick up kids is out to tax

And this is how the story goes

[Verse 2: Guru]

Ten brothers in a circle had the kid trapped

The one with the hoodie said, "We'll hurt you"

If you don't run all your jewels and pay

Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day

See they were on the attack

And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap?

Make it fast so we can be on our way

Kick in the rings and everything, okay?"

The kid was nervous and flinching

And little shorty with the .38, yo, he was inching

Closer and closer, put the gun to his head

Shorty was down to catch a body instead

Money was scared so he panicked

Took off his link and his rings, and ran frantic

But shorty said, "Nah" pulled the trigger and stepped

It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep

[Scratched Hook: Greg Nice, Chilly-T]

Stick up kids is out to tax

Stick up kids is out to tax

Stick up kids is out to tax

And this is how the story goes

[Verse 3: Guru]

The rep grows bigger, now he's known for his trigger finger

Rolling with troops of his sons like a gangster figure

He's near the peak of his crazy career

His posse's a nightmare, macking jewels and crazy gear

But as we know, the things we do come back

And Shorty's not peeping, others are scheming to counteract

'Cause the kid that got shot didn't perish, so

He pulls up in a Jeep with tinted windows

Too late, Shorty was caught in the midst

His time ran out, his number came up, and that's it

You know the rest, so don't front, the plan has been upset

Some brothers gotta go out just to get a rep