2008. Kajmir Royale Production

Chorus:
It's a stick up, stick up, throw them hands in the sky
We got a youtube gangster, don't reply
He'll get ya, with an e-mail or a picture
Better log off before he hits ya

Verse 1:
I'm in danger, I should call the cops
Cus your bio says you're a g on the block
Who holds hammers, rocks bandanas
Please don't shoot, I got my hands up
I apologize, I don't want no problems
Location reads you reside in Compton
Plus your blog said you killed 3 men with no fear
And your profile pic shows your tattooed tears
And your crew is goons with bad attitudes
Who bruise dudes, break rules, and carry 22's
Who knew, not me, I should've checked ur youtube
To know what you do with dudes in ur crew
That's enough proof for me, I can see the truth
You're a blood or crip, cus u spit in the booth
Talked trash before, but now I got respect
So please don't kill me on the internet

Verse 2:
Time to grow up, when will this bullshit stop?
You think being a gangsta makes you hot
You only spit yo shit when your parents aint home
Clickin pictures in the bathroom on your camera phone
Is that what all the g's do, to show their weapons
In the hood I guess they got the best internet connections
Dumbass, you make me laugh
It's on your myspace page so it's gotta b fact
Let me guess, you always wear a bulletproof vest
Is it really that dangerous at recess?
Who knows, it's tough for a 12 year old
When he aint got a license but he's drivin in a Rolls
Royce, no choice, but throw them guns up
Then rep a hood you aint even coming from yup
So duck down, there's an e-thug
And he got an e-mail loaded with e-slugs

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