Artist: 4 Deep Album: Another Day in the Jungle Song: Up 2 No Good Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch (Stick 'em up) [ VERSE 1: Klas 1 ] 12AM I creep slow Tryina get my jack on, nigga, but you don't hear me, hoe I'm in the streets on the hunt I got a Glock in the front, a pump in the trunk Stopped at the light just waitin '93 Cherokee creep slow on them gold Daytons I rolled on his ass real slow And stuck the Glock 9 through his window Now he don't got a chance He screams, "Please don't shoot!" as he shits in his pants You can be black or a fuckin cracker If you got what I want I'm gonna have to jack ya I put the Glock in your fuckin mouth And if you talk shit I blow your fuckin brains out I'm gettin paid, so Chad don't give a fuck And if you got a bitch I'ma throw her ass in the trunk Down the street is another mark nigga in a Benzo Bout to get killed for his ( ? ) He got brave and said, "Nigga, what's up-a?" Look at you now, you stupid fucker Another nigga in the white chalk The wagon drove up and scraped his ass off the sidewalk I had to get my serve on, now it's back to the hood Cause Klas 1 is up to no good (Give me what you got) (Stick 'em up) [ VERSE 2: Koo Rod ] Another day in my neighborhood Niggas try to catch me slippin because they know I'm livin good Since every day isn't promised to me Shit, I always pack a Gat and I creep 4 Deep And now these fools wanna test me But them hoes don't ( ? ) without a motherfuckin ( ? ) G They thought they caught a nigga slippin at the sto' With Glock 9 I blew one through the Stop-n-Go And now this chick is talkin shit You better shut the fuck up or prepare to die, bitch I jump behind the counter steady gunnin Five niggas tried to break like hoes steady runnin Tryina make it to they six-fo' But I blast on they ass and dropped two mo' Damn, and now these cops wanna come with that ( ? ) shit Yellin, "Freeze, lay it down on the pavement!" But my niggas pulled up on the whistle Popped the trunk and start lettin off missiles I got the pigs on the run from the kill Buckshots knockin cops through motherfuckin windshiels And now we can't be stopped, hah Playin tic-tac-toe with these redneck cops That's how it is in my neighborhood Save that drama for your mama, bitch, cause I'm up to no good