Give me the money, give me the money
8 o'clock in the mornin', time to wake up
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Rolex watch, rings, the Gucci underwear
But this ain't 'El Segundo'
Seen three other troopers an' they tried to call a truce
You'se a goner, wanna call the pork, pig, ya dig? Police, peace
An' there was a
No time to even take a bath
Oh, shit, that shit just shot duke in the face
Gimme the money, gimme the money
It's just the four bad brothers from the ghetto
You might think I'm sorta out of order
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
With Sticky on the loose, there was nothin' he could do
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Oops, since I stopped, the 40-deuce get loose
Publisher: CHYSKILLZ MUZIK
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Aiyyo, young brothers out here shouldn't be stickin' up people, y'know?
Gimme the money, gimme the money
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Man, we gonna roll with some shits like Nitti
Yeah, yeah, gimme the money, gimme the money
Songwriters: K Jones, C Parker, F Scruggs, T Taylor
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Yeah, yeah, hand over the money
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
But first we got trips because the man got geese
Screamin' nothin'
Yeah, yeah, hand over the money
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
I got Audi, time to get rowdy
Here comes Sonee, the greaser
Gimme the money, gimme the money
Met him on the way, tucked away was the weapon
This is a story about Sticky Fingaz and Mickey Fills show
But that was only petty skills, the Philly get Freddie
Shouldn't be stickin' up people, y'know? That's a no no
Single handed me an' Mickey barely took a trip to Linden
But I'll rob you for a quarter, say, “Whiteys, you'se a goner”
Yeah, yeah, hand over the money
Strictly cash, tax free quick fast
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
I guess I gotta find my crimey
Shiftee, low down gritty an' grimy
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, everywhere I go
Aiyyo, young brothers out here
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Yo, mister, I just got robbed, have you seen the police?
Sees the hostages, my conscience keeps tellin' me I should just
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Take that nigga watch an' get the fuck out of here, fuck him
Sticky got sticky an' tricky with the wallet
Don't get like, "Doc, what's up Doc?", This is Mugs Bunny
An' ain't nuttin' funny, ha, it's a stick up
Yeah, yeah, gimme the money, gimme the money
You know what we took an' you know what we left
Yeah, yeah, hand over the money
Nigga gotta be dead, fuck that then, let's rob that nigga, man
We had an option after 12 in the city
Now we on the East train back an' RJ said something
Picked up some cheeba an' some brew an' yo, what else?
Another brother gettin' paid an' away, it's a stick up
He wasn't at the spot, so the stop I was checkin'
So I pulled out the old tape ducted 22
Nah, none over here, good, so run all your gear
Jetted to the ave in a half of a second
Grab my Polo, jumped in the Timberland boots
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
Stik 'n' muve, stik 'n' muve
One had a link, the other a goose
Sticky Fingaz, yo, that's Sticky Fingaz
But the third one played a punk, he dissed his posse an' stepped
There's no coppers to stop us, the pros, our motto is