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nick wiz – strap on the mask كلمات اغاني

nick wiz ft. native assassins _ “strap on the mask”
[emcee(s): fatal and black sun]
[producer(s): nick wiz]
[scratches: dj slyce]

[verse 1: fatal and native assassins]
as you
look into my eyes, you know exactly what i’m thinking
reaching for my glock while your heart is steadily sinking
i got my victims all locked down tighter than hannibal lecter
scheming on ways to get money from sector to sector
robbing n_ggas at night, i get a quick stalk, murdering
suckers in my mind as soon as i enter the dark
give me any hesitation, and i’ll pistol_whip you, g
land you on the pavement face_down and a scar to remember me
black b_st_rd at midnight with baggy jeans, robbing
victims with less n_ggas than members of the a_team
ringing brothers’ bells on the regular like i was a
public payphone, so i’m even taking quarters home
causing a rampage ‘cause i bum_rush your pockets
when it comes to your change [?]
giving sisters a hard time and hang onto their checks
with me, the ghetto irs, and i’m coming to collect
your back taxes, making suckers fill out forms
while running up in schools, robbing kids in college dorms
playing in the game with no heart, shredding apart
chumps’ pockets like a black_decker cuisinart
robbing couples while they’re sleeping, just call me a
third_party of your love life while i’m in your bedroom creeping
creeping, creeping, creeping on that ass!
strap on a mask and watch a n_gga blast!
[hook: native assassins]
strap on the mask! i think we got a victim!
brrr! stick ‘em! ha, ha, ha, stick ‘em!
strap on the mask! i think we got a victim!
brrr! stick ‘em! ha, ha, ha, stick ‘em!

[verse 2: black sun]
dum_da_
_dum_dum, i’m ready to come like a d_ck that’s hard [?]
[?] johnny carson, wanna
blast! and, yo, i wanna buck ‘em. i’m warning ya
drive a nail just to deliver you n_ggas to the coroner
sticking brothers like a porcupine, my nine beretta’s busting
i’m robbing everyone [?] ragam_ffins
you huff, huff, huffing and puff, puff, puffing is nothing
keep hollow tips for hostages that think i’m bluffing
freeze! i ain’t got sh_t to lose, so [?]
i’m sticking on a midnight run like de niro
say who’s mad ill, put the barrel in his grill, sn_tch
the bills. i’m rushing through the doors like it’s a fire drill
madman [?] i’m quick to misbehave, i’ll slap
a clip up, dig up your pockets like kennedy’s grave
yeah! remember me? the n_gga [?] vanity
i’m feeling kind of broke. the crystal smokes? it has the remedy
code red! bald_heads and dreads and braids and fades
get sprayed like raid if n_ggas even look paid
stick_up assassin coming in blasting
security guards and squads, and all cash i keep stashing
[hook: native assassins]
strap on the mask! i think we got a victim!
brrr! stick ‘em! ha, ha, ha, stick ‘em!
strap on the mask! i think we got a victim!
brrr! stick ‘em! ha, ha, ha, stick ‘em!

[bridge 1: native assassins and sample with scratches by dj slyce]
“stick up, blast ‘em!” stick ‘em! stick ‘em!
“stick up, blast ‘em!” stick ‘em! stick ‘em!
“stick up, blast ‘em!” stick ‘em! stick ‘em!
“stick up, blast ‘em!” stick ‘em! stick ‘em!
bank stop, n_gga! i ain’t got sh_t to lose
bank stop, n_gga! i ain’t got sh_t to lose
bank stop, n_gga! i ain’t got sh_t to lose
“freeze! hands in the air! n0body move!”

[verse 3: black sun, fatal, and native assassins]
you know
the flavor on the stick_up data. if the dice
rolls in your favor, start stashing your papers, hit
the deck! pop the tec, time to collect, kid
i’m blasting n_ggas in the back like bernhard goetz. [?]
[?] stretch your pockets inside_out. i’m sucking
out your loot like a dentist cleaning out your mouth
no joke, leaving n_ggas broke, robbing everything
from motherf_cking sneakers to their nickel bags [?]. you move
you lose. i’m down the bricks on two_fifth, robbing
cee_lo games—a n_gga rolled trips, and i flipped. aww
sh_t! head cracked, get gats!
just call me d_ck gregory when pockets get fat. give up
your jewels and lose your tools. act a fool
and you’ll be stranded like clint eastwood in the dead pool
native assassins! n0body’s laughing! i’m leaving
n_ggas tied up in the streets, choking and gagging
[outro: native assassins and sample with scratches by dj slyce]
strap on the mask! “stick up, blast ‘em!”
strap on the mask! “stick up, blast ‘em!”
strap on the mask! “stick up, blast ‘em!”
strap on the mask! “stick up, blast ‘em!”

- nick wiz

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