Strap On the Mask

Lyrics

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 niggas 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 bastard at midnight with baggy jeans, robbing Victims with less niggas 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 nigga 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 dick that's hard [?] [?] Johnny Carson, wanna Blast! And, yo, I wanna buck 'em. I'm warning ya Drive a nail just to deliver you niggas to the coroner Sticking brothers like a porcupine, my nine Beretta's busting I'm robbing everyone [?] ragamuffins 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 shit to lose, so [?] I'm sticking on a Midnight Run like De Niro Say who's mad ill, put the barrel in his grill, snatch 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 nigga [?] 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 niggas 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, nigga! I ain't got shit to lose Bank stop, nigga! I ain't got shit to lose Bank stop, nigga! I ain't got shit to lose "Freeze! Hands in the air! Nobody 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 niggas 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 niggas broke, robbing everything From motherfucking sneakers to their nickel bags [?]. You move You lose. I'm down The Bricks on Two-Fifth, robbing Cee-lo games—a nigga rolled trips, and I flipped. Aww Shit! Head cracked, get gats! Just call me Dick 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! Nobody's laughing! I'm leaving Niggas 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!"