There's gonna be more
Like you never seen before
More action
More excitement
More everything
Verse 1
Three Black Boys snuck in a black door
Ski mask on means they want doe
By any means their guns gon blow
Red eyes means they were high on dro
A small little store they was out to rob
A walk in the park wouldn't be this job
The barrel of a gun stuck in his face
"Old man what's the combination to the safe?"
Said the tall one, cause he had skills
He wouldn't hesitate before he kills
The man got shook so he prayed to God
The butt of a gun struck him so hard
Fell face first on the floor he bled
"So now tell me how we gonna get this bread?"
Said the short one maybe five foot six
Blood on his kicks, caught in the mix
Chorus 1
Stick Up kids is out to tax
(Three Black Boys Three Black Boys)
Three Black Boys Throw ya hands up
Stick up Kids throw ya hands up
(Three Black Boys, Three Black Boys Three Black Boys)
Three Black Boys throw ya hands up
Verse 2
The old man died right where he laid
The three boys had a dream to get paid
Now how they gonna get the doe in the safe?
"If you know what I know we gotta flee the place,"
Said the fat one, with gold on his teeth
Pee'd in his brief he was shook like a leaf
The next thing you know, the old man's son
From not too far the son bust his gun
He took out one, he took out two
Now tell me what the tall kid suppose to do?
He shot back ones and the son did drop
No chance at all the bullet hit his top
Crime didn't pay for this stick-up kid
Murder in the first he was facing a bid
Started to think, "What is he gon do,
Bounce O.T. or hide out for a few?"
Chorus 2
Stick Up kids is out to tax
(Three Black Boys Three Black Boys)
Three Black Boys Throw ya hands up
Stick up Kids throw ya hands up
(Three Black Boys Three Black Boys)
Three Black Boys (He might never get to Heaven)
Verse 3
He had to get away, by any means
Necessary cause he had blood on his jeans
No time to waste he must flee the scene
He walked out hard with a gangsta lean
But not too far was the getaway car
Never would he be trapped behind bars
He stepped on the gas, peeled off fast
But suddenly he felt a shotgun blast
It shook up the car, cops on his tail
One thing he knew he wasn't going to jail
He didn't have a lawyer to eat the case
That's why he took them on a high-speed chase
Ran from the law the best way he saw
His gun was one thing that he could draw
So right there and then he stopped the car
Never would he be trapped behind bars
Chorus 3
Stick Up kids is out to tax
(Three Black Boys Three Black Boys)
Three Black Boys Throw ya hands up
Stick up Kids throw ya hands up
(Three Black Boys Three Black Boys Three Black Boys)
Three Black Boys throw ya hands up
Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up
Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up
Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up
Throw ya hand up and freeze
Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up
Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up
Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up
Throw ya hand up and freeze