Stick 'Em Up Lyrics

Song Text:


Yeah nigga got that LudacrisGot that UGK that Disturbing the Peace
ClickAnd you know what i'm tired of?I'm tired of these flashing ass
flossing ass niggasSo if you see one you know what you
do?[Chorus:]Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em upPut
ya hands up where I can see em see em see emStick em up stick em up bitch
stick em upTarget niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be
em[repeat][Pimp C]Uh, I want the money and the
power they hittin me every hourFor the silt resin powder chasing them dirty
dollarsI'm from Texas nigga it get hectic niggaPeople depending on me I
can't neglect it niggasCause the game is deeper than just working off the
beeperIf the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeperTo clean up the
problems and straighten the messSo nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come
wit ya vestThis ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the
stressI'm Young Pimp from Port Arthur and we done passed the testAnd we
smoking the best everywhere that we goAnd when our records come out them
bitches sell out the sto'Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on
the flo'Want my momey up front when we come for the showY'all can play
wit ya paper but i'm dyin for mineSo while y'all buying them watches i'ma
stay on the grindFuck
Nigga[Chorus][Ludacris]Hallow laid hollow
sprayed I'm the hollow manI get to my fuckin point wit my hollow
planHollow bullets I pull it i'm about to live in vainAnd then I drill
em refill em make sure they feel the painIt's mighty strange how your
peephole is my fuckin gaugeCatch you in concert and then wipe you off the
fuckin stageI feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto pageMy bitch will
stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangsAnd I got a ghetto aim with
diamond 'bezeled rangsSo while my index is working my pinky's blinding
thangsI hit em at close range I spit em at most brainsYou think you real
rich nigga we gonna make some chump changeYou think it's a fucking game you
think it's a blood sportYou gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of
these NewportsAnd I see a red dot aimed at yo headThen bright lights oh
no po-po and guess what they saidThey
said[Chorus][Bun-B]Say nigga you think it's a
joke?Trill niggas be going for brokeTwist this whistle loc and them
muthafuckin pistols smokeAnd it's just a matter of time before you labeled a
bustaI just the nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustardNow I
got confidence I don't need no condimentsAll I need is common sense to see
through your incompetenceNigga keep your compliments they don't flatter
meAnd that'll be the day bitch we don't play you know where the gat'll
behuh, right on the side of me (side of me)Right where it's 'posed to be
('posed to be)Bitch niggas die for me (die for me)Just for getting too
close to me (close to me)So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one
causeI promise if you get it it's gone be a violent oneCoroner catching
his breath like he's got asthmaWhen they cut on the blue light and see all
that fucking plasmaMillenium murda master nigga I ain't new to thisSo
when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that LudacrisYou
just[Chorus]ATL the PAT UGK and DTP(I wouldn't wanna
be em be em be em)Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees(I wouldn't
wanna be em be em be em)Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B(I
wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake
fleas(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)