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Stick 'Em Up

Ludacris; UGK (Underground Kingz)
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Yeah nigga, got that Ludacris Got that UGK, that Disturbing Tha Peace clique And you know what I'm tired of This flashing ass flossing ass So if you see one, you know what you do Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Put your hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Put your hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em I want the money and the power, they hitting me every hour For the silk screens and powder, chasing them dirty dollars I'm from Texas nigga, it get hectic nigga People depending on me, I can't neglect 'em nigga 'Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper If the paper ain't right, then we calling a sweeper To clean up the problems, and straighten the mess So nigga come with your pistol, and nigga come with your vest This ain't the East or the West, the 'Bama weed or the stress I'm Young Pimp from Port Arthur and we done passed the test And we smoking the best, everywhere that we go And when our records come out, them hoes sell out the store Staying throwed on the dro, and keep the thang on the floor Want my money up front, when we come for the show Y'all can play with your paper, but I'm dying for mine So while y'all buying them watches, I'ma stay on the grind Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Put your hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Put your hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Hollow laid, hollow sprayed, I'm the hollow man I get to the hollow point with my hollow plan Hollow bullets, I pull it, I'm about to live in vain And then I drill 'em, refill 'em, make sure they feel the pain It's mighty strange, how your peephole is my fucking gauge Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fucking stage I feel a ghetto rage, let's turn the ghetto page My bitch'll stick you with ghetto metal, stiletto thangs And I got a ghetto aim, with diamond bezel rings So while my index is working, my pinky's blinding thangs I hit 'em at close range, I spit 'em at most brains You think you real rich, nigga we'll make some chump change You think it's a fucking game, you think it's a blood sport You gasping for breath and I'm puffing on one of these Newports And I see a red dot, aimed at your head Then bright lights, oh no, po-po, and guess what they said, they said Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Put your hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Put your hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Say nigga you think it's a joke, trill niggas going for broke Hustlers whistle loc in them, motherfucking pistol smoke And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a buster I dust a nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustard Now I got confidence, I don't need no condiments All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence Nigga keep your compliments, they don't flatter me You fuck with me and that'll be the day Nigga we don't play, you know where the gat'll be Huh, right on the side of me, right where it's supposed to be Nigga die for me, just for getting too close to me So, go kiss your rosary beads and sing you a silent one 'Cause, I promise if you get it it's gon' be a violent one The coroner catching his breath, like he got asthma When they, cut on the blue light and see all the fucking plasma Millennium murder master, nigga, I ain't new to this So if you see that Bun B, Young Pimp, or that Ludacris, just Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Put your hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Put your hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em ATL to P.A.T., UGK and DTP (I wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em) Shawn Dre, I-20, Ludacris and Faith Evans (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) Blow trees, ride D's, make cheese and shake fleas (I wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em)