LUDACRIS - Stick 'em Up lyrics
rate me(hook)<br><br>Stick em up<br>Stick em up<br>Bitch stick em up<br>Put your hands up where I could see em (2x)<br>Stick em up<br>Stick em up<br>Bitch stick em up<br>Target niggas wouldn't want to be em<br><br>(verse 1)<br><br>I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour<br>For the ? and powder<br>Chasing them dirty dollars<br>I'm from texas nigga<br>It get hecktic nigga<br>People depending on me<br>I came to gank you niggas<br>Cause the game is deeper then just working off the beeper<br>If the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeper<br>To clean up the problems and straighten up the mess<br>So niggas come wit yo pistols and niggas come wit the vest<br>This ain't the east or the west<br>The bamer weed or the stress<br>I'm young pimp a poauthor<br>And we done had the test<br>And we smokin the best everywhere that we go<br>And when our records come out<br>Them bitches they sell out the store<br>Stayin swol on the dro<br>And keep that thing on the floor<br>Want my money up front when we come for the show<br>Y'all can play wit ya paper but I'm dieing for mines<br>So while y'all buying them watches<br>I'm a stay on the grind<br>What nigga<br><br>(hook)<br><br>(verse 2)<br><br>Say nigga you think it's a joke<br>Trill niggas be going for broke<br>Fools a whistle loc<br>In the mutherfuckin pistol smoke<br>And it's just a matter of time before you're labeled a buster<br>I just a nigga that couldn't katchup and cut the mustard<br>Now I got confidence I don't need no condaments<br>All I need is common sense to see through your incompatense<br>Nigga keep your compliments they don't flatter me<br>You fucking wit me and that will be the day bitch we don't play<br>Know the gat a be huh<br>Right on the side of me<br>Right where it's supposed to be<br>Bitch niggas die for me<br>Never getting too close to me<br>So go kiss you rosery<br>Bee's a send you a silent one<br>Cause I promise if you get it<br>It's going to be a violent one<br>The corener is catching his breath<br>Like he got asma<br>When they cut on the blue light and see all the fucking plasma<br>Mullenium murder master nigga<br>I ain't new to this<br>So if you see that bun b<br>Young pimp<br>Or that ludacris<br>Just<br><br>(hook)<br><br>(verse 3)<br><br>Hollow laid<br>Hollow sprayed<br>I'm the hollow man<br>I get to the hollow point wit my hollow plan<br>Hollow bullets I pull it<br>I'm about to live in vain<br>And then I drill em reveal em and make sure they feel the pain<br>It's mighty strange how your peep hole is my fucking gage<br>Catch you in concert then wipe you off the fucking stage<br>I feel a ghetto rage<br>Let's turn the ghetto page<br>My mental stick you wit ghetto metals to letto thangs<br>And I got a ghetto aim<br>Wit diamond bezaled rings<br>So while my index is working my pinky blinding things<br>I hit em at close range<br>I spit em at most brains<br>You think you real rich nigga we going to make some chump change<br>You think it's a fucking game<br>You think it's a blood spoke<br>You gaspin for breath and I'm puffing on one of these newports<br>And I see a red dot aimed at your head<br>Them bright lights<br>Oh no po po<br>And guess what they said<br>They said<br><br>(hook)
