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Ludacris - Stick Em Up Lyrics

Stick 'em up Song Lyrics
Stick 'em up by Ludacris yeah nigga got that ludacris got that U-G-K that disturbin' the peace click
and you know what i'm tired of... these flashin ass flossin ass niggas
so if you see one know what you do...

stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
put yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
put yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

I want the money in the power
they hitten me every hour
for the silt resin powder
chasin them dirty dollars
I'm from Texas nigga
it get hectic nigga
people depedin on me
i can't neglect it nigga
but the game is deeper than just workin of the beeper
if the paper ain't right then we call in a sweeper
to clean up the problems and straiten the mess
so nigga come with yo pistol and nigga come with yo vest
this ain't the east or the west
a bama weed or the stress
i'm young pimpathal author
and we done passed the test
and we smokin the best
everywhere that we go
and when our record come out
them b**ches sell out the sto'
stayin throat on the dro
and keep the thang on the flo'
want my money up front
when we come fo' the show
ya'll can play wit ya paper
but i'm dyin for mine
so while ya'll buyin them watches
i'm gon' stay on the grind
(f**k nigga)

stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
put yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
put yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

hollow laid
hollow spraid
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 ya'll peephole is my f**kin guage
catch you in concert and then wipe you off the f**kin stage
i feel a ghetto rage
let's turn the ghetto page
my b**ch will stick you with ghetto metal stilleto thangs
and i got a ghetto aim
with diamond bezzled rings
so why my index is workin
my pinky's blindin thangs
i hit em at close range
i spit em at most brains
you think you real rich
nigga we gonna make some chump change
you think it's a f**kin game
you think it's a blood sport
you gaspin for breath
while i'm puffin on one of these new newports
and i see a red dot aimed at yo head
then bright lights
oh no! po po's
and guess what they said
(they said)

stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
put yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
put yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

say nigga you think it's a joke
treal niggas be goin for broke
Twist this whistle loc and them muthaf**kin pistols smoke
it's just a matter of time
before you labeled a buster
i just the 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 incompitence
nigga keep yo compliments
they don't flatter me
you f**kin with me
and that'll be the day b**ch we don't play
you know where the gat'll be (huh)
right on the side of me (side of me)
right where it's supposed to be (supposed to be)
b**ch niggas die for me (die for me)
just for gettin to close to me (close to me)
so kiss your rosery beads
and sing you silent one cause
i promise if you get it it's gone be a violent one
coroner catching his breath
like he got asthma
when they cut on the blue light
and see all the f**kin plasma
millenium murda masta nigga
i ain't new to this
so when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris
(just)

stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
put yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
put yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
stick 'em up stick 'em up b**ch stick um up
target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

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)