Stick 'em Up Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Yeah nigga got that Ludacris 

Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click 

And you know what I'm tired of? 

I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas 

So if you see one you know what you do? 

[Chorus: x2] 

Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up 

Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em 

Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up 

Target niggas wouldn't want to be em be em be em 

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[Pimp C] 

Uh, I want the money and the power they hitting me every hour 

For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars 

I'm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga 

People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas 

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 wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya 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 bitches sell out the store 

Staying throat on the 'dro and keep that thing on the flow 

Want my money up front when we come for the show 

Y'all can play wit ya paper but I'm dying for mine 

So while y'all buying them watches I'ma stay on the grind 

Fuck nigga 

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[Chorus] 

[Ludacris] 

Hallow laid hollow sprayed I'm the hollow man 

I get to my fucking point wit 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 will stick you wit ghetto metal stiletto things 

And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs 

So while my index is working my pinky's blinding things 

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 fucking game you think it's a blood sport 

You gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these Newports 

And I see a red dot aimed at yo head 

Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said 

They said 

[Chorus] 

[Bun-B] 

Say nigga you think it's a joke? 

Trill niggas be going for broke 

Twist this whistle loc and them motherfucking pistols smoke 

And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a busta 

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 incompetence 

Nigga keep your compliments they don't flatter me 

And that'll be the day bitch 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 '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 rosary beads and sing a silent one cause 

I promise if you get it it's gone be a violent one 

Coroner catching his breath like he's got asthma 

When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma 

Millennium murder master nigga I ain't new to this 

So when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris 

You just 

[Chorus] 

ATL the PAT UGK and DTP 

(I wouldn't want to be em be em be em) 

Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees 

(I wouldn't want to be em be em be em) 

Down South how we do it Pimp see and Bun-be 

(I wouldn't want to be em be em be em) 

Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas 

(I wouldn't want to be em be em be em)