Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stick 'Em Up (Featuring UGK), artist - Ludacris. Album song Back For The First Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Stick 'Em Up (Featuring UGK) |
Got that UGK, that Disturbing the Peace Click |
And you know what I’m tired of? |
These flashing ass, flossing ass niggas |
So if you see one you know what you do? |
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 wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em |
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 wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em |
Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour |
For the silk 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 bamma 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 sto' |
Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on the flo' |
Want my money up front when we come for the show |
Y’all can play wit ya paper but I’m dyin for mine |
So while y’all buying them watches I’mma stay on the grind |
Fuck Nigga |
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 wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em |
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 wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em |
Hallow laid hollow sprayed I’m the hollow man |
I get to the hollow 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 fuckin gauge |
Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage |
I feel a ghetto rage let’s turn the ghetto page |
My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs |
And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs |
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 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 |
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 wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em |
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 wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em |
Say nigga you think it’s a joke? |
Trill niggas be going for broke |
Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke |
And it’s just a matter of time, before you labeled a busta |
I dust 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, fuck with 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 rosery 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 |
Millenium murda master, 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, 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 wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em |
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 wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em |
ATL to PAT, UGK and DTP |
(I wouldn’t wanna be em be em be em) |
Shawn Drey, I-20, Ludacris and Fate Feez |
(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) |