Ludacris Stick 'Em Up Lyrics

p Are you looking for Ludacris lyrics for song Stick 'Em Up? You've come to the right place. Stick 'Em Up is a song played by Ludacris. /p pFeaturing U.G.Kbr br Yeah nigga got that Ludacris br Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click br And you know what i'm tired of? br I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas br So if you see one you know what you do? br br Chorus: br Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up br Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em br Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up br Target niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be em br (repeat) br br (Pimp C) br Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour br For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars br I'm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga br People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas br Cause the game is deeper than 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 the mess br So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest br This ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the stress br I'm young pimpathal author and we done passed the test br And we smoking the best everywhere that we go br And when our records come out them bitches sell out the sto' br Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on the flo' br Want my momey up front when we come for the show br Y'all can play wit ya paper but i'm dyin for mine br So while y'all buying them watches i'ma stay on the grind br Fuck Nigga br br Chorus br br (Ludacris) br Hallow laid hollow sprayed I'm the hollow man br I get to my fuckin point wit my hollow plan br Hollow bullets I pull it i'm about to live in vain br And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain br It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge br Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage br I feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto page br My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs br And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs br So while my index is working my pinky's blinding thangs br I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains br You think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump change br You think it's a fucking game you think it's a blood sport br You gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these Newports br And I see a red dot aimed at yo head br Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said br They said br br Chorus br br (Bun-B) br Say nigga you think it's a joke? br Trill niggas be going for broke br Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke br And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a busta br I just the nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustard br Now I got confidence I don't need no condiments br All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence br Nigga keep your compliments they don't flatter me br And that'll be the day bitch we don't play you know where the gat'll be br huh, right on the side of me (side of me) br Right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be) br Bitch niggas die for me (die for me) br Just for getting too close to me (close to me) br So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one cause br I promise if you get it it's gone be a violent one br Coroner catching his breath like he's got asthma br When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma br Millenium murda master nigga I ain't new to this br So when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris br You just br br Chorus br br ATL the PAT UGK and DTP br (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em) br Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees br (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em) br Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B br (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em) br Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas br (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)/p