Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Ludacris - Stick 'em up ------------------------------------------ Yeah nigga got that Ludacris Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click And you know what iīm tired of? Iīm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas So if you see one you know what you do? [Chorus:] 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 wouldnīt wanna be em be em be em [repeat] [Pimp C] Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars Iīm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga People depending on me I canīt neglect it niggas Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper If the paper ainīt 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 ainīt the east or the west the ībama weed or the stress Iīm 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 stoī Stayin throat on the īdro and keep that thang on the floī Want my momey up front when we come for the show Yīall can play wit ya paper but iīm dyin for mine So while yīall buying them watches iīma stay on the grind Fuck Nigga [Chorus] [Ludacris] Hallow laid hollow sprayed Iīm the hollow man I get to my fuckin point wit my hollow plan Hollow bullets I pull it iīm about to live in vain And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain Itīs 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 letīs turn the ghetto page My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs And I got a ghetto aim with diamond ībezeled rangs So while my index is working my pinkyīs 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 itīs a fucking game you think itīs a blood sport You gasping for breath and Iīm 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 itīs a joke? Trill niggas be going for broke Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke And itīs just a matter of time before you labeled a busta I just the nigga that couldnīt catch up and cut the mustard Now I got confidence I donīt need no condiments All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence Nigga keep your compliments they donīt flatter me And thatīll be the day bitch we donīt play you know where the gatīll be huh, right on the side of me (side of me) Right where itīs īposed to be (īposed 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 itīs gone be a violent one Coroner catching his breath like heīs got asthma When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma Millenium murda master nigga I ainīt 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 wouldnīt wanna be em be em be em) Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees (I wouldnīt wanna be em be em be em) Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B (I wouldnīt wanna be em be em be em) Roll trees ride Dīs make cheese and shake fleas (I wouldnīt wanna be em be em be em)