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Stick em up - текст песни



Stick 'em Up


(hook)



Stick em up

Stick em up

Bitch stick em up

Put your hands up where I could see em (2x)

Stick em up

Stick em up

Bitch stick em up

Target niggas wouldn’t want to be em



(verse 1)



I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour

For the ? and powder

Chasing them dirty dollars

I’m from texas nigga

It get hecktic nigga

People depending on me

I came to gank you niggas

Cause the game is deeper then just working off the beeper

If the paper ain’t right then we calling a sweeper

To clean up the problems and straighten up the mess

So niggas come wit yo pistols and niggas come wit the vest

This ain’t the east or the west

The bamer weed or the stress

I’m young pimp a poauthor

And we done had the test

And we smokin the best everywhere that we go

And when our records come out

Them bitches they sell out the store

Stayin swol on the dro

And keep that thing on the floor

Want my money up front when we come for the show

Y’all can play wit ya paper but I’m dieing for mines

So while y’all buying them watches

I’m a stay on the grind

What nigga



(hook)



(verse 2)



Say nigga you think it’s a joke

Trill niggas be going for broke

Fools a whistle loc

In the mutherfuckin pistol smoke

And it’s just a matter of time before you’re labeled a buster

I just a nigga that couldn’t katchup and cut the mustard

Now I got confidence I don’t need no condaments

All I need is common sense to see through your incompatense

Nigga keep your compliments they don’t flatter me

You fucking wit me and that will be the day bitch we don’t play

Know the gat a be huh

Right on the side of me

Right where it’s supposed to be

Bitch niggas die for me

Never getting too close to me

So go kiss you rosery

Bee’s a send you a silent one

Cause I promise if you get it

It’s going to be a violent one

The corener is catching his breath

Like he got asma

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

Mullenium murder master nigga

I ain’t new to this

So if you see that bun b

Young pimp

Or that ludacris

Just



(hook)



(verse 3)



Hollow 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 reveal em and make sure they feel the pain

It’s mighty strange how your peep hole is my fucking gage

Catch you in concert then wipe you off the fucking stage

I feel a ghetto rage

Let’s turn the ghetto page

My mental stick you wit ghetto metals to letto thangs

And I got a ghetto aim

Wit diamond bezaled rings

So while my index is working my pinky blinding things

I hit em at close range

I spit em at most brains

You think you real rich nigga we going to make some chump change

You think it’s a fucking game

You think it’s a blood spoke

You gaspin for breath and I’m puffing on one of these newports

And I see a red dot aimed at your head

Them bright lights

Oh no po po

And guess what they said

They said



(hook)



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