Ludacris Stick 'Em Up Lyrics
Artist - Ludacris
Album - Back For The First Time
(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
(Verse 1)
I Want The Money And The Power They Hittin Me Every Hour
For The ? And Powder
Chasing Them Dirty Dollars
I
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
To Clean Up The Problems And Straighten Up The Mess
So Niggas Come Wit Yo Pistols And Niggas Come Wit The Vest
This Ain
The Bamer Weed Or The Stress
I
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
So While Y
I
What Nigga
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(Verse 2)
Say Nigga You Think It
Trill Niggas Be Going For Broke
Fools A Whistle Loc
In The Mutherfuckin Pistol Smoke
And It
I Just A Nigga That Couldn
Now I Got Confidence I Don
All I Need Is Common Sense To See Through Your Incompatense
Nigga Keep Your Compliments They Don
You Fucking Wit Me And That Will Be The Day Bitch We Don
Know The Gat A Be Huh
Right On The Side Of Me
Right Where It
Bitch Niggas Die For Me
Never Getting Too Close To Me
So Go Kiss You Rosery
Bee
Cause I Promise If You Get It
It
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
So If You See That Bun B
Young Pimp
Or That Ludacris
Just
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(Verse 3)
Hollow Laid
Hollow Sprayed
I
I Get To The Hollow Point Wit My Hollow Plan
Hollow Bullets I Pull It
I
And Then I Drill Em Reveal Em And Make Sure They Feel The Pain
It
Catch You In Concert Then Wipe You Off The Fucking Stage
I Feel A Ghetto Rage
Let
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
You Think It
You Gaspin For Breath And I
And I See A Red Dot Aimed At Your Head
Them Bright Lights
Oh No Po Po
And Guess What They Said
They Said
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