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Stick 'em Up

Yeah I seen 'em come through here a couple times

I didn't think nuttin' of 'em, you know what I'm sayin'

But that shit you don't talk that huh?

That shit shocked everybody

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it

Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab

When I was apache rappin' in the penetentury yard

Eatin' wieners outa chanteens

Smokin' on roll-ups, strokin' on my love meat

Waitin' for the day cut in the term and free

So I could get out here and make mama proud of me

And do the right thing run up on the right man

That can pull the right string get to where I'm posed to be

Had to get ejected cause the game a cold

Anywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the door

Oh no, hell naw, get lost wait a minute dog

Fucked around one night went out in New York

When I met one of the brothers "Up-in-ala-boys"

Ever since then money been a real long head

That bout says it all

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it

Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

Is just something that a carry with me all the time

Just in case one of these motherfuckers loose they mind

And run up on me like I ain't gone hold it down for mine

I can show you better than tryin' to tell ya 'bout it

See once upon a time I think Pitt was the county

Where these niggas used to run around armed and robbin'

There was this little boy by the name of Moses

Had to run home keep from gettin' me jewelry stolen

Till one day nigga caught a hold to him

Did what they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coat

Oh naw , shit yeah they did, what the fuck you think I did?

Told Grama, granny told Granpa

Granpa took his grandson in the backyard

Gave me somethin' supposed to take the pressure off

Instead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it

Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

They ain't certified till a nigga run in they house

Put the thang in they mouth and blow err thing they think out

Run around actin' like bitches, you gone make me loose it all

I wasn't gone talk about it but, God damn it

This motherfucker bout to piss me off

And this dick ridin radio station ass motherfuckin'

Nigga down here in Raleigh

I don't give a fat bitch big titty pair one of y'all motherfuckin play my shit

And the couple of spins that y'all son-bitches

Did give me came from my man and them

Man fuck that church boy grab the looks

Come on the motherfuckin road with us

If I said anything I ain't spossed to said

And hurt anyone of y'all them fuck it

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it

Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off

Get yo ass on the floor

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