Текст (слова) песни: Ludacris - 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 wouldnt 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

Im 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 aint 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 aint the east or the west

The bamer weed or the stress

Im 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

Yall can play wit ya paper but Im dieing for mines

So while yall buying them watches

Im a stay on the grind

What nigga

(hook)

(verse 2)

Say nigga you think its a joke

Trill niggas be going for broke

Fools a whistle loc

In the mutherfuckin pistol smoke

And its just a matter of time before youre labeled a buster

I just a nigga that couldnt katchup and cut the mustard

Now I got confidence I dont need no condaments

All I need is common sense to see through your incompatense

Nigga keep your compliments they dont flatter me

You fucking wit me and that will be the day bitch we dont play

Know the gat a be huh

Right on the side of me

Right where its supposed to be

Bitch niggas die for me

Never getting too close to me

So go kiss you rosery

Bees a send you a silent one

Cause I promise if you get it

Its 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 aint new to this

So if you see that bun b

Young pimp

Or that ludacris

Just

(hook)

(verse 3)

Hollow laid

Hollow sprayed

Im the hollow man

I get to the hollow point wit my hollow plan

Hollow bullets I pull it

Im about to live in vain

And then I drill em reveal em and make sure they feel the pain

Its 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

Lets 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 its a fucking game

You think its a blood spoke

You gaspin for breath and Im 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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Ludacris - 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 wouldnt 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 Im 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 aint 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 aint the east or the west The bamer weed or the stress Im 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 Yall can play wit ya paper but Im dieing for mines So while yall buying them watches Im a stay on the grind What nigga (hook) (verse 2) Say nigga you think its a joke Trill niggas be going for broke Fools a whistle loc In the mutherfuckin pistol smoke And its just a matter of time before youre labeled a buster I just a nigga that couldnt katchup and cut the mustard Now I got confidence I dont need no condaments All I need is common sense to see through your incompatense Nigga keep your compliments they dont flatter me You fucking wit me and that will be the day bitch we dont play Know the gat a be huh Right on the side of me Right where its supposed to be Bitch niggas die for me Never getting too close to me So go kiss you rosery Bees a send you a silent one Cause I promise if you get it Its 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 aint new to this So if you see that bun b Young pimp Or that ludacris Just (hook) (verse 3) Hollow laid Hollow sprayed Im the hollow man I get to the hollow point wit my hollow plan Hollow bullets I pull it Im about to live in vain And then I drill em reveal em and make sure they feel the pain Its 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 Lets 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 its a fucking game You think its a blood spoke You gaspin for breath and Im 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) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Stick em Up: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/712.html Все тексты песен: Ludacris » Ludacris - Fatty Girl (Green`s Fat Albert Mix) » Ludacris - Diamond In The Back » Ludacris - Roll out » Ludacris - Blow It Out » Ludacris - U Got A Problem » Ludacris - Come On Over (Skit) » Ludacris - Saturday (Oooh! Oooh!) » Ludacris - Intro » Ludacris - Cry Babies (Oh No) » Ludacris - Coming 2 America » Ludacris - Southern Hospitality » Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (Freestyle) » Ludacris - Roll Out (My Business) » Ludacris - 2 Fast 2 Furious Soundtrack/Act a Fool 1 » Ludacris - Ho » Ludacris - Midnight Train » Ludacris - Pass Out » Ludacris - Hopeless » Ludacris - Freaky Thangs » Ludacris - Screwed Up Рекомендуем скачать: » Orange Island - Bedspins Part One » Olivia Newton-John - No Matter What You Do » Opera Ix - Under The Sign Of The Red Dragon » Old Dead Tree - It`s The Same For Everyone » Outkast - Skew It on the Bar-B » Outlawz - Black Rain » Olivia Newton John - No Other Love » Offspring - all i want3 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » OPM - Fish Out Of Water » Outkast - Crumblin Erb » Ozark Mountain Daredevils - You Made It Right » Orange Island - When Everyone Was Everyone » One Life Crew - Pure Digust » Orphanage - The Collector » Oasis - wonderwall3 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Our Lady Peace - in repair \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » O.L.D - Lo Flux Tube » Ol` Dirty Bastard - Dirty Dancin » Ozzy Osbourne - Mr. Crowley » Oasis - All Around The World
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