Yeah, ni**a, got that Ludacris
Got that UGK, that Disturbing The Peace click
An` you know what I`m tired of?
These flashin` ass, flossin` ass ni**as
So if you see one you know what you do?

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 ni**as, wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em

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 ni**as, wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em

I want the money an` the power, they hittin` me every hour
For the silt resin powder, chasin` them dirty dollars
I`m from Texas, ni**a, it get hectic, ni**a
People dependin` on me, I can`t neglect it, ni**as

`Cause the game is deeper than just workin` off the beeper
If the paper ain`t right then we callin` a sweeper
To clean up the problems an` straighten the mess
So ni**a, come wit ya pistol an` ni**a, come wit ya vest

This ain`t the east or the west, the `Bama weed or the stress
I`m Young Pimp from Port Arthur an` we done passed the test
An` we smokin` the best, everywhere that we go
An` when our records come out, them bitches sell out the sto`

Stayin` throat on the `dro an` keep that thang on the flo`
Want my money up front when we come for the show
Y`all can play wit ya paper but I`m dyin` for mine
So while y`all buyin` them watches, I`ma stay on the grind
F**k, ni**a

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 ni**as, wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em

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 ni**as, wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em

Hallow 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
An` then I drill `em, refill `em, make sure they feel the pain

It`s mighty strange how your peephole is my f**kin` gauge
Catch you in concert an` then wipe you off the f**kin` stage
I feel a ghetto rage, let`s turn the ghetto page
My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs

An` I got a ghetto aim with diamond `bezeled rangs
So while my index is workin`, my pinky`s blindin` thangs
I hit `em at close range, I spit `em at most brains
You think you real rich, ni**a, we gonna make some chump change

You think it`s a f**kin` game you think it`s a blood sport
You gaspin` for breath an` I`m puffin` on one of these Newports
An` I see a red dot aimed at yo` head
Then bright lights, oh, no, po`-po` an` guess what they said
They said

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 ni**as, wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em

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 ni**as, wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em

Say ni**a, you think it`s a joke? Trill ni**as be goin` for broke
Twist this whistle, loc an` them mothaf**kin` pistols smoke
An` it`s just a matter of time before you labeled a busta
Adjust the ni**a that couldn`t catch up an` cut the mustard

Now I got confidence, I don`t need no condiments
All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence
Ni**a, keep your compliments they don`t flatter me
You f**kin` with me? An` that`ll be the day, bitch
We don`t play, you know where the gat`ll be

Right on the side of me, right where it`s `posed to be
Bitch, ni**as die for me just for gettin` too close to me
So kiss your rosary beads an` sing a silent one
`Cause I promise if you get it it`s gone be a violent one

Coroner catchin` his breath like he`s got asthma
When they cut on the blue light an` see all that f**kin` plasma
Millenium Murda Master, ni**a, I ain`t new to this
So when you see that Bun-B, Young Pimp or that Ludacris
You just

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 ni**as, wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em

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 ni**as, wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em

ATL, the PAT, UGK an` DTP
I wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em
Shawn Drey, I 20, Ludacris an` Fake Fees
I wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em

Down South, how we do it? Pimp C an` Bun-B
I wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em
Roll trees, ride Ds, make cheese an` shake fleas
I wouldn`t wanna be `em, be `em, be `em