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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 

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(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 

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(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 

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