*featuring UGK
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Yeah nigga got that Ludacris
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Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click
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And you know what i'm tired of?
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I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas
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So if you see one you know what you do?
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[Chorus:]
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Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
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Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em
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Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
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Target niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be em
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[repeat]
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[Pimp C]
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Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour
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For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars
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I'm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga
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People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas
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Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper
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If the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeper
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To clean up the problems and straighten the mess
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So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest
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This ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the stress
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I'm Young Pimp from Port Arthur and we done passed the test
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And we smoking the best everywhere that we go
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And when our records come out them bitches sell out the sto'
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Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on the flo'
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Want my momey up front when we come for the show
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Y'all can play wit ya paper but i'm dyin for mine
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So while y'all buying them watches i'ma stay on the grind
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Fuck Nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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Hallow laid hollow sprayed I'm the hollow man
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I get to my fuckin point wit my hollow plan
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Hollow bullets I pull it i'm about to live in vain
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And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain
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It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge
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Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage
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I feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto page
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My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs
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And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs
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So while my index is working my pinky's blinding thangs
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I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains
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You think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump change
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You think it's a fucking game you think it's a blood sport
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You gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these Newports
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And I see a red dot aimed at yo head
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Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said
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They said
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[Chorus]
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[Bun-B]
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Say nigga you think it's a joke?
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Trill niggas be going for broke
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Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke
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And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a busta
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I just the nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustard
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Now I got confidence I don't need no condiments
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All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence
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Nigga keep your compliments they don't flatter me
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And that'll be the day bitch we don't play you know where the gat'll be
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huh, right on the side of me (side of me)
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Right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be)
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Bitch niggas die for me (die for me)
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Just for getting too close to me (close to me)
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So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one cause
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I promise if you get it it's gone be a violent one
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Coroner catching his breath like he's got asthma
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When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma
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Millenium murda master nigga I ain't new to this
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So when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris
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You just
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[Chorus]
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ATL the PAT UGK and DTP
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(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
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Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees
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(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
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Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B
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(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
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Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas
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(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
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Stick 'Em Up
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