Stick `em Up lyrics

Artist  : Petey Pablo 
Song : Stick `em Up



 Send "Stick `em Up" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Yeah I seen em come through here a couple
times

I didnt think nuttin of em

Y'know what I'm sayin

But that shit you dont talk that huh?

That shit shocked everybody



[Hook] 

[Petey]

Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head
off (whoa)

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka
playin with yall (yessir)

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long
and it aint got Sears on it (and i)

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



[Verse 1]

[Petey]

I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab 

When I was apache rappin in the penetentury
yard

Eatin ?? 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
possed to be

Had to get ejected cause the game a cold 

Anywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the
door

Oh no, hell naw (say what!?) 

Get lost (Hold up) 

Wait a minute dog (Sorry Charlie)

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 (c'mon)



[Hook] 

[Petey]

Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head
off

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka
playin with yall

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long
and it aint got Sears on it

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



[Verse 2]

[Petey]

(Oh this?) Is just something that a carry with me
all the time

Just incase one of these motherfuckers loose they
mind

And run up on me like I aint 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 (hell naw) 

Shit yeah they did (Whatchu do about it?)

What the fuck you think I did?

Told Grama, granny told Grampa

Grampa took his grandson in the backyard (here
boy)

Gave me somethin spossed to take the pressure
off

Instead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth
(ahhhh)



[Hook] 

[Petey]

Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head
off

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka
playin with yall

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long
and it aint got Sears on it

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



[Verse 3]

[Petey]

They aint certified till a nigga run in they
house

Put the thang in they mouth and blow errrthing
they think out

Run around actin like bitches (talkin bout
errrbody)

You gone make me loose it all (I swear to
God)

I wasnt gone talk about it but, God damnit!

This motherfucker bout to piss me off
(errrrrr)

And this dick ridin radio station ass
motherfuckin nigga down here in Raleigh (keep
goin!) 

I dont give a fat bitch big titty pair one of
yall motherfuckin play my shit (my nigga!)

And the couple of spins that yall son-bitches did
give me came from my man and them (Devious!)

Man fuck that church boy grab the looks 

Come on the motherfuckin road with us (trust ya
home boy)

If I said anything I aint spossed to said and
hurt anyone of yall them fuck it

 

[Hook] 

[Petey]

Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head
off

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka
playin with yall

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long
and it aint got Sears on it

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



Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head
off

Get yo ass on the floor...