[Intro: I-20]
Yeah, n***a, got that Ludacris
Got that UGK, that Disturbing the Peace Click
And you know what I'm tired of?
These flashing-ass, flossing-ass n***as
So if you see one you know what you do?

[Chorus: Ludacris]
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 n***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 n***as, wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour
For the silk resin powder chasing them dirty dollars
I'm from Texas n***a it get hectic n***a
People depending on me I can't neglect it n***as
Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper
If the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeper
To clean up the problems and straighten the mess
So n***a come wit ya pistol and n***a come wit ya vest
This ain't the east or the west the bamma weed or the stress
I'm Young Pimp from Port Arthur and we done passed the test
And we smoking the best everywhere that we go
And when our records come out them bitches sell out the sto'
Stayin throat on the 'dro and 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 buying them watches I'mma stay on the grind
Fuck N***a
[Chorus: Ludacris]
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 n***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 n***as wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
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
And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain
It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge
Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage
I feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto page
My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs
And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs
So while my index is working my pinky's blinding thangs
I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains
You think you real rich n***a we gonna make some chump change
You think it's a fucking game you think it's a blood sport
You gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these Newports
And I see a red dot aimed at yo head
Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said
They said
[Chorus: Ludacris]
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 n***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 n***as wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Say n***a you think it's a joke? Trill n***as be going for broke
Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke
And it's just a matter of time, before you labeled a busta
I dust the n***a that couldn't catch up, and cut the mustard
Now I got confidence, I don't need no condiments
All I need is common sense, to see through your incompetence
N***a, keep your compliments, they don't flatter me, fuck with me
And that'll be the day, bitch, we don't play, you know where the gat'll be
Huh, right on the side of me (side of me), right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be)
Bitch n***as die for me (die for me), just for getting too close to me (close to me)
So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one, cause
I promise if you get it, it's gone be a violent one
Coroner catching his breath, like he's got asthma
When they cut on the blue light, and see all that fucking plasma
Millenium murda master, n***a I ain't new to this
So when you see that Bun-B, Young Pimp, or that Ludacris, just
[Chorus: Ludacris]
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 n***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 n***as wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

[Outro]
ATL to PAT, UGK and DTP
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
Shawn Drey, I-20, Ludacris and Fate Feez
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)