Stick 'em Up - Petey Pablo

Yeah I seen em come through here a couple times

I didn't think nuttin of 'em

Y'know what I'm saying

But that sh*t you don't talk that huh

That sh*t shocked everybody

Put the money in the bag b**ch 'fo

I blow yo head off (oh)

Get yo a** on the floor ni**a

Think a motherf**ka playing with yall (yes sir)

This right here came from Mr

Charles its long and it ain't got Serials on it (and it)

Anytime I got a personal problem

This the only homeboy I call

I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab

When I was apache rapping in the penetentury yard

Eatin vienna weiners outa canteens

Smoking on roll-ups stroking on my love meat (haha)

Waiting for the day for them to turn me 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 put me

Where I'm possed to be

Had to get a jacket cause the game is cold

Anywhere and when the motherf**ka slammed the door

Oh no hell naw (say what )

Get lost (Hold up)

Wait a minute dog (Sorry Charlie)

F**ked 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 and

That bout says it all (c'mon)

Put the money in the bag b**ch 'fo I blow yo head off

Get yo a** on the floor ni**a think a motherf**ka playing with yall

This right here came from Mr Charles

Its long and it ain't got Serials on it

Anytime I got a personal problem

This the only homeboy I call

(Oh this ) Is just something

That a carry with me all the time

Just incase one of these motherf**kers loose they mind

And run up on me like I ain't 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 robbing

There was this little boy by the name of Moses

Had to run home keep from gettin me jewelry stolen

Till one day ni**a caught a hold to him

Did what they wanted to em stole my leather Gucci coat

Oh now (hell now)

Sh*t yeah they did (Whatchu do about it )

What the f**k you think I did

Told Grandma granny told Grampa

Grampa took his grandson in the backyard (here boy)

Gave me somethin supposed to take the pressure off

And said he'd teach me how to shoot it tomorrow(ah )

Put the money in the bag b**ch 'fo I blow yo head off

Get yo a** on the floor

Ni**a think a motherf**ka playing with yall

This right here came from Mr Charles

Its long and it ain't got Serials on it

Anytime I got a personal problem

This the only homeboy I call

They ain't satisfied till a ni**a run in they house

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

Run around actin like b**ches (talking bout errrbody)

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

I wasn't gone talk about it but Got damnit

This motherf**ker bout to piss me off (er )

And this dick riding radio station

A** motherf**king ni**a down

Here in Raleigh (keep going )

I don't give a fat b**ch big titty man

One of yall motherf**kin play my sh*t (my ni**a )

And the couple of spins that yall son-b**ches

Did give me came from my man and them (Devious )

Man f**k that church boy grab the looks

Come on and motherf**kin roll with us (trust ya home boy)

If I said anything I ain't spossed to said and hurt

Anyone of yall I done f**ked

Put the money in the bag b**ch 'fo I blow yo head off

Get yo a** on the floor

Ni**a think a motherf**ka playing with yall

This right here came from Mr Charles

Its long and it ain't got Serials on it

Anytime I got a personal problem

This the only homeboy I call

Put the money in the bag b**ch 'fo I blow yo head off

Get yo a** on the floor