Yeah nigga got that ludacris

Got that ugk that disturbing the peace click

And you know what I'm tired of?

I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas

So if you see one you know what you do?

[Chorus]

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 niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be em

[Repeat]

[Pimp c]

Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour

For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars

I'm from texas nigga it get hectic nigga

People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas

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 nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest

This ain't the east or the west the 'bama 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 dying for mine

So while y'all buying them watches I'm gonna stay on the grind

Fuck nigga

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]

Hollow laid, hollow sprayed, I'm the hollow man

I get to my 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 fucking gauge

Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fucking 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 nigga 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]

[Bun-b]

Say nigga you think it's a joke?

Trill niggas be going for broke

Twist this whistle loc and them motherfucking pistols smoke

And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a busta

I just the nigga 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

Nigga keep your compliments they don't flatter 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 niggas 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

Millennium murder master nigga I ain't new to this

So when you see that bun-b young pimp or that ludacris

You just

[Chorus]

Atl the pat ugk and dtp

(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)

Shawn drey I twenty ludacris and fake fees

(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)