Petey Pablo - Stick Em Up lyrics

"Yeh I seen him come through here a couple of times... I didn't think nothing of him, you know... You know what I'm saying? Then that sh** jumped off there man... That sh** shocked everybody..." [Chorus] Put the money in the bag b**h before I blow your head off Get your a** on the floor n***a, think a motherf**er playing wit y'all? This right here came from Mr. Charles and naw, it ain't got serials on it Anytime I got a personal problem its the only homeboy I call [Verse 1] I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab When I was in the pen Rapping in the penitentiary yard Buying any weed outta canteens Smoking on my roll ups Stroking on my love meat (Ha ha) Waiting for the day where they turn me free So I can get outta here, make Momma proud of me Do the right thing Run up on the right man Pull on the right strings Put them where they s'posed to be Had to get a jacket with a game of coke When the motherf**er slammed they door "Oh no " "Hell no! " "Say what?!" "Get lost" "Hold up! Wait a minute, dogg" "Sorry, Charlie." f**ed around one night when I was in New York Met one of the brothers up in ? Ever since then, money been a real long end That about ceases it all (Come on) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Oh this? It's just something I carry with me all the time Just in case one of these motherf**ers lose they mind And run up on me like I ain't gon hold it down for mine I can show you better than trying to tell you about it See once upon a time, I think it was in county When a n***a used to run up and armed and robbing And what's this little boy by the name of Mosey Had to run home to keep from getting his j**elry stolen Till one day n***as caught a hold to him Did what they wanted to him Stole my little Gucci coat "Oh no" "Hell no!" "sh**, yeh they did" "What you do about it?" "What the f** you think I did...?" Told Grandma, Grandma told Grandpa Grandpa took the grandson in the back yard (Here boy) Gave me something, 'sposed take the pressure off And said he would teach me how to shoot at them all (Awwwe!) [Chorus] [Verse 3] (I'ma get up, got 'em!) It ain't certified till the n***a ran up in the house Put the thang in they mouth and blow everything they think out Running around acting like b**hes (Talking about everybody) You're gonna make me lose it all, (I swear to God) Run with it, talk about it But godammit this motherf**er bout to piss me off (HMMMMM!) And this dick-riding, radio-station-a** Motherf**ing n***a down here in ? I don't give a fat b**h, big titty Fat one of y'all motherf**ers play my sh** (My n***a) And a couple of spins that y'all sons Hat ya did with me came with my mans and them (Devious!) Man f** that church boy grab and look Come on motherf**er roll with us (Crush your homeboy) And if I said anything that ain't supposed to be said Put it in the air and buck (HA HA!) [Chorus 2X until fade]