Stick 'em Up Lyrics - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry - Petey Pablo

Yeah I seen 'em come through here a couple times 

I didn't think nuttin' of 'em, you know what I'm sayin' 

But that shit you don't talk that huh? 

That shit shocked everybody 

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off 

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all 

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on 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 rappin' in the penetentury yard 

Eatin' wieners 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 posed to be 

Had to get ejected cause the game a cold 

Anywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the door 

Oh no, hell naw, get lost wait a minute dog 

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 

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off 

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all 

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it 

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

Is just something that a carry with me all the time 

Just in case one of these motherfuckers 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 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 , shit yeah they did, what the fuck you think I did? 

Told Grama, granny told Granpa 

Granpa took his grandson in the backyard 

Gave me somethin' supposed to take the pressure off 

Instead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth 

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off 

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all 

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it 

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

They ain't certified till a nigga run in they house 

Put the thang in they mouth and blow err thing they think out 

Run around actin' like bitches, you gone make me loose it all 

I wasn't gone talk about it but, God damn it 

This motherfucker bout to piss me off 

And this dick ridin radio station ass motherfuckin' 

Nigga down here in Raleigh 

I don't give a fat bitch big titty pair one of y'all motherfuckin play my shit 

And the couple of spins that y'all son-bitches 

Did give me came from my man and them 

Man fuck that church boy grab the looks 

Come on the motherfuckin road with us 

If I said anything I ain't spossed to said 

And hurt anyone of y'all them fuck it 

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off 

Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all 

This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it 

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

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off 

Get yo ass on the floor