Stick 'em (feat. Cam'ron & J.r. Writer) Lyrics

40 Cal Stick 'em (feat. Cam'ron & J.r. Writer)

Intro] 40 Cal. (DJ Hitz)
Okay (that kid 40 Cal.)
It's 40! (featuring Killa Cam JR Writer)
Dipset!
And I got the beat
? on to them niggas

[Verse 1] 40 Cal. {DJ Hitz}
Ahh stick em ha ha ha stick em {Shout to Doris Records
in Buffalo!}
I mean stick em ha ha ha stick em
I does it, I does it {shouts to ma man schemo}
And, what I really wanna know...(it go)
is

What's the nerve of these peasants
Turn your white shirt to burgundy sweaters
I'll AK ya like fraternity letters
These niggas never gon' pop
So stop wit ya mess
Like Beyonce, your demo in a box to the left
While I'm pock'in the cheques
With the label I'm signed
And so crazy, the new names insane asylum
From ? to the Cayman Islands
I came in stylin'
Walin', cuz the game is violence!
When my niggas play foul
That Detroit 8-Mile
Extort you and your friend
Is wut i call pay-pals
Like you better pay pal
Fo you get lay'd down
Fo your face hit the ground
I be on the Grey Hound
I'm out!

[Chorus] 40 Cal.
We lettin niggas know (let em know!)
Stop messin' wit my dough (okay)
Cuz messin wit my dough (wut happen)
The guns blow (and)
The guns blow

Brrr! Stick 'em! Ha ha ha Stick 'em! (the guns blow)
Brrr! Stick 'em! Ha ha ha Stick 'em! (the guns blow)
Brrr! Stick 'em! Ha ha ha Stick 'em! (the guns blow)
Stick up fo your man fam
Or you could die wit him

[Verse 2] JR Writer
Uh! Uh!
Wooh!
Okay
Uh-Oh
Let's Go!
Writer!

I gain on the cash
Chasin the stash
Wave while I pass
You broke niggas wastin your gas
I laugh
Skate on the trash
80 to blast
Cuz when I propose a toast I ain't bangin my glass
Just ask (blaow!)
The guy lost it
You better ride cautious
Or loud nautious
Worker step in my office (step in!)
The mob forces
Bring problems to your high horses
Blow your brains out
So you can keep your mind off this (blaow!)
Get it right
I ain't been ballin all my life (wut u been doin)
Mornin' to the night
I was offerin a white (okay)
I offer em a price
Then offer em a light
On the block posted up
Like a forearm on a cyc (think about it)
Yes!
This that crack
You could call it what ya like
But ask around
Clown I'm enormous in the heights
Married to the game
Straight tossin up the rights
That's the bright on the right
When I'm talkin bout my ice (yes!)

[Chorus] 40 Cal. {DJ Hitz}
We lettin niggas know (let em know!)
Stop messin' wit my dough (okay)
Cuz messin wit my dough (wut happen)
The guns blow (and)
The guns blow

Brrr! Stick 'em! Ha ha ha Stick 'em! (the guns blow)
Brrr! Stick 'em! Ha ha ha Stick 'em! (the guns blow)
Brrr! Stick 'em! Ha ha ha Stick 'em! (the guns blow)
Stick up fo your man fam
Or you could die wit him {okay ya'll ready, lets go
Cam!}

[Verse 3] Cam'ron

Uh!
It go brrr stick 'em
Bang Bang hit 'em forget 'em
???????????????????????
With my mob
And the jobs
Im handin em out
F..ck wit me dawg your girl the man of the house (your
wife?)
She paid for everything
Bedset, pan to the couch (you a talker)
Run what?
Only thing that you ran was your mouth (true)
Me I ran to the south
Mid-west, handin em out (ow!)
Cam is bout it
I'm the man in the drought (ask about it)
From the stoop that we cook
Come and coop it wit a crook
But I got a real question
You as stupid as you look?
Well look
Your baby momma
I f..ck her to calm her down (she was walin)
I don't want her, You could have her back
Honest now
But she get starve
Better yet a common wow
The way she swallows
Go 'head vommit now
Brrr stick 'em
It's jiggy jury ?
We ante up so tuck it fo a nigga heard we took it
Killa!

[Chorus] 40 Cal. {DJ Hitz}
We lettin niggas know (let em know!)
Stop messin' wit my dough (okay)
Cuz messin wit my dough (wut happen)
The guns blow (and)
The guns blow

Brrr! Stick 'em! Ha ha ha Stick 'em! (the guns blow)
Brrr! Stick 'em! Ha ha ha Stick 'em! (the guns blow)
Brrr! Stick 'em! Ha ha ha Stick 'em! (the guns blow)
{the kid Big Mike!}
Stick up fo your man fam {Ruga Rell}
Or you could die wit him {Addicted to the Game bitch!}