Stick ’Em Up DJ Paul (Ft. DJ Zirk)

[Chorus: DJ Zirk]
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off, fear in your fuckin' face, it's the sawed-off
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off, fear in your fuckin' face, it's the sawed-off

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Lets go face yo hand, .45 auto
Run up on the haters, and watch bitches hallow
Hit em with the, hit em with the, hit em with the hallows
See a nigga fucked like a whole [?]
Got him for twenty-two bricks, and a hundred thousand dollars
It used to be heavy, now its skinny like a model
Threw it in the duffle, screwed on the muffle
Gotta finish him off and finish my hustle
Clean the house in a home invasion
Get anything out of a value, nothing to save
And its about to get messy, hope you brought your apron
A nigga was hot, matter fact he was blazing
DJ Paul and Zirk, just went berzerk
Went bananas, [?]
All black on with the black bandanas
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