Stick ’Em (My Niggaz)

Lil Wayne

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    Can't believe it's not lust
    Love is blind, love is blind
    With his eyes wide shut
    I ain't lyin'
    You gon' get your bitch kidnapped
    You don't answer the phone, you gon' get your bitch whacked
    In exchange for yourself, you can get your bitch back
    Love is blind, love is blind
    'Cause my heart is pitch black

    Think fast, blam back
    Bullets fast, Amtrak
    Get your shit ramshacked
    Get my bitch man jacked
    I'm too high to backtrack
    It's too good to pass back

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    Shoutout to the weed man, never sold a bad pack
    I'm just sticking to the code, I ain't tryna crack that
    Actin' bad on these boys like a bitch with bad cramps
    And somebody said hell and I caught a flashback
    Of that one-man cell, then I had to snap back
    Like: Fuck that shit my nigga you around all your niggas
    Around all your niggas
    With a Nubian queen, skin brown as the liqueur
    Brown as the liqueur
    And the brand new machine coming down like a missile
    Coming down like a missile
    Brand new machine gun, brrrrr stick em'
    Brrrr stick em'

    Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
    The money look so beautiful walking up the aisle to a nigga
    Tryna figure how an empty background become a crowd full of niggas
    And the bitch right next to me feel like she miles from a nigga
    At least we all smile for the picture
    Them niggas that's been there
    Them niggas my niggas
    I need 'em to bring me more rounds for my niggas
    We up, I don't have to look down for my niggas
    I paid dues, show the amounts to them niggas
    She told me she'll only go down on her nigga
    And then she looked up with a mouthful of niggas
    Doubt that I'll ever be doubtful my nigga
    My stamp on the game, send it out to them niggas
    I wanna be like Lil Wayne when I grows up
    Smile full of bling-bling when I blows up
    I [?] what they did to the [?]
    Fuck the man, now he owes us
    Fuck the man
    Couldn't pass, had to come up with another plan
    Couldn't ball 'cause I couldn't dribble with my other hand
    Fuck the man
    No really girl, fuck the man
    I'm the man
    I don't give a fuck about another man

    Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
    I'm the man
    I don't give a fuck about another man
    Brand new machine coming down like a missile
    Down like a missile
    Brand new machine gun, brrrrr stick em'
    Brrrr stick em'

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