Red Spyda, bring that in, son Uh, Wu-Block Yeah, keep talkin' bout that money, I'mma ("Stick 'em!") hahaha ("Stick 'em!") Send a bitch home with him, let her tell us where to get him Got the hollows in that ruger, I'm looking at your chain Cuz the diamonds look clearer then that water in Aruba You ain't even gotta jack 'em, you barely need a gun You can walk up and smack 'em, they so soft Then you got the rats, that fat should be up north Donnie on his bullshit, mask and a full clip Hopping out that whip, I'mma ("Stick 'em!") hahaha ("Stick 'em!") Lay 'em down on the floor, my man at the door My other homey downstairs, hand on the four I ain't even gotta kill 'em, I'm just coming for that raw, I'mma Brrr, stick 'em! Hahaha, stick 'em! Yo, my daughter said stick 'em (stick 'em) momma said stick 'em (stick 'em)