Lyrical Breakdown of Stick 'Em Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stick 'Em Up" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Stick 'Em Up" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Gucci Mane employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Gucci Mane's narrative.

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Chorus Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps, got my black Tee, ones, and my skull cap, Stick Em Up, Stick em up, Stick em Up, Stick em Up, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up, ye aint know I aint come to play and I aint come to laugh, all i gotta Say is nigga put it in da bag, Stick em up, Stick em up , Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em, Stick em up, Stick em up, ye aint know Verse 1 Gucci Mane You know the procedure, when u see a heater Bullets rippin at ya, got ya runnin like a cheetah Rob in my black tee, mob in my black V Robbed the weed man, cuz the nigga tried to tax me Ye aint gotta ask me, tell me where the stacks be Hittin big licks got me ballin like an athelete Used to take starter coats, moved up to bigger dope Down for a kick do' (door), just to make my wrist glow Steal from the rich, but i hang with the po' folk Ball till ya fall, but dont ball til ya go broke Gucci mane la chat, we in and out the trap fast Leaving out yo house, 30 birds in my bookbag Chorus Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps, got my black tee, Ones, and my skull cap, Stick Em Up, Stick em up , Stick em Up, Stick em Up, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up, ye aint know I aint come to play and I aint come to laugh, all i gotta Say is nigga put it in da bag, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em, Stick em up, Stick em up, ye aint know Verse 2 La Chat Ok.Check that bitch that wake up early in the morning, Looking for a victim The first nigga look like dolla's, tryna holla, Im gone get em I got no time for relationships, im out to get that cheese Even if i have to kill u bitch my son i got to feed Im at the mall, im poppin tags with shopping bags so style I found a duck that i can pluck, that nigga that asked me out Whoa, hold up my nigga u must dont know i gotta get ya You told yo boy i got a big ass, but boy my nine is bigga Im waitin on him to pull up at the spot i see he clean That boy sittin on them things, a iced out chain, and big ass rings He said lets go to the movies, i told him lets go to the room This nigga think he really got a freak, but mine is do the fool We get to the room, i let him rub, i let him get a lil touch I told him hold up stop, let me go to the bathroom freshen up I went out the bathroom window, met with Gucci glock in purse Kicked in the do', shot him in his head, Took his cheese and left him murked.Im that Bitch! Chorus Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps, got my black Tee, ones, and my skull cap, Stick Em Up, Stick em up, Stick em Up, Stick em Up, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up, ye aint know I aint come to play and I aint come to laugh, all i gotta say Is nigga put it in da bag, Stick em up, Stick em up , Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em, Stick em up, Stick em up, ye aint know Verse 3 Gucci Mane They say that i'ma cut throat, gucci never cut coke Yea i'ma jack boy, known to run a drug sto' Hang wit the thug boys, nicknamed the goon squad First you gotta sign up, then ya get your goon card Niggas scared to fuck wit me, dont wanna serve me Shop wit ya wednesday, take from ya thursday Splurge wit my comrads, gucci mane im hood rich Nigga kill for ya, if u just buy him a outfit Think like a mob boss, move like warranty Got a half a mill safe, just to keep the bills paid Burn em with a hot fork, taser on his nutsacks I aint come to play, i came to find them big stacks Chorus Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps, got my black Tee, ones, and my skull cap, Stick Em Up, Stick em up, Stick em Up, Stick em Up, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up, ye aint know I aint come to play and I aint come to laugh, all i gotta Say is nigga put it in da bag, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em, Stick em up, Stick em up, ye aint know Uh