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T.I. - Stand Up lyrics
(feat. Lil Jon, Lil' Wayne, Trick Daddy) [Chorus] Stand up If you don't like what I'm saying then buck Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker Stand up If you didn't notice nigga, I don't give a fuck If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga Stand up You don't want to see the triggerman bust Hit you and your mans up, make it hard for niggaz to Stand up Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move Stand up [Verse 1: T.I.] You got an alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass Your mouth writing checks that your ass can't cash 145 and I'm out of your weight class Want to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fast Cause I know how to handle your fake ass I'm a ride on you and hide you in yesterday's trash Pull up in the Chevy's spraying rounds through the glass See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh Ha, cause that's the end of the saga The end of my problems, nigga mash the Impala Go lay up with a model and watch the news tomorrow And that's the end checkmate, game over, I'll holler Pimp, telling you partner, you don't know what you're doing Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin And dig this man I spent my childhood in a wild hood And all that gangster shit you talking, yeah, it sound good But make it understood You gone have to show me, I'm a O.G. You want to overthrow me [Chorus] [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today To marry this young nigga in his own special thug way Do you promise to love and respect all of the real niggaz And when a problem come, learn to deal with 'em Do you swear to turn this chopper On any motherfucker in your path, or the bitch that's trying to stop ya Or do you promise to keep him handy And don't hand him to nobody, nobody except family And keep him cocked and loaded and don't expose him to no body Unless somebody, who want him in his body To love and cherish and from this trigger to a barrel From the bottom of your heart 'til death do you fuckin' part Do you understand to live, to lie by him Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid Shit, all them motherfuckers dead And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West End up dying from hollow points to they fuckin' chest Cause I ain't never seen a cock beamer meant for a team of tummy guns With a hundred round fuckin' drum [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight Only way I die first, got to kill me in this verse Weezy F middle finger to life So nothing seem critical in the hood I'm typical Yet I'm feeling good and spiritual Healing hoods with this shit up out my kitchen I'm pitching that it's really good Smoking, drinking, I'm like a fish And I'll probably shit on ya bitch Probably piss on her lips and she probably give you a kiss Nasty, Holly Grove classic Polly wood a nigga probably robbed the same bastard Ask him We don't give a fuck about a casket Nigga this the murder campy Niggaz is murder happy 12 years old, I jumped off the pot I started selling rock right after I got shot I had to hold my weight down Pussy nigga stand up or lay down. [Chorus] |
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