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Royce da 5'9 - Stand Up lyrics
[Intro: Cha Cha] I, Cha, stand up before y'all One hand in the sky, other hand over my heart Vouchin to be the last woman of my breed Right alongside some niggaz who seem to feel the same way After all, one who stands for nothin falls for anything So um, Tre Little why don't you stand up first? Tell 'em your story [Verse One: Tre Little] Yeah, I made my own bed, yeah that's what the judge said Called me a young punk like he hold grudges Held up the same knife that I lunge with The one his lungs hit, I left him breathless Haha.. "Death is Certain" But for you to gimme that sentence the system's not workin Your Honor, understand my pain It's like I got nothin to lose, and shit to gain Please, hear me out Dude doused gasoline my house to get me out And all I could think about is how we was raised And - he like the gauge, and - I prefer the nine man Crime partners, robbin sprees Ten years plus Your Honor, just him and me And really - to make a long story short This nigga tried to eat from my fork Can't have that [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] (Stand up) Put your hand on your chest The other hand in the air, and say that you solemnly swear When you (stand up) basically Reach out to the hatin streets, tell 'em to take a seat After you (stand up) put your hand on your chest The other hand in the air, and say that you solemnly swear When you (stand up) they listen now to a man who's standin demandin respect cause they sittin down [Verse Two: Cutty Mack] I was born in this world the most, innocent child With no worries, expectations, look how I smile Everybody proud, my household loud Look what he can do now, gangstas is all around Couldn't fathom bein touched, by the life they led Would've rather been in church and touched by Christ instead I done seen everything from teens turn crack mothers Robberies led by teens are undercover And the law, is the same way my homeboy's do Took the work behind the kitchen sink, hustle was smooth And the risk never mattered, cause there's strength in fear Not thinkin beyond the next day I'm gettin this here And the world don't give a fuck, that's my thinkin Cause the world don't give a fuck, heavily drinkin Hit the, block at night when the bars let out Raw heads'll still hit me 'til they veins dead out I'm trapped [Chorus] [Verse Three: Billy Nix] I saw four corners, crackheads on two of 'em Whores on opposite sides; I was 'bout nine or ten Wonderin why my sisters was lookin like they was homeless (damn) Cars'll roll up, and they hop in them for a moment Wasn't later I realized they need a supply To get it, would take a few minutes, they blow him in his ride It seems the scenes I've seen with fiends in abundance was part on some scheme to intervene in the number of people who make it up out of this life, conspiracy theory Nah, not quite; but government gotta know somethin Tell a child we were once unified, he might doubt it Went from, yellin "Black power" to sniffin white powder Could it be we wasn't brought here to be free, just subserviant to those in authority, slowly I'm learnin this Evolution of the mind defines us as men My resolution, it's time for revolution to begin [Chorus] [Outro: Cha Cha] Feel me?Nobody respects you for sittin down Respect is to be earned, it's yours for the takin Closed mouths don't get fed Gotta get the wet behind your back Attack the storm, when it rains it pours Stand up M.I.C. {*fades out*} |
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