T.I. - Stand Up lyrics

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[Lil Jon]

Check this out my nigga (what's up) theirs a lot of niggas out here

That got a lot of shit to motherfuckin say (yeah)

But when a nigga bring it to them niggas (what's up)

They can't stand up for what they motherfuckin said

(Naw I aint say that, he said that) Stand Up

If you got something to say my nigga, stand up for what you said..my nigga

Tell them niggas bring it to the square nigga

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Stand up..If you don't like what I'm saying then buck

Swang when you see me, we can throw them hands sucker

Stand up..If you aint 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 wanna see the triggerman man buss

Hit you and your man's up, make it hard for a nigga to..stand up

Tell your crew they don't want it with us dudes

And if the motherfucka do, bust a motherfuckin move..stand up

[T.I]

You got a alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass

Your mouth writin' checks that ya ass can't cash

One forty-five and I'm outta ya weight class

Wanna survive..better scramble like eggs and break fast

Cause I know how to handle ya fake ass

I'm ride on ya, and hide ya in yesterday's trash

Pull up in the chevy spraying rounds through the glass

See you laying face down in the grass and I laugh

Ha...that's the end of the soga

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 holla

Now I'm telling ya potna, you don't know whatcha doing

Don't recognize the trouble ya getting into, and ya ruined

Dig this man..I spent my childhod in a wild hood

And all that gangsta shit ya talking, yeah it sound good

But make it understood, you gonna have to show me

I'm a OG, you wanna overthrow me

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[Trick Daddy]

Dearly beloved, we 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 niggas

And when the problem come, learn to deal with'em

Do you swear to turn the chopper on any motherfucker in ya path

Or any bitch, that's tryin to stop ya

And do you promise to keep'em handy, and don't hand'em

To nobody, nobody except family and keep'em cocked and loaded

And don't expose'em to nobody unless somebody want'em in his body

To love and cherish'em from his trigger to his barrel

From the bottom of ya heart, to death do you fuckin part

Do you understand to live the life by him, is to sell ya soul

And Lord knows you gonna die by him

I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid

Sheed...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 they ain't never seen or cocked beamed a milli fourteen

Or tommy gun, with a hundred round fucking gun

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[Lil Wayne]

Sheed..I'm talking about riding out tonight

Only way I die first, gotta kill me in this verse

Weezy F, middle finger to life

So nothing seem critical, in the hood I'm typical

Yeah I'm feeling good and spiritual

Healing hoods with shit up outta my kitchen

I'm pitching it, 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'll probably give you a kiss, nasty

Holly grove classic, parley with a nigga, prolly rob the same bastard

Ask him, we don't give a fuck about a casket

Nigga this the murder cappy, niggas just murder happy

Twelve years old, I jumped off the pot

I started selling rocks, right after I got shot

I had to hold my weight down

Pussy nigga stand up or lay down

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