Stand Up feat. Trick Daddy,Lil Jon,Lil Wayne

歌詞

[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 (chorus) 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 (chorus) [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 (chorus) [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 (chorus)