Текст песни: T.I. - Stand Up



[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 a gator 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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[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 a gator 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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