T.I. Lyrics

Album: Urban Legend

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 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

 

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 [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

 

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 [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

 

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