Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stand Up , by - Mash Out Posse. Release date: 07.06.2004
Song language: English
Stand Up |
| Hahahaha. |
| yeah! |
| Hear me though, hear me though — heh, yeah |
| You see it! |
| Say what? |
| You see it! |
| Uh, uh (STAND UP!) |
| I’m back in the fuck up in this bitch (who dat?) Me bitch (who dat?) |
| The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch? |
| I’m known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic |
| Cause when I’m spittin, I’mma split your shit in, when I aim |
| Yo you try to get a name, but ain’t, provin a thang |
| I’m still doin my thang (go 'head) bells they still rang (uh-huh) |
| Now who the lame that wan' tangle with Lil' Fame |
| Step in the ring and I’ll break yo' ass up — STAND UP! |
| (AAAAAAHHHH!!!) How you like me now? |
| That +Kool Moe Pee+ shit nigga, put it down |
| Yo I need to silence the gat, shit too loud |
| When that bitch start to holla, nigga through child |
| Made the church people on your block wanna move out |
| I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out |
| Why? |
| Cause when we in the place with the guns in our waist |
| We don’t say put your hands up, nigga (STAND UP!) |
| Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP!) |
| («First Fam, ridiculous!») |
| Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP!) |
| We don’t say put your hands up, nigga (STAND UP!) |
| You gotta get it, cause you nah lissen |
| Dump off your body, send your whole family to 'gwan fishin |
| The street mayor, ghetto street playa |
| Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare |
| Fuck the fame! |
| I agree, fuck the fame |
| But I got four words for ya, don’t fuck with Fame |
| Cause I’m a Machine Gun Kelly, clapper dude |
| Write my name across your belly BRBRBRBRBRBRBR clap a dude! |
| Ain’t no escapin these streets I’m raised in (c'mon) |
| It’s so amazin (why?) We still blazin |
| Ain’t no savin yo' ass from hell raisin |
| They be scrapin your canteloupe off the pavement |
| Wit yo' wig split in half and yo' chest caved in |
| So walk on the green, I’mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between |
| So listen up and hear me boy |
| I’m the American (slash) pretty boy |
| I done figured it out (what's that?) |
| They don’t want us to shine (true!) |
| You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron |
| I still got it, for when I’m facin situations like this |
| You dissin? |
| I’m hittin (buk buk buk buk buk buk) |
| Listen, is it me or the industry don’t understand |
| I’m a whole different breed of man |
| Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx |
| And I’m servin double and single shots on the rocks nigga |
| (AAAAHHHHH!) What! |
| Who gon' tame me? |
| I’m a bad block nigga and can’t, nobody change me |
| You can look at me strangely |
| Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don’t blame me |
| First Family trainee, take what’s mine |
| is my time to shine, that’s that |
| (Take it easy!) Fuck that, I’m ready yo |
| I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools (STAND UP!) |
| Fizzy Wo' (suckers never played us) |
| They can’t fade us, they hate us, they anus |
| In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place |
| They know I’m slant up from the right side left five in one fist |
| (Shaddup!) Shutup! |
| Now you wanna show love? |
| You hear the soft music in the background it’s your brain on slugs |
| Now, it’s a dirty job but somebody gotta do it |
| So I crept up, stepped up, got to it. |
| (STAND UP!) |
| First Fam, ridiculous! |
| Violators try to get with us, we quick to bust |
| Them false dudes can’t get with us, homeskillet |
| Cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough |
| First Fam, ridiculous |
| Fools try to move but them fools can’t get wit hus |
| Cause we holdin (classin) loadin (blastin) |
| Strollin (crashin) rollin (MASHIN!!) |