| -talking
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| Uh-huh
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| I just want everybody to kinda be clear
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| Of what’s takin place right now
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| It’s not an introduction, it’s more like a beginning
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| It’s like the calm before the storm
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| I guess you can sorta call it, the rebirth
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| Or the birth period… it’s the growth
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| For all my real niggas… real people in general
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| It’s never one-dimensional, it goes out to everybody
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| If you can though… just kinda take some time out
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| Relate to it
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| For all my mans that died, with grams at they side
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| Plans just to ride, gun jammed when he tried
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| Ballers who never made it out the hood
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| Cats who owed, but never made it out the hood
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| If they offered you pleas and you went to court with it
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| My dawgs doin time cause you got caught with it
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| Or if you need cheddar, blast heat whenever
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| And run from the cops cause you know the streets better
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| Dope niggas who rich cause they know connects
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| Or dope niggas who spit but got no connects
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| If you pitch to pay rent, but get no business
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| Life in the state pen but get no visits
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| Fend for yourself cause you ain’t got no boys
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| Ride or die, really you ain’t got no choice
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| If your alibi’s straight when you’re wanted on the stand
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| Soldiers that take they football numbers like a man
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| Hustle O-Z cause your product rich there
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| Hood know you snitch but you gotta live there
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| You held your man shot, you don’t know where it hit him
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| And you tryin to buy guns, you don’t know where to get 'em
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| If you strapped in the streets with your palms all black
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| Young G’s that gotta see they moms on crack
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| Pop can’t be found, hand me down
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| When you the oldest out of five, hold the family down
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| If you caught a body and your wiz hid you out
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| If you slept in the park when moms kicked you out
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| Or if you gonna die, you gon' leave with a slug
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| Idolized your big bro, but he was a thug
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| If you squeeze your leather first cause it never hurt
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| Street cats that never work cause it never worked
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| Or if you got your shit snatched, gripped, clipped the mack
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| Too small for the kickback, but gotta get your shit back
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| Killed niggas playin, but you was only boxin
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| Accept twenty flat as your only option
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| Calm in the jungle in between the system
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| If you high on parole and gotta clean your system
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| If you told 'em to stop, cause soon you’ll lose it
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| Pull up your pants leg, bullet wounds to prove it
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| Or if you grabbed the liquor, swallow it hard
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| If they drive-by on you but you follow the car
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| Full clip cause your foes is lurkin; |
| or the D’s at your door
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| With a picture, «Do you know this person?»
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| If you dead broke, but forced into extortin
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| Cause your girl pregnant and she don’t want a abortion
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| Got charged before, strap a gun anyway
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| Took the state’s lawyer, but you won anyway
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| Stand up cats beat the odds by far
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| Real recognize real, R.R.R
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| Don’t mistake a amped up nucca. |
| for what?
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| For a stand up nucca. |
| I won’t
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| If you a stand up nucca. |
| then what?
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| Then stand up nucca. |
| R. R. R
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| Basically, that’s about it
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| Hope you people get a better understanding
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| And roll with me… geah!
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| Let’s get into it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stand Up Nucca , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Joe Budden, in the genre R&B