Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stand Up Nucca, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Joe Budden, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Stand Up Nucca |
| -talking |
| Uh-huh |
| I just want everybody to kinda be clear |
| Of what’s takin place right now |
| It’s not an introduction, it’s more like a beginning |
| It’s like the calm before the storm |
| I guess you can sorta call it, the rebirth |
| Or the birth period… it’s the growth |
| For all my real niggas… real people in general |
| It’s never one-dimensional, it goes out to everybody |
| If you can though… just kinda take some time out |
| Relate to it |
| For all my mans that died, with grams at they side |
| Plans just to ride, gun jammed when he tried |
| Ballers who never made it out the hood |
| Cats who owed, but never made it out the hood |
| If they offered you pleas and you went to court with it |
| My dawgs doin time cause you got caught with it |
| Or if you need cheddar, blast heat whenever |
| And run from the cops cause you know the streets better |
| Dope niggas who rich cause they know connects |
| Or dope niggas who spit but got no connects |
| If you pitch to pay rent, but get no business |
| Life in the state pen but get no visits |
| Fend for yourself cause you ain’t got no boys |
| Ride or die, really you ain’t got no choice |
| If your alibi’s straight when you’re wanted on the stand |
| Soldiers that take they football numbers like a man |
| Hustle O-Z cause your product rich there |
| Hood know you snitch but you gotta live there |
| You held your man shot, you don’t know where it hit him |
| And you tryin to buy guns, you don’t know where to get 'em |
| If you strapped in the streets with your palms all black |
| Young G’s that gotta see they moms on crack |
| Pop can’t be found, hand me down |
| When you the oldest out of five, hold the family down |
| If you caught a body and your wiz hid you out |
| If you slept in the park when moms kicked you out |
| Or if you gonna die, you gon' leave with a slug |
| Idolized your big bro, but he was a thug |
| If you squeeze your leather first cause it never hurt |
| Street cats that never work cause it never worked |
| Or if you got your shit snatched, gripped, clipped the mack |
| Too small for the kickback, but gotta get your shit back |
| Killed niggas playin, but you was only boxin |
| Accept twenty flat as your only option |
| Calm in the jungle in between the system |
| If you high on parole and gotta clean your system |
| If you told 'em to stop, cause soon you’ll lose it |
| Pull up your pants leg, bullet wounds to prove it |
| Or if you grabbed the liquor, swallow it hard |
| If they drive-by on you but you follow the car |
| Full clip cause your foes is lurkin; |
| or the D’s at your door |
| With a picture, «Do you know this person?» |
| If you dead broke, but forced into extortin |
| Cause your girl pregnant and she don’t want a abortion |
| Got charged before, strap a gun anyway |
| Took the state’s lawyer, but you won anyway |
| Stand up cats beat the odds by far |
| Real recognize real, R.R.R |
| Don’t mistake a amped up nucca. |
| for what? |
| For a stand up nucca. |
| I won’t |
| If you a stand up nucca. |
| then what? |
| Then stand up nucca. |
| R. R. R |
| Basically, that’s about it |
| Hope you people get a better understanding |
| And roll with me… geah! |
| Let’s get into it |