Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stand Up, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 28.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stand Up |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Check this out my nigga, there’s a lot of niggas out here, aha |
| That got a lot of shit to motherfuckin' say, yeah |
| But when a nigga bring it to them niggas |
| They can’t stand up for what they motherfuckin' said |
| Naw, I ain’t say that, he said that |
| Stand up if you got somethin' to say, my nigga |
| Stand up for what you said, my nigga |
| Tell them niggas bring it to the square, nigga |
| 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 niggas 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 |
| You got a alligator 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 |
| 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 niggas 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 |
| 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 niggas |
| 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 they ain’t never seen a Carbine, a Mini 14, or a Tommy Gun |
| With a hundred round fuckin' drum |
| 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 niggas 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 |
| 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 |
| Niggas 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 |
| 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 niggas 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 |