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T.I. - Stand Up Lyrics Aye,(Aye) I know you dun kicked it wit alota n****z befo (Aye) But you aint never kicked it wit none like me dho (Hey Hey) (Hook) I see ya baby tho you hands up high (high hey) if you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy (guy hey guy) Because the rocks gone glisten and the drops on 20's. Bend it over let it drop if you wanna go wit me all my sexy ladies throw your hands up high (high hey) if you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy (guy hey guy) Because it don't get better n****z don't hit cheddar like dat fella in da yellow purple label silk sweater This snow keep glowin' on my wrist like woah! And she can't stop look I know yo B**** like Ohh! So she chose, and no question if the B**** might blow Just get her to the crib give and get her low like so I'mma blow my dro I'mma pop my pill Ask anybody wanna take a shot I will Might see me in a different color drop hot wheel wit da top down low and the glok concealed I got my hayabusa racin' up the block 1 wheel If the police try to chase me you know they a done deal Got skillz, anybody wanna come test Look what's in this 45 be up in yo chest Yeah I know ladies wanna kick it wit a n**** so fresh who can spend 100k any day no stress The watches is insane the chains is grotesque stand still if you wanna like he aint no catch (Hook) I know if you got a man and you tired of bein' there and done gave to many chance you tired of bein' fair I offer you da opportunity to ride wit a player you me and a couple a freaks in da ride wit a player Nevermind those outside when da stare cause the chrome 24's on da ride give a glare Because it's 1 guy and you decided to share long as you havin' da time of ya life who cares! Man we all sinners what matters is in the center I know GOD see da heart and I'm a stand up n**** You can't beat me cause she aint man enough n**** I lookem in da eye and tellem "Man Up N****!!!" You really gettin money tho a grand up n**** Wanna fight ya shoulda hit me when you ran up n**** Let a Smith and Wesson hammer bodyslam for a n**** Go and kick it wit da hoes tho yo hands up wit em' (Hook) I know dem n**** hate'n on me cause I live so special Try to stay low key but I'm still so special Flat screens in da flo quarter mil in da dresser Jewelry box glowin like a lone little treasure Out chillin wit Vanessa met a girl name Heather Told her "Hi, How you doin. Buy a drink? My pleasure!" Told ya if she got her own girl go tell her dat I got her on the run I can go fo ever Suggested if Vanessa wanna touch it just let her She laughed out loud in shock cause we just met her But da dro gettin low and it's only one fifth and it's 4 pills left Do you wanna come with? Hey! (Hey Hey!) (Hook) T.I. - Stand Up Lyrics [Lil Jon] Check this out my nigga (what's up) theirs a lot of niggas out here That got a lot of shit to motherfuckin say (yeah) But when a nigga bring it to them niggas (what's up) They can't stand up for what they motherfuckin said (Naw I aint say that, he said that) Stand Up If you got something to say my nigga, stand up for what you said..my nigga Tell them niggas bring it to the square nigga (chorus) Stand up..If you don't like what I'm saying then buck Swang when you see me, we can throw them hands sucker Stand up..If you aint 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 wanna see the triggerman man buss Hit you and your man's up, make it hard for a nigga to..stand up Tell your crew they don't want it with us dudes And if the motherfucka do, bust a motherfuckin move..stand up [T.I] You got a alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass Your mouth writin' checks that ya ass can't cash One forty-five and I'm outta ya weight class Wanna survive..better scramble like eggs and break fast Cause I know how to handle ya fake ass I'm ride on ya, and hide ya in yesterday's trash Pull up in the chevy spraying rounds through the glass See you laying face down in the grass and I laugh Ha...that's the end of the soga 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 holla Now I'm telling ya potna, you don't know whatcha doing Don't recognize the trouble ya getting into, and ya ruined Dig this man..I spent my childhod in a wild hood And all that gangsta shit ya talking, yeah it sound good But make it understood, you gonna have to show me I'm a OG, you wanna overthrow me (chorus) [Trick Daddy] Dearly beloved, we 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 the problem come, learn to deal with'em Do you swear to turn the chopper on any motherfucker in ya path Or any bitch, that's tryin to stop ya And do you promise to keep'em handy, and don't hand'em To nobody, nobody except family and keep'em cocked and loaded And don't expose'em to nobody unless somebody want'em in his body To love and cherish'em from his trigger to his barrel From the bottom of ya heart, to death do you fuckin part Do you understand to live the life by him, is to sell ya soul And Lord knows you gonna die by him I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid Sheed...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 or cocked beamed a milli fourteen Or tommy gun, with a hundred round fucking gun (chorus) [Lil Wayne] Sheed..I'm talking about riding out tonight Only way I die first, gotta kill me in this verse Weezy F, middle finger to life So nothing seem critical, in the hood I'm typical Yeah I'm feeling good and spiritual Healing hoods with shit up outta my kitchen I'm pitching it, 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'll probably give you a kiss, nasty Holly grove classic, parley with a nigga, prolly rob the same bastard Ask him, we don't give a fuck about a casket Nigga this the murder cappy, niggas just murder happy Twelve years old, I jumped off the pot I started selling rocks, right after I got shot I had to hold my weight down Pussy nigga stand up or lay down (chorus) |
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