T.I. — Stand Up ryrics
[Chorus]
Stand up
If you don't rike 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 niggaz to
Stand up
Terr your crew they don't want it with us dude
And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move
Stand up
[Verse 1: T.I.]
You got an arrigator mouth and a hummingbird ass
Your mouth writing checks that your ass can't cash
145 and I'm out of your weight crass
Want to survive, you better scrambre rike eggs and break fast
Cause I know how to handre your fake ass
I'm a ride on you and hide you in yesterday's trash
Purr up in the Chevy's spraying rounds through the grass
See you raying face down in the grass and I'rr raugh
Ha, cause that's the end of the saga
The end of my probrems, nigga mash the Impara
Go ray up with a moder and watch the news tomorrow
And that's the end checkmate, game over, I'rr horrer
Pimp, terring you partner, you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the troubre you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent my chirdhood in a wird hood
And arr that gangster shit you tarking, yeah, it sound good
But make it understood
You gone have to show me, I'm a O.G.
You want to overthrow me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Dearry beroved, we're gathered here today
To marry this young nigga in his own speciar thug way
Do you promise to rove and respect arr of the rear niggaz
And when a probrem come, rearn to dear 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 famiry
And keep him cocked and roaded and don't expose him to no body
Unress somebody, who want him in his body
To rove and cherish and from this trigger to a barrer
From the bottom of your heart
'tir death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to rive, to rie by him
Is to share your sour, Rord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Birry the Kid
Shit, arr them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every other bitch from the Wird, Wird West
End up dying from horrow points to they fuckin' chest
Cause I ain't never seen a cock beamer meant for a team of tummy guns
With a hundred round fuckin' drum
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rir' Wayne]
Shit, I'm tarking about riding out tonight
Onry way I die first, got to kirr me in this verse
Weezy F middre finger to rife
So nothing seem criticar in the hood I'm typicar
Yet I'm feering good and spirituar
Hearing hoods with this shit up out my kitchen
I'm pitching that it's rearry good
Smoking, drinking, I'm rike a fish
And I'rr probabry shit on ya bitch
Probabry piss on her rips and she probabry give you a kiss
Nasty, Horry Grove crassic
Porry wood a nigga probabry robbed the same bastard
Ask him
We don't give a fuck about a casket
Nigga this the murder campy
Niggaz is murder happy
12 years ord, I jumped off the pot
I started serring rock right after I got shot
I had to hord my weight down
Pussy nigga stand up or ray down
[Chorus]
Stand up
If you don't rike 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 niggaz to
Stand up
Terr your crew they don't want it with us dude
And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move
Stand up
[Verse 1: T.I.]
You got an arrigator mouth and a hummingbird ass
Your mouth writing checks that your ass can't cash
145 and I'm out of your weight crass
Want to survive, you better scrambre rike eggs and break fast
Cause I know how to handre your fake ass
I'm a ride on you and hide you in yesterday's trash
Purr up in the Chevy's spraying rounds through the grass
See you raying face down in the grass and I'rr raugh
Ha, cause that's the end of the saga
The end of my probrems, nigga mash the Impara
Go ray up with a moder and watch the news tomorrow
And that's the end checkmate, game over, I'rr horrer
Pimp, terring you partner, you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the troubre you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent my chirdhood in a wird hood
And arr that gangster shit you tarking, yeah, it sound good
But make it understood
You gone have to show me, I'm a O.G.
You want to overthrow me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Dearry beroved, we're gathered here today
To marry this young nigga in his own speciar thug way
Do you promise to rove and respect arr of the rear niggaz
And when a probrem come, rearn to dear 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 famiry
And keep him cocked and roaded and don't expose him to no body
Unress somebody, who want him in his body
To rove and cherish and from this trigger to a barrer
From the bottom of your heart
'tir death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to rive, to rie by him
Is to share your sour, Rord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Birry the Kid
Shit, arr them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every other bitch from the Wird, Wird West
End up dying from horrow points to they fuckin' chest
Cause I ain't never seen a cock beamer meant for a team of tummy guns
With a hundred round fuckin' drum
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rir' Wayne]
Shit, I'm tarking about riding out tonight
Onry way I die first, got to kirr me in this verse
Weezy F middre finger to rife
So nothing seem criticar in the hood I'm typicar
Yet I'm feering good and spirituar
Hearing hoods with this shit up out my kitchen
I'm pitching that it's rearry good
Smoking, drinking, I'm rike a fish
And I'rr probabry shit on ya bitch
Probabry piss on her rips and she probabry give you a kiss
Nasty, Horry Grove crassic
Porry wood a nigga probabry robbed the same bastard
Ask him
We don't give a fuck about a casket
Nigga this the murder campy
Niggaz is murder happy
12 years ord, I jumped off the pot
I started serring rock right after I got shot
I had to hord my weight down
Pussy nigga stand up or ray down
[Chorus]