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T.I. feat Lil Jon Trick Daddy & Lil Wayne - Stand Up w/Lyrics
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Trick Daddy
Trick Daddy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
M. Young
M. Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T.I.
T.I.
Executive Producer
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Recording Engineer
Jason Geter
Jason Geter
Executive Producer
Jeremiah Claudius
Jeremiah Claudius
Mixing Engineer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Recording Engineer
Nico Solis
Nico Solis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Check this out my nigga, there's a lot of niggas out here That got a lot of shit to motherfucking say But when a nigga bring it to them niggas They can't stand up for what they motherfucking said Naw, I ain't 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 (yeah) 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 trigger man buss Hit you and your man's up, make it hard for a niggas to stand up Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude And if the 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 One forty-five and I'm outta your weight class Wanna survive? You better scramble like eggs and break fast 'Cause I know how to handle your fake ass I'm ride on ya and hide your 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 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 holla Now I'm telling you, potna, you don't know whatcha doing Don't recognize the trouble you're getting into and you are ruined Hey, dig this man, I spent my childhood in a wild hood And all that gangster 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 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 trigger man buss Hit you and your man's up, make it hard for a niggas to stand up Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude And if the motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move, stand up 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 them? Do you swear to turn the chopper on any motherfucker in your path Or any bitch, that's trying to stop you? And do you promise to keep them handy and don't hand them To nobody, nobody except family? And keep them cocked and loaded and don't expose them to nobody Unless somebody want them in his body To love and cherish them from his trigger to his barrel From the bottom of your heart, to death do you fucking 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 fucking chest 'Cause they ain't never seen or cocked beamed a milli fourteen Or Tommy gun, with a hundred round fucking gun 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 trigger man buss Hit you and your man's up, make it hard for a niggas to stand up Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude And if the motherfucker do, bust a motherfucking move, stand up 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 your bitch Probably piss on her lips and she'll probably give you a kiss Nasty, holly grove classic, parley with a nigga Probably 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 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 trigger man buss Hit you and your man's up, make it hard for a niggas to stand up Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude An' if the motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move, stand up
Writer(s): Jonathan H. Smith, Dwayne Carter, Maurice Young, Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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