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Stand Up Lyrics

"Stand Up" was written by Fitzgerald, Ki / Sommerdahl, Harry Mikael / Smith, Michael Smidy.
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(Lil' Scrappy chorus)
I ain't switching
I ain't snitching
I ain't bitching
I ain't flipping
I ain't dipping
I'ma stand up like a man and take
I ain't ducking
I ain't dodging
I ain't working
I ain't (Incomprehensible) my nigga
I'ma stand up like a man and take
Goin' hate real hard
Like them niggas did God
My nigga
I'ma stand up like a man take
Gave up my bitch
I ain't stunting that shit

(Lil' Scrappy verse 1)
So you niggas wanna throw bottles
And hoes swallow
Try to hate out of me
You gon' need an Impala
I all I do is fuck models
I'm slinging rap like crack
From da A to Chicago
Gotcha ya born leaders
So the real G follows
Seeking that smoking weed
In my Chevy Monte Carlo
I don't know why you tryna holla
Dem niggas hating over there
I hope you got ya dollar
Yeah I know you see ya boy toma
With a couple of broads
With my jewerly all on
See my T-shirts and vest
All over my chrome
Dis nigga hating like he got another ass at home
Hey I got my mama's blood in me
So my heart a fighta
And if I put it on my hood
Dat mean I'ma rida
I be wishing shit be all good
And my days get brighta
But I don't be stunting and shit
I just spark up da fire

(Chorus)

(Lil' Wayne verse 2)
Ok you niggas wanna throw bottles, and hoes swallow
My niggas they throw hollows, and mo follow
Like TNT, I know Drama, so I'm-a
Keep that AK like Osama, fuck ya honor
Motherfucker, fuck your mama! To the 10th power
Fill his body with embalma, him a goner!
Stop a nigga like a comma, no informer!
But we got that white boy, that snow, that informer!
Yeah, I got work like an employer.
10 guns, 10 goons, and 10 lawyers.
And I ain't tryin' to ignore ya...
But money talks - you should let your money talk for ya.
(Where you on?) On a corner, right in front of granny.
7 gram special... welcome to the Grammies!
And only new money make me happy...
So I'm about to take the old ones, split it up with Scrappy.

(Chorus)

Songwriters
Fitzgerald, Ki / Sommerdahl, Harry Mikael / Smith, Michael Smidy

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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Roba Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, EMI Music Publishing, Royalty Network, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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