Wiz Khalifa

Stand Up
Listen, I came in the game feet firstHit the ground runnin', a hustler til I meet dirtGotta be consumption I'm pumpin', the people need workLove the niggas frontin' I came from nothin' and seen worseThe long-armed khalifa reachin' with each verseI got that food for your thought, plus what the streets thirstAnd you can ask around the haters'll know,I'm tame with the flow, I'm sorta like the jaeger and blowI see the dream like a martin luther,I preach to the constitution in peace,But violate it, get that ass annihilatedI'm on the grind, money is time so why waste itAnd everything but my piss clean, I'm high maintenanceYou niggas are weak, sweet like one of them now-and-latersThe canon blast your candy ass if you try and hate it,I made it, cause I stayed a couple steps ahead of y'all andA hundred percent, since Benji got the bread involved I'm,Lovin' this shit, come fuck with the prince,I'm leavin' heads hollowed like them things stuffed in the clipsAnd the streets gon' remember this cat name, I'm beatin' the rap gameJust like nigga huggin' the strip (why?) Cause that's how a hustler do, fall back I don't fuck with you,We make it happen the clappin' know we can scrum with youYeah we can take it to the heads, give you a lump or twoA fool is still, team bring heat like a oven dude Letras de canciones[Chorus: x2]Ladies stand up, gentlemen stand up,This is pure skill, far from damned luck,You gotta make a plan to never give your man upAnd man up, to positively stand upOnce again the youngest sin came to drop the hammerHow could a bystander feel that this is not bananas?We earn stripes, you all hype in that propaganda,Gats spot, you cats shot, but not from cameras,Back glock, cause snap shots'll stop your plan up,Stuck in my ways, the haze taste like Tropicana,Thinkin' the days of way back, people will say that,The youngin' was gifted sick when he stayed backNow the people listenin' play back, I got it madeObligated to gettin' passin' grades and blaze tracks,You'll be amazed at how I make units moveSelf-made, twelfth grade, boy I'll take you to schoolI'm through the streets of pistolvania where my goonies move,? can't miss these trucks with the rims on themAnd you can find me speedin', listenin' to big and em,Fresh outta class with the weed tucked in my timberland's[Chorus: x2] From Letras Mania