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[Chorus]Stand upIf you don't like what I'm saying then buckSwing when you see me we can throw them hands suckerStand upIf you didn't notice nigga, I don't give a fuckIf I said it then I meant it and what fuck niggaStand upYou don't want to see the triggerman bustHit you and your mans up, make it hard for niggas toStand upTell your crew they don't want it with us dudeAnd if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking moveStand up[Verse 1: T.I.]You got a gator mouth and a hummingbird assYour mouth writing checks that your ass can't cash145 and I'm out of your weight classWant to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fastCause I know how to handle your fake assI'm a ride on you and hide you in yesterday's trashPull up in the Chevy's spraying rounds through the glassSee you laying face down in the grass and I'll laughHa, cause that's the end of the sagaThe end of my problems, nigga mash the ImpalaLetras de cancionesGo lay up with a model and watch the news tomorrowAnd that's the end checkmate, game over, I'll hollerPimp, telling you partner, you don't know what you're doingOr recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruinAnd dig this manI spent my childhood in a wild hoodAnd all that gangster shit you talking, yeah, it sound goodBut make it understoodYou gone have to show me, I'm a O.G.You want to overthrow me[Chorus][Verse 2: Trick Daddy]Dearly beloved, we're gathered here todayTo marry this young nigga in his own special thug wayDo you promise to love and respect all of the real niggasAnd when a problem come, learn to deal with 'emDo you swear to turn this chopperOn any motherfucker in your path, or the bitch that's trying to stop yaOr do you promise to keep him handyAnd don't hand him to nobody, nobody except familyAnd keep him cocked and loaded and don't expose him to no bodyUnless somebody, who want him in his bodyTo love and cherish and from this trigger to a barrelFrom the bottom of your heart'til death do you fuckin' partDo you understand to live, to lie by himIs to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by himI know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the KidShit, all them motherfuckers deadAnd did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild WestEnd up dying from hollow points to they fuckin' chestCause I ain't never seen a cock beamer meant for a team of tummy gunsWith a hundred round fuckin' drum[Chorus][Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonightOnly way I die first, got to kill me in this verseWeezy F middle finger to lifeSo nothing seem critical in the hood I'm typicalYet I'm feeling good and spiritualHealing hoods with this shit up out my kitchenI'm pitching that it's really goodSmoking, drinking, I'm like a fishAnd I'll probably shit on ya bitchProbably piss on her lips and she probably give you a kissNasty, Holly Grove classicPolly wood a nigga probably robbed the same bastardAsk himWe don't give a fuck about a casketNigga this the murder campyNiggas is murder happy12 years old, I jumped off the potI started selling rock right after I got shotI had to hold my weight downPussy nigga stand up or lay down[Chorus] From Letras Mania