Stand Up

Be friends wit'cha gram!

I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight

Hey you, blow your whistle Now clap ya hands and say yeah! (yeah)

Tune my voice out, tune my mic out

Tune my voice out, tune my mic out

Yo, this is how we rock

This is how we rock

This is how we rock, rock

Hey you, blow your whistle

Yeah, we in the joint yo

We in the joint

Hey yo, hey, yeah, scream

Hey now, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up

(Ah shit!)

I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight

(Stand up, yeah)

Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together

(Put your muthafuckin' hand in the air)

I want you to stand on up!

Now I got something to tell ya

(Swing it from left to right)

I'll tell you, now that I think about it

(Yeah)

And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together

(Play with this, you can't play with this)

Come on now, get a groove going

(Uh)

Yeah

Hey you, blow your whistle

Yo, yo, yo

Yo tony, what up?

Heard your dick was good

You should know, yo I fucked you on the side of my hood

Never that dawg

From where you can never hit it

Throw a razor in my mouth on the low

And suck ya dick wit' it

The world famous, priceless, still stainless dick

Pray over this, scoped ya love, nameless

Heavyweight dick in ya jaw

Good lickin' fom ya lips, now babygirl throw the song

Yo, yo, yo

Aye yo Tony, you phoney

We both signed to Sony

But for half ya pub, ride that dick like a Pony, what

Yeah, what, put your money on my dick

Girls, all eyes on my dick

Yo, yo, yo

Cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armies

My crew arms me with beats, how we swarm bee?

Who bang?, B'More and Wu Tang, new thang

Mad at how we do thangs, RZA cop me two fangs

Official, now I bite through gristle

Gold teeth style in from Philly to Stanton Island

While in the meantime, spit mean lines

Fuck clean rhymes, like mine's grimmy

Like my niggas be

Picture me, coming off soft

Ya'll just cough up shit, I swallow rhymes

Makin' bitches swallow 9's, re-define

This rap shit, make my shit a classic

Like Bethoven, stay posin'

For the camera, stamina

Like a crackhead, and crackheads are amauters

You try me, no in-between like Y to Z

Pick brains like labotomies

Still thoughts to charts of Billboard's

Throw pour ill spores, leave niggsa stiff like still-born's

I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up

(What, what, what)

I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight

(Stand up baby, stand up baby)

Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together

I want you to stand on up!

(Stand up yo)

Now I got something to tell ya

I'll tell you, now that I think about it

(Yeah, what, what, what)

And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together

I'm like Spider-Man's fifth brohter up in the Clan

Drop like crap's that's scattered all up in ya van

Skelly-man crook, character star

In Donna Boines book

MGM, Heaven and Hell, sat with the cook

With the big spice bone, red hair's is killin' me

Knotted up, twisted and green

Seen them crystal's in that rap yo

And get Barear

Bear hug and five hundered ounce of that Staision

Wild man, Sarah

Rush after hours, Alpha in the beds

Caked hands like Dai Smith, rap haggler with a fade

Magillia, Charli Baltimore with Hazel driftin' withdrawels

Wind Face start with the Killah

Stood still, a whole river chill

Looked up and got dogged, that's when RZA started to build

Hey yeah!

I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up

Hey yeah!

I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up

Hey you, blow your whistle

What, what, what, what!

Aye yo, you craze me, turtleneck nigga rockin' Pasley

Shots crazily, steady blazin' where the spaids be

Teams like Starsky and Hutch, you put deluxe truck

Ya bankrupt, 52's Knox, I heard you Ku Klux, damn

Tear it out the van, sweat it with a tan

With get like Remo spray can, suga the ram

Fuck a cocktail, get my balls licked in Hell

Read his Igloo Tales, hell all the dogs with broken tails

Salt range, short order tab

Ironman, bubble bath, nuclear, split the atom in half

Meet dime O's, fifth brother bug inside 8 pole

Change though, crush the birds inside the strip pose

Rap Conspiracy, hold songs for ransom

Lancin' in Ghostmode, coke mixed with Branson

Sheisty, tree's soaked in half-ki's

Sabotage N.Y. with snipe's and 79's

Channel 9's scene street team made news with who's

Charli, every 16 bars be

Sickening, peep the scription

Rhyme vixen

Keep the clips in tact, watch ya back

Ain't done yet, 8-Spunett

Poison webbers

Spider-Woman, two legged, how we did it

What!

Come on and get a groove goin'!

Hey you, blow your whistle Hey you, blow your whistle

Now clap your hands and say yeah

Yeah....

Now let me count it off

1.. 2... 3

Hey

Hey, hey, hey yeah!

I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up