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Stand Up

Artist:Charli Baltimore  Writer:BOBBIT CHARLES A/BROWN JAMES/COLES DENNIS/COLLINS LYNNE  Composer:BOBBIT CHARLES A/BROWN JAMES/COLES DENNIS/COLLINS LYNNE 

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[Ghostface] Be friends wit'cha gram! I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight Hey you, blow your whistle [whistle sound] Now clap ya hands and say yeah! (yeah) [Ghostface] 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 [whistle sound] [Ghostface] 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 [whistle sound] [Charli] Yo, yo, yo Yo tony, what up? Heard your dick was good [Ghostface] You should know, yo I fucked you on the side of my hood [Charli] 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 [Ghostface] 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 [Charli] 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 [Ghostface] Yeah, what, put your money on my dick Girls, all eyes on my dick [Charli] 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


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