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Stand Up

Lil Wayne

Down and Dirty, Vol. 32

2008

[Chorus]
Stand up
If you don't like what I'm saying then buck
Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up
If you didn't notice

Cause these bitches so Goddamn boring (These bitches)
Brought the drums you can hear the percussion
"Drumroll please" (Faow!)
Nigga been stressed out

down, shake it up
Got that fire then blaze it up
Gone catch us in the truck
Guarantee that we buck
So swerve on a shawty mane
Telling you its over mane
By

held accountable, so instead I pass the blame, 
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.  
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be

Brown Paper Bag

Migos

C U L T U R E

2017

last (I swear)
I was born empty-handed but a nigga know I had to get a bag (know it)
I was raised by my mama so a nigga never really had a dad (never)

So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair
The Cartier so light on my body, thought I floated here
We bolded here, it's Tunechi

The Grand Finale

Dr. Dre

Concrete Roots

1994

scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so

Pendulum power,
Like Solomon's ring,

How could you think,
I could be stopped by man?

So many bodies in my iMac Pro,
So many bodies on my MacBook, yo,

So

The Story Goes On

La Coka Nostra

Masters of the Dark Arts

2012

of the beast where the felons roam
Gift of gab, quick-witted with the clever soul
Couldn’t keep him from catching a buck-fifty in his dome
Matter fact, more

can't trust anybody

Pull out the jag 
Or the Range Rover 
She brought a friend tell her stay over 
I'm sipping real drank so tussin'
Hit from back shanty

to say
Ain't nothin' to say to a hoe
I'm gettin' paid by the loaf
Y'all niggas dick ride by the low
I'm lit all the time, off this dro
Rick Owens, yeah,

I told lil shawty
Roll up if you rolling up
Only want the thick bucks, never folding up
Gotta keep the grass low, yeah i mowed it up
Knock you on yo

blowing by
Now I ain't got as many friends and my phone dry
My family gettin off the chain cuz what we been threw
My life is all up in this low paying job

I stay soulful
Am smart like Owen
Cause I am golden

You so freaky (Oohh)
Freaky freaky (Ooh ooh)
Ass so biggie
Biggie biggie (yeah)
Ndidlu cotton

You heard that uhh that new Loss Daze by by that Kid Bootz
Naw naw mayne I ain't heard that I ain't heard that
Mayne fuck wrong wit you mayne you

The Learning (Burn)

Mobb Deep

Infamy [Clean]

2001

[Havoc]
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave n****s drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low it'd

Children kidnapped by cell phone screens
Snapchatting about DM's with porno queens
To Chippendale rap so I've got a Buck 'em with my sixteens
Thou shall not

happens when I buck em on the main road 
I pledge allegiance to the streets and the fiends 
But I was sitting in the box I couldn't breathe 
How come you

Play'n It Raw

B.G.

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

smoked 
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes 
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes 
Really doe 
Bullet holes be so big 
Innocent bystanders get

Yeah
Yeah
So many days I had shit on my mind
But I had to get through it and I had to push through it
Ran these racks up by myself
I ain't need no

by the creek while we smoking by da creek
Niggas die for they chain cause flossing ain’t cheap
I see gold on your body, ill lay a nigga down in his

out some Jones
All I need is a tank of gas and an ice chest
full of cold beer
So we ride into the night
Gonna take a back road by the Ouchita
Got

gonna change)
I low-key hate you, you probably feel the same
(Oh, I fucking hate you)
Go, please, you are way too controlling
Rather be by doing my

I'm a Rider

South Central Cartel

All Day Everyday

1997

on a dime
The West coast stays on your mind - the line
Is thin, I'm in for the win so you lose
Original like Chuck T shoes
Who want to dis the rider
Light