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Stand For Something Lyrics - Singles - Black And White

Yeah, Outlawin it 

Fuckas aint ready for this 

Thug Life, like that 

Where you at? Fuck y'all 

 

It ain't nuthin but a thug thing 

Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no 

Please Young No', let 'em go 

I want mo' 

Go to the game in befo' 

Lettin 'em know, exactly the way the game go 

But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know 

I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo 

Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle 

Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel 

Mouthin off, what I tell you don't do that shit 

Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit 

Do that shit, Outlaws comin equipped 

Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip 

Watch this 

Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip 

Watch this, eat a dick, bitch 

 

I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness 

Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this 

Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter 

This Napoleon, Outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see 

Nothin me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me 

Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater 

Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya 

Hard be out crowd will make em the squad 

Probably burn the shit apart, Napoleon, Mr. Bonaparte 

The part of war you can call art 

And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin bark 

You faggot ass low heart ass nigga 

 

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin 

Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin 

So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get 

Hit with every last bullet up in the clip 

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin 

Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin 

Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich 

So yo come with some better shit 

 

Life, bright lights and guns 

Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum 

Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the frontline 

Slangin dimes, bangin that one time 

I've done mine, one crime after the other one 

Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em 

You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb 

Another dumb nigga thinkin they come? 

That's foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung 

Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin 

Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin 

 

Ay yo One Eye 

Ya got Banky out here on the west 

Cream Teamin it with no vest but two techs 

Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em 

Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em 

Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps 

Better yet, who you aimin it at 

'Cause I'm a wanna know, where ya knuckle games at 

Cream Team a number one, holdin down my spot 

Ya corn balls got me feelin just like pop 

Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop 

When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know 

Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino 

It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor 

Thug out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya 

While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother 

 

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin 

Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin 

So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get 

Hit with every last bullet up in the clip 

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin 

Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin 

Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich 

So yo come with some better shit 

 

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin 

Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin 

So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get 

Hit with every last bullet up in the clip 

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin 

Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin 

Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich 

So yo come with some better shit 

 

Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight 

Come with some better shit, word up 

Chip Banks, done birth 

Fuckin world up 

Strife doin nigga, Cream Team 

Where my Harlem niggas at? 

East side, East 

West Coast, word up word up 

Out there, for all ya 

Word up 

Fuckin word nigga 

Told ya niggas it's comin 

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