Lyrics Lil' Scrappy

Lil' Scrappy

Stand Up

I ain't switching

I ain't snitching

I ain't bitching

I ain't flipping

I ain't dipping

I'm a stand up like a man and take

I ain't ducking

I ain't dodging

I ain't working

I ain't my *****

I'm a stand up like a man and take

Goin hate real hard

Like them ****** did god

My *****

I'm a stand up like a man take

Gave up my *****

I ain't stunting that ****

So you ****** wanna throw bottles

And hoes swallow

Try to hate out of me

You goin need an impala

I all I do is f**k models

I'm slinging rap like crack

From da A to Chicago

Gotcha ya born leaders

So the real G follows

Seeking that smoking weed

In my chevy monte carlo

I don't know why you tryna holla

Dem ****** hating over there

I hope you got ya dollar

Yeah I know you see ya boy toma

With a couple of broads

With my jewerly all on

See my tee shirts and vest

All over my chrome

Dis ***** hating like he got another *** at home

Hey I got my mamas blood in me

So my heart a fighta

And if I put it on my hood

Dat mean I'm a rida

I be wishing **** be all good

And my days get brighta

But I don't be stunting and ****

I just spark up da fire

Ok you ****** wanna throw bottles, and hoes swallow

My ****** they throw hollows, and mo follow

Like TNT, I know drama, so I'm-a

Keep that AK like Osama, f**k ya honor

Motherf**ker, f**k your mama! To the 10th power

Fill his body with embalma, him a goner!

Stop a ***** like a comma, no informer!

But we got that white boy, that snow, that informer!

Yeah, I got work like an employer.

10 guns, 10 goons, and 10 lawyers.

And I ain't tryin' to ignore ya...

But money talks - you should let your money talk for ya.

(Where you on?) On a corner, right in front of granny.

7 gram special... welcome to the Grammies!

And only new money make me happy...

So I'm about to take the old ones, split it up with Scrappy.