Il testo della Stand up

(lil' scrappy chorus)
I ain't switching
I ain't snitching
I ain't bitching
I ain't flipping
I ain't dipping
I'ma stand up like a man and take
I ain't ducking
I ain't dodging
I ain't working
I ain't (incomprehensible) my nigga
I'ma stand up like a man and take
Goin' hate real hard
Like them niggas did god
My nigga
I'ma stand up like a man take
Gave up my bitch
I ain't stunting that shit

(lil' scrappy verse 1)
So you niggas wanna throw bottles
And hoes swallow
Try to hate out of me
You gon' need an impala
I all i do is fuck 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 niggas 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 t-shirts and vest
All over my chrome
Dis nigga hating like he got another ass at home
Hey i got my mama's blood in me
So my heart a fighta
And if i put it on my hood
Dat mean i'ma rida
I be wishing shit be all good
And my days get brighta
But i don't be stunting and shit
I just spark up da fire

(chorus)

(lil' wayne verse 2)
Ok you niggas wanna throw bottles, and hoes swallow
My niggas they throw hollows, and mo follow
Like tnt, i know drama, so i'm-a
Keep that ak like osama, fuck ya honor
Motherfucker, fuck your mama! to the 10th power
Fill his body with embalma, him a goner!
Stop a nigga 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.

(chorus)