Stand Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah & Lyn Collins samples] Be friends with your gram I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight Hey you, blow your whistle {*whistle sound*} Now clap your hands and say "Yeah" (Yeah) Tune my voice up, tune my mic up Tune my voice up, tune my mic up Yo, this is how we rock One, two, three This is how we rock This is how we rock, rock Hey you, blow your whistle {*whistle sound*} Yeah, we in the joint, yo, we in the joint Ayo, hey, yeah, scream Hey now, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up Ah shit! What the fuck! 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 And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together Yeah, 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*} [Verse 1: Charli Baltimore & Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, Tony, what up? Heard your dick was good You should know, yo, I fucked you on the side of my hood Never that dog, from where you can never hit it Throw a razor in my mouth on the low and suck your dick with it The world famous, priceless, steel stainless dick Pray over this sculpture of love, nameless Heavyweight dick in your jaw Good lickin' from your lips, now baby girl, throw the saw Ayo, Tony, you phony, we both signed to Sony But for half your pub, ride that dick like a pony, what Yeah, what, put your money on my dick Girls, all eyes on my dick [Verse 2: Charli Baltimore] Yo, yo, yo, cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armie 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 copped me two fangs Official, now I bite through gristle Gold teeth style, learn from Philly to Staten Island While in the meantime, spit mean lines Fuck clean rhymes, like mine's grimy, like my niggas be Picture me coming off soft, y'all just cough up shit I swallow rhymes, makin' bitches swallow nines Redefine this rap shit, make my shit a classic Like Beethoven, stay posin' for the camera Stamina like a crackhead and crackheads are amateurs You try me, no in-between like Y to Z Pick brains like lobotomies, still thoughts to charts of Billboards Throw pour ill spores, leave niggas stiff like stillborns [Interlude: Charli Baltimore, Lyn Collins samples, (Ghostface Killah)] I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up What, what, what I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight Stand up baby, stand up baby Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together I want you to stand on up (Stand up, yo) Now I got something to tell ya I'll tell you, now that I think about it Yeah, what, what, what And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] I'm like Spider-Man, fifth brother up in the Clan Drop like crack that's scattered all up in your van Skelly-man crook, character star in Donald Goines book "MGM," "Heaven & Hell," sat with the cook With the big spice bone, red hairs is killin' it Knotted up, twisted and green, see them crystals in it? Rap Yogi Berra Bear hug a 500 ounce of that Staision, wild man, Sarah Rush after hours, Alfred in the Batcave Hands like Dai Smith, rap Hagler with a fade Magilla, Charli Baltimore witch-hazel drip from your drawers When faced off with the Killah Stood still, a whole river chill Looked up, it got dark, that's when RZA started to build [Interlude: Lyn Collins samples] Hey yeah, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up Hey yeah, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up Hey you, blow your whistle {*whistle sound*} (What, what, what, what) [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, you praise me, turtleneck nigga, rockin' paisley Shots crazily, steady blazin' where the spades be Teams like Starsky & Hutch, super deluxe truck Ya bankrupt, 52's Knox, I heard you Ku Klux, damn Tear it out the van, sweat it with a tan Wicked like Remo spray can, Sugar Duran Fuck a cocktail, get my balls licked in Hell Read his Igloo Tales, hell all the dogs with broken tails Salt range, salt-water taff', Ironman bubble bath Nucleus, split the atom in half Meet damoes, fifth brother bug inside 8 pole Change though, crush the birds inside shrimp rolls (Yo, yo, yo) [Verse 5: Charli Baltimore] Rap conspiracy, hold songs for ransom Lancin' in Ghost-mode, coke mixed with Branson Sheisty, tree's soaked in half-ki's Sabotage N.Y. with snipes and 79's Channel 9 scene, street team made news With who's Charli, every 16 bars be Sickening, peep the scription, rhyme vixen Keep the clips in tact, watch your back Ain't done yet, ain't spun yet, poison web is Spider-Woman, two legged, how we dead it What! [Outro: Lyn Collins samples] Come on and get a groove goin'! Hey you, blow your whistle {*whistle sound*} Hey you, blow your whistle {*whistle sound*} Now clap your hands and say "Yeah" (Yeah) Now let me count it off One, two, three Hey, hey-hey-hey yeah I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up