"Stand Up" as written by and Christopher Taylor/ormandy Brown....
[Ghostface]
Be friends wit'cha gram!
I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight
Hey you, blow your whistle [whistle sound]
Now clap ya hands and say yeah! (yeah)

[Ghostface]
Tune my voice out, tune my mic out
Tune my voice out, tune my mic out
Yo, this is how we rock
This is how we rock
This is how we rock, rock
Hey you, blow your whistle [whistle sound]

[Ghostface]
Yeah, we in the joint yo
We in the joint
Hey yo, hey, yeah, scream

Hey now, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up (Ah shit!)
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 (Yeah)
And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together
(Play with this, you can't play with this)
Come on now, get a groove going

Yeah
Hey you, blow your whistle [whistle sound]

[Charli]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo tony, what up?
Heard your dick was good

[Ghostface]
You should know, yo I fucked you on the side of my hood

[Charli]
Never that dawg
From where you can never hit it
Throw a razor in my mouth on the low
And suck ya dick wit' it

[Ghostface]
The world famous, priceless, still stainless dick
Pray over this, scoped ya love, nameless
Heavyweight dick in ya jaw
Good lickin' from ya lips, now baby girl throw the song

[Charli]
Yo, yo, yo
Aye yo Tony, you phony
We both signed to Sony
But for half ya pub, ride that dick like a Pony, what

[Ghostface]
Yeah, what, put your money on my dick
Girls, all eyes on my dick

[Charli]
Yo, yo, yo
Cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armies
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 cop me two fangs

Official, now I bite through gristle
Gold teeth style in from Philly to Stanton Island
While in the meantime, spit mean lines
Fuck clean rhymes, like mine's grimmey
Like my niggas be
Picture me, coming off soft

Ya'll just cough up shit, I swallow rhymes
Makin' bitches swallow 9's, re-define
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 Billboard's
Throw pour ill spores, leave niggas stiff like still-borns

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

[Ghostface]
I'm like Spider-Man's fifth brother up in the Clan
Drop like crap's that's scattered all up in ya van
Skelly-man crook, character star
In Donna Boines book
MGM, Heaven and Hell, sat with the cook

With the big spice bone, red hair's is killin' me
Knotted up, twisted and green
Seen them crystal's in that rap yo
And get 'Bearer'
Bear hug and five hundered ounce of that Staision

Wild man, Sarah
Rush after hours, Alpha in the beds
Caked hands like Dai Smith, rap haggler with a fade
Magillia, Charli Baltimore with Hazel driftin' withdrawls
Wind Face start with the Killah
Stood still, a whole river chill
Looked up and got dogged, that's when RZA started to build

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]

[Charli]
What, what, what, what!

[Ghostface]
Ah-yo, you craze me, turtleneck nigga rockin' Pasley
Shots crazily, steady blazin' where the spades be
Teams like Starsky and Hutch, you put deluxe truck
Ya bankrupt, 52's Knox, I heard you Ku Klux, damn
Tear it out the van, sweat it with a tan

With get like Remo spray can, suga the ram
Fuck a cocktail, get my balls licked in Hell
Read his Igloo Tales, hell all the dogs with broken tails
Salt range, short order tab
Ironman, bubble bath, nuclear, split the atom in half
Meet dime O's, fifth brother bug inside 8 pole
Change though, crush the birds inside the strip pose

[Charli]
Rap Conspiracy, hold songs for ransom
Lancin' in Ghostmode, coke mixed with Branson
Sheisty, tree's soaked in half-ki's
Sabotage N.Y. with snipe's and 79's
Channel 9's 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 ya back
Ain't done yet, 8-Spunett
Poison webbers
Spider-Woman, two legged, how we did it
What!

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
1.. 2... 3

Hey
Hey, hey, hey yeah!
I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up


Lyrics submitted by spliphstar

"Stand Up" as written by Nakhamyah Morgan Memmalatel Morgan

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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