Stand Up

[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 five hundred 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 '79s

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