Stand for Something

Yeah, Outlawin it
Fuckas ain't ready for this
Thug Life, like that
Where you at? Fuck y'all

It ain't nothin' but a thug thing
Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no
Please Young No', let 'em go
I want mo'
Go to the game in befo'
Lettin' 'em know, exactly the way the game go
But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know
I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo
Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle
Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel
Mouthin' off, what I tell you don't do that shit
Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit
Do that shit, Outlawz comin' equipped
Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip
Watch this
Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip
Watch this, eat a dick, bitch

I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness
Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this
Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter
This Napolean, Outlaw, should be strong, willin' to fly see
Nothin' me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nothin' to me
Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater
Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya
Hard be out crowd will make em the squad
Probably burn the shit apart, Napolean, Mr. Bonaparte
The part of war you can call art
And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin' bark
You faggot ass low heart ass nigga

[Chorus]
Stand for something, don't fall for nothin'
Takin' everythin' a nigga want it all or nothin'
So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get,
Hit with every last bullet up in the clip

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin'
Takin' everythin' a nigga want it all or nothin'
Jumpin' for the hell of it, bluffin' will never get a nigga rich
So yo come with some better shit

Life, bright lights and guns
Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum
Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the front line
Slangin dimes, bangin that one time
I've done mine, one frime after the other one
Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em
You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb
Another dumb nigga thinkin' they come?
That's foul, they got you thinkin' you too wild to be hung
Seekin', to be broke and when the heat soakin'
Moapin', open ya throat nigga keep chokin'

Ay yo One Eye,
Ya got Banky out here on the west
Cream Teamin' it with no vest but two techs
Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em
Leave 'em layin' there leakin', the coroner 'a touch 'em
Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps
Better yet, who you aimin' it at
'cause I'ma want to know, where ya knuckle games at
Cream Team a number one, holdin' down my spot
Ya corn balls got me feelin' just like pop
Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop
When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know
Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino
It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor
Thug out a pretty sluggin' ya, too much for ya
While ya hidin' for me, I'm fuckin' ya baby mother

[Chorus: x2]

Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin' shit tight
Come with some better shit, word up
Chip Banks, done birth
Fuckin' world up
Strife doin' nigga, Cream Team
Where my Harlem niggas at?
East side, East
West Coast, word up word up
Out there, for all ya
Word up
Fuckin' word nigga
Told ya niggas it's comin'