Da Assa**in - When To Stand Up lyrics

(Da Assa**in) Yo At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on Earth The first time I went to stick it up the sh** hurt Moms wouldn't take it, the b**h still hates me One day she said, "Go rake leaves," I said, "Make me!" I'm proud to announce I was probably the first kid Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth Arguing with me and mom was on-going She called law enforcement when I broke the lawn mower The s*ut gave me a truck when I turned sixteen I went to start it and it screamed, "Please fix me!" Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince And him and Jeff were still best friends, I guess then I decided to cut cla** to rap full time And get the f** outta the fake school and rhyme Anybody who thinks this f**in attitude is a gimmick Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this image Break sh**! (scratched) (4x) "No...you hear me! You go to hell!" (Crazy Ray) Yo, y'all rappers have never learned That's why I'm f**in wit y'all Run around telling people they can f** wit Crazy Ray I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom Put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom Cause any horror like a playoff lost in game seven Walk around ripping on n***as madder that James Evans My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra Slap my dick like Kool Keith f** like you stole from me, and rules the streets I don't wanna have to f** you up, so cool cease Crazy Ray be the chosen thug What I spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug Run the streets while you're stuck at home My temper like Bushwick Bill f**er leave me the f** alone I've been jealous since n***as been windmillin' These cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin' And moms just told me to act, I've been wheelin' So boy just slow your deck, I've been stealin' I wet rappers cause it's me and Jimmy I guess I just don't give a f** like Jimmy Burglarize take busts with the slugs Come in your window and bustin' your club Put the heat up I teach these n***az what to s** And my young lords, when to stand up and light the Dutch (scratching) (4x) "No...you hear me! You go to hell!" (Da Assa**in) I ended my last show with a horse swingin' a la**o Drunked with the a**hole ripped out of an old bathrobe Cause I don't give a f**, you better understand that Two Zantacs I give a f** if I sound whack Billboard, d** is what I k** for I'm Happy Gilmore, you slip me anything in pill form I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay single Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle Sike, I'm 18; two more birthdays and I'm blowin my brains out when I'm twenty As long as my heart beats I'ma keep trying to see How much speed I can eat before I fall the f** asleep So "I'm the Rapper, and he's the DJ" I'm the one that's got the six year old nephew screamin "F/U/C/K" So Jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: "No!") Y'all can kiss my a** until your lips stick to my pants (scratched) (5x): "No...you hear me! You go to hell!"