Chip Banks - Stand for Something lyrics

Intro: Yeah, Outlawin it f**as ain't ready for this Thug Life, like that Where you at? f** y'all [Young Noble] It ain't nuthin but a thug thing Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no Please Young No', let 'em go I wan't 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 b**h, 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 sh** Give a f** about ya fifth, I chew through that sh** Do that sh**, Outlawz comin equipped Spit ya rhyme now n***a, with a gun on ya lip Watch this Rhyme now n***a, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip Watch this, eat a dick, b**h [Napolean] I'm a heartless, dark n***a 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 f** ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me p**y 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 Probaly burn the sh** apart, Napolean, Mr. Bonaparte The part of war you can call art And Jersey is a b**h reign, a cat to use a f**in bark You f*ggot a** low heart a** n***a Chorus: Tha Outlawz Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a n***a want it all or nuthin So yo bu*ton 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 n***a want it all or nuthin Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a n***a rich So yo come with some better sh** [One Eye] 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 frontline Slangin dimes, bangin that one time I've done mine, one frime after the other one Ma**acre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb Another dumb n***a 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 n***a keep chokin [Chip Banks] 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 f** 'em, might as well buck 'em Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em Y'all n***as better watch what you say in your raps Better yet, who you aimin it at Cuz I'mma wanna 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 n***as outta hip hop When it come to Chip Banks, n***as 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 f**in ya baby mother Chorus 2X Outro: Ya n***as better keep ya f**in sh** tight Come with some better sh**, word up Chip Banks, done birth f**in world up Strife doin n***a, Cream Team Where my Harlem n***as at? East side, East West Coast, word up word up Out there, for all ya Word up f**in word n***a Told ya n***as it's comin