(feat. Lil Jon, Lil' Wayne, Trick Daddy)    [Chorus]  Stand up  If you don't like what I'm saying then buck  Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker  Stand up  If you didn't notice nigga, I don't give a fuck  If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga  Stand up  You don't want to see the triggerman bust  Hit you and your mans up, make it hard for niggaz to  Stand up  Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude  And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move  Stand up    [Verse 1: T.I.]  You got an alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass  Your mouth writing checks that your ass can't cash  145 and I'm out of your weight class  Want to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fast  Cause I know how to handle your fake ass  I'm a ride on you and hide you in yesterday's trash  Pull up in the Chevy's spraying rounds through the glass  See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh  Ha, cause that's the end of the saga  The end of my problems, nigga mash the Impala  Go lay up with a model and watch the news tomorrow  And that's the end checkmate, game over, I'll holler  Pimp, telling you partner, you don't know what you're doing  Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin  And dig this man  I spent my childhood in a wild hood  And all that gangster shit you talking, yeah, it sound good  But make it understood  You gone have to show me, I'm a O.G.  You want to overthrow me    [Chorus]    [Verse 2: Trick Daddy]  Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today  To marry this young nigga in his own special thug way  Do you promise to love and respect all of the real niggaz  And when a problem come, learn to deal with 'em  Do you swear to turn this chopper  On any motherfucker in your path, or the bitch that's trying to stop ya  Or do you promise to keep him handy  And don't hand him to nobody, nobody except family  And keep him cocked and loaded and don't expose him to no body  Unless somebody, who want him in his body  To love and cherish and from this trigger to a barrel  From the bottom of your heart  'til death do you fuckin' part  Do you understand to live, to lie by him  Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him  I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid  Shit, all them motherfuckers dead  And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West  End up dying from hollow points to they fuckin' chest  Cause I ain't never seen a cock beamer meant for a team of tummy guns  With a hundred round fuckin' drum    [Chorus]    [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]  Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight  Only way I die first, got to kill me in this verse  Weezy F middle finger to life  So nothing seem critical in the hood I'm typical  Yet I'm feeling good and spiritual  Healing hoods with this shit up out my kitchen  I'm pitching that it's really good  Smoking, drinking, I'm like a fish  And I'll probably shit on ya bitch  Probably piss on her lips and she probably give you a kiss  Nasty, Holly Grove classic  Polly wood a nigga probably robbed the same bastard  Ask him  We don't give a fuck about a casket  Nigga this the murder campy  Niggaz is murder happy  12 years old, I jumped off the pot  I started selling rock right after I got shot  I had to hold my weight down  Pussy nigga stand up or lay down    [Chorus]