Charli Baltimore, Ghostface Killah - Stand Up! lyrics

Be friends wit'cha gram
I want everyone to stand up
And be counted tonight
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now clap ya 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
Yeah, we in the joint, yo, we in the joint
Hey yo, hey yeah, scream hey now
I want all you brothers and
Sisters to stand up ah shit
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

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 dawg from where you
Can never hit it
Throw a razor in my mouth on the
Low and suck ya dick wit' it
The world famous, priceless
Steel stainless dick
Pray over this, sculpture of love, name this
Heavyweight dick in ya jaw
Good lickin’ from ya lips
Now babygirl throw the song Yo, yo, yo
Aye yo, Tony, you phony
We both signed to Sony
But for half ya pub, ride
That dick like a Pony, what
Yeah, what, put your money on my dick
Girls, all eyes on my dick

Yo, yo, yo
Cats fatigued out, thinkin’ they armies
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 in 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
Ya’ll just cough up shit
I swallow rhymes, makin’ bitches swallow 9’s
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 still-born's

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

I’m like Spider-Man
Fifth brother up in the Clan
Drop like crack that’s scattered all
Up in ya van skelly man crook
Character star in Donald Goines book
MGM, Heaven and 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 and five hundered 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

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)
Aye yo, you praise me
Turtleneck nigga rockin’ Paisley
Shots crazily
Steady blazin’ where the spades be
Teams like Starsky and 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
Rap Conspiracy, hold songs for ransom
Lancin’ in Ghostmode, coke mixed with Branson
Sheisty, tree's soaked in half-ki’s
Sabotage NY with snipe’s and 79’s
Channel 9’s 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 ya back
Ain't done yet, ain't spun yet, poison web is
Spider Woman, two legged, how we did it
What!

Come on and get a groove goin’!
Hey you, blow your whistle
Hey you, blow your whistle
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