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stand for something - chip banks lyrics

intro:
yeah, outlawin it
f-ckas ain’t ready for this
thug life, like that
where you at? f-ck y’all

[young n0ble]
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-tch, 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-t
give a f-ck about ya fifth, i chew through that sh-t
do that sh-t, outlawz comin equipped
spit ya rhyme now n-gga, with a gun on ya lip
watch this
rhyme now n-gga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip
watch this, eat a d-ck, b-tch

[napoleon]
i’m a heartless, dark n-gga from out the darkness
thugged out better hand, ready to spark this
off the meter, going to my nine millimeter
this napoleon, outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see
nothin me to f-ck ya hood, gum bleed ain’t nuthin to me
p-ssy 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-t apart, napolepn, mr. bonaparte
the part of war you can call art
and jersey is a b-tch reign, a cat to use a f-ckin bark
you f-ggot -ss low heart -ss n-gga

chorus: tha outlawz

stand for something, don’t fall for nothin
takin everythin a n-gga want it all or nuthin
so yo b-tton 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-gga want it all or nuthin
jumpin for the h-ll of it, bluffin will never get a n-gga rich
so yo come with some better sh-t

[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
m-ssacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother ’em
you run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb
another dumb n-gga 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-gga 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-ck ’em, might as well buck ’em
leave ’em layin there leakin, the coroner ‘a touch ’em
y’all n-ggas 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 b-lls got me feelin just like pop
bout to run all ya coward n-ggas outta hip hop
when it come to chip banks, n-ggas 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-ckin ya baby mother

chorus 2x

outro:
ya n-ggas better keep ya f-ckin sh-t tight
come with some better sh-t, word up
chip banks, done birth
f-ckin world up
strife doin n-gga, cream team
where my harlem n-ggas at?
east side, east
west coast, word up word up
out there, for all ya
word up
f-ckin word n-gga
told ya n-ggas it’s comin

- chip banks lyrics

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