Song: Stand Up ~~ 1998 ~~ 4:51
Artist: Charli Baltimore featuring Ghostface Killah
LP/CD: Ice ~~ Untertainment ~~ 1998
Composers: T. Lane~D. Coles~J. Brown~L. Collins~F. Wesley~C. Bobbit

Be friends wit’ yo’ gram

{I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight}
{Hey you, blow your whistle}
{Now clap ya hands and say, “Yeah”}

Tune my voice, uh, tune my mic, uh
Tune my voice out, tune my mic out
Yo, this is how we rock
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
{I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up}
Aw, s***, what the f***
{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 muthaf***in’ 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 told you how I think about it}
Yeah
{But now I wanna tell you how to get your thing together}
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 d*** was good
(You should know, yo’, I f***ed you on the side of my hood)
Never that dawg, fool, you could never hit it
Throw a razor in my mouth on the low and suck ya d*** wit’ it
(The world famous, priceless, still stainless d***)
(Pray over this, scoped your love, nameless)
(Heavyweight d*** in your jaw)
(Good lickin’ from ya lips, now babygirl throw the song)
Yo’, yo’
Yo’, Tony, you phony, we both signed to Sony
But for half your pub, ride that d*** like a Pony, what
(Yeah, what, put your money on my d***)
(Girls, all eyes on my d***)
Yo’, yo’, yo’
Cats fatigued out, thinkin’ they armies
My crew arms me with beats, how we swarm bee
Who bang, B’More, Wu Tang, new thang
Matter how we do thangs, RZA cop me two fangs
Official, now I bite through gristle
Gold teeth style in from Philly to Stanton Island
While in the meantime, spit mean lines
F*** clean rhymes, like mine’s grimy, like my n****s be
Picture me, coming off soft
Ya’ll just cough up s***, I swallow rhymes
Makin’ b****es swallow 9s
Redefine this rap s***, make my s*** 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
From thoughts, and charts of Billboard’s
Pour ill spores, leave niggsa stiff like stillborns
What, what, what

{I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up}
What, what, what
{I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight}
{Brothers and sisters, if you know you’ve got your thing together}
{I want you to stand on up}
Stand up yo, huh
{Now I got something to tell ya}
{I told you how I think about it}
{But now I wanna tell you how to get your thing together}

Yo’, I’m like Spider-Man, fifth brother up in the Clan
Drop like crack that’s scattered all up in your van
Skelly-man crook, character starrin’ Donald Coin’s book
MGM, Heaven and Hell sat with the cook
With the big spice bone, red hair’s is killin’ me
Knotted up, twisted and green
See the crystals and they rap Yogi Berra
Bear hug a five hundred ounce of that station
On Wild man, Sarah
Rush after hours, Alpha in the beds
Caked hands like Dai Smith
Rap Haggler with a fade
Magillia, Charli Baltimore, Witch Hazel driftin’ withdrawals
Wind Face start with the Killah
Stood still, a whole river chill
Looked up and got dogged, 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}

What, what, what, what
{Yo’, a-yo’, you craze me, turtleneck n**** rockin’ Paisley}
{Shots crazily, steady blazin’ where the spades be}
Teams like Starsky and Hutch, you put deluxe truck
You’re bankrupt, 52’s Knox, I heard you Ku Klux, damn
Jetted out the van, sweat it with a tan
Wicked like Remo spray can, sugar, the ram
F*** a cocktail, get my b**** licked in hell
Read his Igloo Tales, hell, all the dogs with broken tails
Salt range, short order tab
Ironman, bubble bath, nuclear, split the atom in half
Meet Dime O’s, fifth brother bug inside 8 pole
Change don’t crush the birds inside the strip roles

Yo’, yo’, yo’
Rap Conspiracy, hold songs for ransom
Lancin’ in Ghostmode, coke mixed with Branson
Sheisty, trees soaked in half-keys
Sabotage N.Y. with snipe’s and 79’s
Channel 9’s scene street team made news
But who’s Charli, every 16 bars be
Sickenin’, peep description
Rhyme fixin’
Keep the clips intact, watch your 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”}
{Now let me count it off, 1-2-3}
{Hey}
{Hey, hey, hey yeah}
{I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up}

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: March 14, 1999