(feat. D-Elite)



[Intro: Cha Cha]

I, Cha, stand up before y'all

One hand in the sky, other hand over my heart

Vouchin to be the last woman of my breed

Right alongside some niggaz who seem to feel the same way

After all, one who stands for nothin falls for anything

So um, Tre Little why don't you stand up first?

Tell 'em your story

 

[Verse One: Tre Little]

Yeah, I made my own bed, yeah that's what the judge said

Called me a young punk like he hold grudges

Held up the same knife that I lunge with

The one his lungs hit, I left him breathless

Haha.. "Death is Certain"

But for you to gimme that sentence the system's not workin

Your Honor, understand my pain

It's like I got nothin to lose, and shit to gain

Please, hear me out

Dude doused gasoline my house to get me out

And all I could think about is how we was raised

And - he like the gauge, and - I prefer the nine man

Crime partners, robbin sprees

Ten years plus Your Honor, just him and me

And really - to make a long story short

This nigga tried to eat from my fork

Can't have that

 

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]

(Stand up) Put your hand on your chest

The other hand in the air, and say that you solemnly swear

When you (stand up) basically

Reach out to the hatin streets, tell 'em to take a seat

After you (stand up) put your hand on your chest

The other hand in the air, and say that you solemnly swear

When you (stand up) they listen now

to a man who's standin demandin respect cause they sittin down

 

[Verse Two: Cutty Mack]

I was born in this world the most, innocent child

With no worries, expectations, look how I smile

Everybody proud, my household loud

Look what he can do now, gangstas is all around

Couldn't fathom bein touched, by the life they led

Would've rather been in church and touched by Christ instead

I done seen everything from teens turn crack mothers

Robberies led by teens are undercover

And the law, is the same way my homeboy's do

Took the work behind the kitchen sink, hustle was smooth

And the risk never mattered, cause there's strength in fear

Not thinkin beyond the next day I'm gettin this here

And the world don't give a fuck, that's my thinkin

Cause the world don't give a fuck, heavily drinkin

Hit the, block at night when the bars let out

Raw heads'll still hit me 'til they veins dead out

I'm trapped

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Three: Billy Nix]

I saw four corners, crackheads on two of 'em

Whores on opposite sides; I was 'bout nine or ten

Wonderin why my sisters was lookin like they was homeless (damn)

Cars'll roll up, and they hop in them for a moment

Wasn't later I realized they need a supply

To get it, would take a few minutes, they blow him in his ride

It seems the scenes I've seen with fiends in abundance was

part on some scheme to intervene in the number of

people who make it up out of this life, conspiracy theory

Nah, not quite; but government gotta know somethin

Tell a child we were once unified, he might doubt it

Went from, yellin "Black power" to sniffin white powder

Could it be we wasn't brought here to be free, just subserviant

to those in authority, slowly I'm learnin this

Evolution of the mind defines us as men

My resolution, it's time for revolution to begin

 

[Chorus]

 

[Outro: Cha Cha]

Feel me?  Nobody respects you for sittin down

Respect is to be earned, it's yours for the takin

Closed mouths don't get fed

Gotta get the wet behind your back

Attack the storm, when it rains it pours

Stand up

M.I.C. [fades out]