[Intro]
Stand up, stretch for the stars
Get somebody else involved right next to ya
Y'all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya
Just cause I make it possible for the rest of ya
To just take it there come on and
Get your head ringin' from the sting of the snare
Spine tingle elevating every singular hair
All the way from South Philly on a wing and prayer
And still bringin' it yeah
[Hook]
C'mon take it there
C'mon take it there
Let's take it there
C'mon take it there
[Verse 1]
I'm from the side of town where shots get sprayed around
So the expectancy rate be twenty-eight around
Downtown battleground where cops parade around
Have your whole view on life beyond jaded
How everybody sick of breaking down, tryin' a make it out
Hand over fist the only way to get the paper down
People tired of gettin' pushed around, gettin' gangsta now
Discipline the only way to bring some kinda change about
Chain cigarette smoke kids with bad nerves
And brothas with bad lungs from smokin' mad herb
Whoever in the dark is unseen and heard
Let's emerge, I can feel something close, we on the verge
Talkin' bout, street sweepers, hotel housekeepers
And my people spillin' this out through jailhouse speakers
Some people rather use they mic than use heaters
Some people rather lose they life than lose freedom
For real
Stand up, stretch for the stars
Get somebody else involved right next to ya
Y'all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya
Just cause I make it possible for the rest of ya
To just take it there come on and
Get your head ringin' from the sting of the snare
Spine tingle elevating every singular hair
All the way from South Philly on a wing and prayer
And still bringin' it yeah
[Hook]
C'mon take it there
C'mon take it there
Let's take it there
C'mon take it there
[Verse 1]
I'm from the side of town where shots get sprayed around
So the expectancy rate be twenty-eight around
Downtown battleground where cops parade around
Have your whole view on life beyond jaded
How everybody sick of breaking down, tryin' a make it out
Hand over fist the only way to get the paper down
People tired of gettin' pushed around, gettin' gangsta now
Discipline the only way to bring some kinda change about
Chain cigarette smoke kids with bad nerves
And brothas with bad lungs from smokin' mad herb
Whoever in the dark is unseen and heard
Let's emerge, I can feel something close, we on the verge
Talkin' bout, street sweepers, hotel housekeepers
And my people spillin' this out through jailhouse speakers
Some people rather use they mic than use heaters
Some people rather lose they life than lose freedom
For real
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