[Intro: Cha Cha]nI, Cha, stand up before y'allnOne hand in the sky, other hand over my heartnVouchin to be the last woman of my breednRight alongside some niggaz who seem to feel the same waynAfter all, one who stands for nothin falls for anythingnSo um, Tre Little why don't you stand up first?nTell 'em your storynn[Verse One: Tre Little]nYeah, I made my own bed, yeah that's what the judge saidnCalled me a young punk like he hold grudgesnHeld up the same knife that I lunge withnThe one his lungs hit, I left him breathlessnHaha.. Death is CertainnBut for you to gimme that sentence the system's not workinnYour Honor, understand my painnIt's like I got nothin to lose, and shit to gainnPlease, hear me outnDude doused gasoline my house to get me outnAnd all I could think about is how we was raisednAnd - he like the gauge, and - I prefer the nine mannCrime partners, robbin spreesnTen years plus Your Honor, just him and menAnd really - to make a long story shortnThis nigga tried to eat from my forknCan't have thatnn[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9]n(Stand up) Put your hand on your chestnThe other hand in the air, and say that you solemnly swearnWhen you (stand up) basicallynReach out to the hatin streets, tell 'em to take a seatnAfter you (stand up) put your hand on your chestnThe other hand in the air, and say that you solemnly swearnWhen you (stand up) they listen nownto a man who's standin demandin respect cause they sittin downnn[Verse Two: Cutty Mack]nI was born in this world the most, innocent childnWith no worries, expectations, look how I smilenEverybody proud, my household loudnLook what he can do now, gangstas is all aroundnCouldn't fathom bein touched, by the life they lednWould've rather been in church and touched by Christ insteadnI done seen everything from teens turn crack mothersnRobberies led by teens are undercovernAnd the law, is the same way my homeboy's donTook the work behind the kitchen sink, hustle was smoothnAnd the risk never mattered, cause there's strength in fearnNot thinkin beyond the next day I'm gettin this herenAnd the world don't give a fuck, that's my thinkinnCause the world don't give a fuck, heavily drinkinnHit the, block at night when the bars let outnRaw heads'll still hit me 'til they veins dead outnI'm trappednn[Chorus]nn[Verse Three: Billy Nix]nI saw four corners, crackheads on two of 'emnWhores on opposite sides; I was 'bout nine or tennWonderin why my sisters was lookin like they was homeless (damn)nCars'll roll up, and they hop in them for a momentnWasn't later I realized they need a supplynTo get it, would take a few minutes, they blow him in his ridenIt seems the scenes I've seen with fiends in abundance wasnpart on some scheme to intervene in the number ofnpeople who make it up out of this life, conspiracy theorynNah, not quite; but government gotta know somethinnTell a child we were once unified, he might doubt itnWent from, yellin Black power to sniffin white powdernCould it be we wasn't brought here to be free, just subserviantnto those in authority, slowly I'm learnin thisnEvolution of the mind defines us as mennMy resolution, it's time for revolution to beginnn[Chorus]nn[Outro: Cha Cha]nFeel me? Nobody respects you for sittin downnRespect is to be earned, it's yours for the takinnClosed mouths don't get fednGotta get the wet behind your backnAttack the storm, when it rains it poursnStand upnM.I.C. [fades out]