Raise Up

This one’s for North Carolina

C’mon and raise up

Take your shirt off

Twist it ’round yo’ hand

Spin it like a helicopter

North Carolina

This one’s for you

Uh-huh, this one’s for who?

Us, us, us

Yes sir

Who am I?

Petey Pab motherf***er

First to put it down

For North Carolina

But guess what (what?)

It’s been worth it

I’ma superstar

Bought me a big ol’ car

Four point six

(See the car)

Black fifty-four from

The front to back

And got a button in the middle

Make the trunk go eh-eh

But it ain’t ’bout that

It’s about gettin’ what’chu gettin’

And drivin’ all back here

Big fellas (six fellas)

Half of me and Carolina niggas

I’m tired of y’all

Polk, Bladen, Marshall, Hoke

Greene County, Timbaland, damn

Transfer, Sandy Ridge

Browns over here

(Greens over here)

Pasqoutank, down on the

Odom East (lemme think)

Johnson County, Franklin

Burgaw, Newport

Warren, Shelby, Kenansville

(Man Catawba)

Tarboro, Triangle, Goldsboro

Halifax, Statesville

And all my niggas doin’

Life behind the wall

This right here

Right here, right here’s for

You remember them days

Y’all, we used to play y’all

The radio and put our own

Lil’ part in the song y’all

We used to(Rep our city, rep our city)

Runnin’ through the school halls

Just before our

Basketball pep-rally jumped off(Hah)

My house, my home, my hood(Hah)

My brother, my sister, my cous’(Hah)

My niggas that was there

From the beginning

Been wit’ me even

’Fore they knew

What being with me was

Y’all niggas just glanced at it

Now I gotcha starin’ at it

Wouldn’t been the

Same ol’ North Carolina

It’s been then

Y’all niggas just getting it

Oh it’s a shame isn’t it?

Oh you thought

We said we were coming

Wit’ a whole lotta songs

We were bullsh (Ah)

Man I had to do it

Just in case you were

One of the ones

Who wanted to come

And ask something stupid

(What you think you doing?)

What it look like?

Puttin’ it down for

My niggas in the south side

North Carolina, South Carolina

And all my little bitty

Open little cape towns

We gonna hit y’all as*es,

Ain’t nothing but a T.D. blast

That we got comin’ atcha

(Beat) Slammin’, (first) classic

(Go for this)

What’s after platinum?

(Baby you don’t want the bomb)

And I don’t meant to scare ya

But I’m about to bring it home

Blow these fellas, these hills

These things and

N.C. out the water

How’s it feel to lose to

Motherf***er that be real

Now tell ’em

"I told ya"