Lyrics:
ya hands up
What, what, put your hands up
Come on, come on, keep your hands up
We back, we back, we back, we back (put your hands up)
We back, we
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high nigga
You need git
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
Come on get up, this ain't a set up
Don't you give up, come on get up, don't you let up
Don't be taken in by their every crazy word or whim, no
Come
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
She has Gucci stripes tatted on her back
She gon' act like mami when she's by my side
She gon' be like daddy put it all inside
She gon' eat it like
Back and I'm busy
Now I'm after a milly
I'ma get the damn check then
Nwod gniht ym tup
Bring it back like I'm Missy
(Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
Aaaaa yeh
Clear
P to the H to the E B Y
Hardeypheby
(Verse 1)
Hustling in trenches is of no good
Working so hard to get the money
Day by day keep
all)
The highest elevation 'cause we above (I need)
All that romance crap, just show your love (to get by)
You're all
Suck up on these
You're all
our society in which we capitalize people
We stigmatize so many populations (Get up)
In which fascism takes its way back (Get up)
We need to take this
of that money and
Get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before
They crack through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that
Leave a crack in yo
assault, tryin'a take my position
Stop wishin', and sit your ass back
A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up
Pump that! (Shit up)
Pump that!
stop underrating me remember?
Back when dem hating me
Dey never fi stop underrating me remember?
See nigba ti mo broke won mo mi
Na party boys get my
when you get this, call me back
Don't have too much fun, I miss you
I know what you been thinking
You know I been drinking
Brown skin, Puerto Rican
Quero
ya hands up
What, what, put your hands up
Come on, come on, keep your hands up
We back, we back, we back, we back (put your hands up)
We back, we
nu beat yen Bosrado mo tu je be
Mo ti só te le ri ni nu Orin mi wi pe mo ma make e...Ra
You turn it down I will turn it up
You get me down I will get
We get high in back seats of cars
We break into mobile homes
We go to sleep to shake appeal
Never wake up on our own
And that's the way we get
We get high in back seats of cars
We break into mobile homes
We go to sleep to shake appeal
Never wake up on our own
And that's the way we get
It's time to get back to it
Hella bandz we moving
And shorty all up on a nigga
So you know how we grooving
Yeah she moving it nice
She grab my hands
nothin' to do but have fun
Wait for the dark then creep to Emporium
Get the T.I., get the Guess shirts
Get the fresh couch break for the turf
Doin'
have fun
Wait for the dark then creep to Emporium
Get the T.I., get the Guess shirts
Get the fresh couch break for the turf
Doin it boley never in fear
a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let the animals out
Break
on my clothes
Hangin’ on to life, I’ll still say
"Fuck you hoes"
So if thinking ‘bout tryin’ to jack me up
I got 50, 000 trill niggas to back me up
Nigga
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