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Touch the Sky
by 50 Cent
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Man I run this rap ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.i.p. To 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
***** roll that good ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
You wanna dance, let's dance *****, I take you to the prom
I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm, I'm calm *****
My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man
My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand
I do this, you knew this, I told you *****
Your fate, your death day'll fucking come if you push me
Have you like E.I. E.i., uh-oh after the four-four blow
I get low, they say I go like a pro
It's a wrap and I'm ghost in the smoke like a roach
You've been clapped and in fact there's no coming back from that
I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed
Just my vest and my semi in the back of the Bentley
Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone
Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long
So when I'm right I'm right, and when I'm wrong I'm right
I hit your *** up right, ***** it's nighty-night
Man I run this rap ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.i.p. To 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
***** roll that good ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Ayo, I'm higher than a pilot, man, I catch a body, man
Beat the case, I lie on the poly-gram
These O.G.'s talking 'bout, back in the days
I have a R.I.P. Sign on your MySpace page
I'm in your top 8 *****, drop 8 *****
G-c-t Coupe, it's sour grape *****
I'm an ape *****, a guerilla in the mist
I hold weight, *****, my connect got bricks
I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars
Same house, and still **** the same broads
Dreams of fucking an R&B *****
Damn you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy
Your next two songs you do them shits with Pretty Ricky
Seven-sixty, drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flint
Man I run this rap ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.i.p. To 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
***** roll that good ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Man I run this rap ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.i.p. To 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
***** roll that good ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
You wanna dance, let's dance *****, I take you to the prom
I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm, I'm calm *****
My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man
My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand
I do this, you knew this, I told you *****
Your fate, your death day'll fucking come if you push me
Have you like E.I. E.i., uh-oh after the four-four blow
I get low, they say I go like a pro
It's a wrap and I'm ghost in the smoke like a roach
You've been clapped and in fact there's no coming back from that
I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed
Just my vest and my semi in the back of the Bentley
Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone
Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long
So when I'm right I'm right, and when I'm wrong I'm right
I hit your *** up right, ***** it's nighty-night
Man I run this rap ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.i.p. To 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
***** roll that good ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Ayo, I'm higher than a pilot, man, I catch a body, man
Beat the case, I lie on the poly-gram
These O.G.'s talking 'bout, back in the days
I have a R.I.P. Sign on your MySpace page
I'm in your top 8 *****, drop 8 *****
G-c-t Coupe, it's sour grape *****
I'm an ape *****, a guerilla in the mist
I hold weight, *****, my connect got bricks
I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars
Same house, and still **** the same broads
Dreams of fucking an R&B *****
Damn you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy
Your next two songs you do them shits with Pretty Ricky
Seven-sixty, drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flint
Man I run this rap ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.i.p. To 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
***** roll that good ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high