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Eightball - "Put Your Hands Up"
[Featuring MJG]
[EightBall]
Yeah
All my playa niggaz throw your hands up
And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up
Weak niggaz give your funds up to these hoes
Distance your foes and stay up on your toes
I love this game but its not the NBA
It be me and MJ doin shit the playa way
Daily smokin hay
The time on my Roly tellin me Im gonna make cheese like Kobe
Did what the real niggaz showed me and shook the phonies
Hooked the honies, lookin like I got some money
Aint it funny, they diss you when you lookin bunny
But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy
I just call it how I see it, non-fictional
Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistable
Without a pistol, Ill make you put your hands up
So everybody in the place put your hands up
Chorus
Stompin, and pimpin and mackin and actin
Bad when a nigga rappin
Get your hands up, let me see the big butts
We dont wanna see nothin but the big butts
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Yeah, first to bringin the pain
And you better bring a Hertz too
Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you
May even hurt you, born into violence
Streets a pilot, flyin rhymes over cloudy beats
50 thousand feet above what you thought I was
Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love
I came with acrobatic tongue tactics
Parental advisory because my shit is graphic
Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC
Comin out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G
But not because of my size, you better recognize
Im do or die, when you talk about my green guys
Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again
Gone off of lucigens, clownin in the big Benz
All I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked
So get up, and get your mothafuckin hands up
Chorus
[MJG]
Throw your hands in the smoke, cause theres smoke in the air
Get close to me, Ill contact your ass like a flare
As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see
A primitive example of the shit you want to be
And I aint gonna be
Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin
Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick
Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin and shit
If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch
Why should you switch?
From one hoe, and love em all
Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick?
Hell nah
One thing you gotta know about a woman
Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy
comin
Now who I be, before the G, MJ
Nigga I aint tryin to high side
But have a nice day
Like a, get a way girl
I get hips to watch
Im takin applications
Look at all the traffic you stopped
Chorus X2
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