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Hands in the air

by 2 Fast 2 Furious


(Singer : 8Ball)

Comin´ from tha top of my

Dome when I´m droppin´ my

Own type of style an´

Ain´t nobody stoppin´ my

Rise to tha very top

Hit em´ up wit all I got

Superstar no Im not

Green weed black glock

Everybody want a piece

Dirty like a pair of cleats

Niggas run they mouth a lot

Like bitches and parakeets (WOW)

How you want it pimpin (WOW)

Im so cold wit it (WOW)

Make otha boys wanna do it just because I did it

Im like a legend or

Some kind a prophecy

Sent here to set you free

Fresh playa´ follow me

Into anotha world deep inside yo own soul

This shit here is way bigger then tattoos an´ cornrows

This not ´bout makin´ dow

Not ´bout no fakin´ yo

Not ´bout who rich or po´

Not ´bout who niggas know

This here ´bout you an´ me

This here ´bout poetry

This here ´bout who we be

If you in here wit me

Chorus:

Keep your ears wide open

This is all real no jokin´

Thro yo´ mothafuckin hands up in the air

If you feel me thro yo´ hands up in the air

Better keep your ears open

This is all real no boastin´

Thro yo´ hands up in the mothafuckin air

If you feel me thro yo´ hands up in the air

The mothafuckin air

Nigga you don´t know me

Why you niggas wanna be

All in my grill like

You the paparazzi

Boy I was full a game way befo this rap thang

Real ´fo the money came

Thats why I will neva change

Me ain´t nobody like

Even thou they try to be

Niggas think they are but they ain´t fuckin´ wit me lyricaly (YO)

I was born wit it didn´t nobody teach it to me

Ova´ hot beats tell you ´bout what tha streets did to me (YO)

Chose me to be a

Prophet an´ lead my people

Murder non believers

With lyrics that are lethal

I hit ´em heavy wit it

Yo I stay ready wit it

Come try to test me wit it

Regret you eva did it

Call who pimpin I got my own bat

You got tha baby paper

I got them Crome stacks

But this aint ´bout no bread

Not ´bout what niggas said

Not ´bout what hoes beleive

If you in here wit me

Chorus:

Keep your ears wide open

This is all real no jokin´

Thro yo´ mothafuckin hands up in the air

If you feel me thro yo´ hands up in the air

Better keep your ears open

This is all real no boastin´

Thro yo´ hands up in the mothafuckin air

If you feel me thro yo´ hands up in the air

The mothafuckin air

Yeah I got couple Benz jus to let you know tha deal

8 ways to company

Beats come from Dew Real (YEAH)

We them niggas should not nobody be fuckin´ wit

Clab ryders choppy city have you bitches done real quick (gun shots)

This ain´t ´bout who rap the best

This ain´t ´bout who got the most

This is not no gangsta rap

This ain´t ´bout no pimps n´ hoes

This here ain´t no country shit

Ain´t no way da label dis

Memphis where I come from

Orange mouth veteran

What I represent

Who eva live in poverty

Hard workin niggas that

Try to hustle honestly

An´ I represent who

Lookin´ good fellin´ nice

Niggas on tha drank n´ dro

Fresh clothes an´ the ice (YEAH)

We gon keep this comin Comin´ wit the dirtiest

If you from the gutta then I know you heard of this

This ain´t ´bout where you from

This ain´t ´bout where you be

This here ´bout feelin free

If you in here wit me

Chorus:

Keep your ears wide open

This is all real no jokin´

Thro yo´ mothafuckin hands up in the air

If you feel me thro yo´ hands up in the air

Better keep your ears open

This is all real no boastin´

Thro yo´ hands up in the mothafuckin air

If you feel me thro yo´ hands up in the air

The mothafuckin air

Go ahead an´ put ´em up

Put your hands where I can see ´em

Put your hands where I can see ´em

Go ahead an´ put ´em up

Put your hands where I can see ´em

Put your hands where I can see ´em

Yeah

A Wayz

Dew Realla

Co Lou

Slab 2 its goin´ down baby

Its your boy Milwakiee stop playin





 

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