Tradução: Lil 'J. Levante Ya Hands Up.
(feat. Lil' Platinum) [Lil' Platinum] I'm Lil' Platinum every body knows me They also know my songs are off the heezy When I walk down the street all
-yes ya'llin For no one else, this is for myself So raise your damn hands up to the sky like you need help. [CHORUS x2] [VERSE 3: J-Splif] Final shot
, blow one nigga [LW] Bird.. man [B] I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga [LW] Bird.. man, J-R, ya know [B]
and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene, just got some drank from that boy with that bird, and you know we just hooked us up on some syrup, now you
, I'll turn ya to stone, Give ya busy tone from an undertaker's phone That's full circle three fold justice, muthafucker Beat ya silly like a tire - tappin
up the rocks Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo spots That's how coke for that cook up his
smack a motherfucker real quick I'm a Body Head die hard I'm tryin tat the motherfucker in the eye ball Nigga Hook 2x [RJJ] Nigga I am R-J-J-R My pockets
With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss That
you knew Put my sign up in ya face, leave ya stape without a trace You ain't buck 'cuz bitch I saw ya stankin' ass yesterday Talk ya [unverified] hoe ya
just leanin and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene just got some drank from that boy with that bird and you know we just hooked up on some syrup
1: Just the type of man that can lace the crowd Which ya hands on ya [BLANK] or you could raise them proud I bust shots off Put my hands on my shorty
is the bullet I'm savin' for ya And I can pop trunk pumps on ya coffin' and raise it for ya And I ain't the only person who sick of ya voice I kill a
So cool and ol' school like A 4? The one ya lil' mami windin' up on ways for The name that real niggaz got they hands raised for Me and Mini got ya block
off the beach Wit holes up in they body for tryin' to double cross me I could move across seas and outta state smokin' weed Hand yo ass an 8 to smoke to the face, ya
one, blow one nigga [LW] Bird.. man [B] I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga [LW] Bird.. man, J-R, ya know [
savin' for ya And I can pop trunk pumps on ya coffin' and raise it for ya (Weww!) And I ain't the only person who sick of ya voice I kill a rapper with
