Get your hands up, get your hands up Get your hands up, get your hands up Get your hands up, get your hands up Get your hands up, get your hands up Get
all night Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up get your hands up
your hands up with me all night Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up
your wrist Make you satanistic, make you take the pistol to your face and place the clip and cock it back and let it go until your brains are rippin out your
your wrist Make you satanistic Make you take the pistol to your face And place the clip and cock it back And let it go untill your brains Are rippin' out your
could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz) We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up
as we hit land I took a deep breath I fell down, I could not stand Captain Arab he started Writing up some deeds He said, "Let's set up a fort And start
real high, If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky Motherfucker get em up up up up up up Get em up up up up up up [x2] [Verse 1:] The
from up under you And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin so much there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up
, you can work out your pecs and your back Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, NJ'll turn the tune up I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got
Chorus again while Xzibit raps*} If y'all ain't givin a fuck like Xzibit ain't givin a fuck then just throw your hands up Double time, two times for me
the set? The Ice will And once I'm in effect it's overkill Kinda like a hold-up, all the tickets sold up And then the black stretch limo cold rolls up
ladies say Yeah, the go-go girls say Hey, I got myself a sponsor Say hey Yeah, to fill up a drink for me Yeah, to fill up my tank for me Yeah, to put
them back, I don't quite Understand how you can sit in my house On your ass, got ends to get your hair done But can't buy your own grass oh girl Whatchya
(Kanye West) Party people in the place to be You are now in the midst of a real MC Throw your hands in the air if you real as me Oooooooooooh (Kid Cudi
up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do we go from here? Now that all of the children are grown up And
songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up Hands down I'm the
