The Mechanic Lyrics - Curtis - 50 Cent

Man I run this rap shit 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

Rest in piece to biggie smalls 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

R.I.P. to Tupac 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

Nigga roll that good shit 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

You wanna dance, let's dance nigga I'll take you to the prom 

I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm 

Nigga, my mama 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 pussy 

Your fate, your death date, I'll fucking come for you pussy 

Have you like ei, ei, uh, oh, after the 44 blow 

I get low they say I go like a pro 

It's a rap when I'm dosing, you smoked like a roach 

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You been clapped then 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 that Bentley 

I'm nos and I'm bras 

See I'm there and I'm gone 

'Cause my loyal is strong 

And my money here is long 

So when I'm right, I'm right 

And when I'm wrong, I'm right 

I'll hit your ass up right 

Nigga, it's nighty night 

Man, I run this rap shit 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

Rest in piece to biggie smalls 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

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R.I.P. to Tupac 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

Nigga roll that good shit 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

Hey yo, I'm higher than a pilot man 

I'll cut your body man 

Beat the case I lied on a poly gram 

These ogs talk about back in the days 

I have an R.I.P. sign on your Myspace page 

I'm your top eight nigga, drop eight nigga 

GCT coupe its sour grape nigga 

I'm an ape nigga, a gorilla in the mist 

I hold weight nigga, my connect gots bricks 

I wear gold, you wear platinum 

We still got the same cars 

Same house and still fuck the same broads 

Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch 

Yeah, you look good girl but get your teeth fixed 

I'm the Teflon don boy, I get busy 

Your leg's too strong, doing sex with pretty Ricky 

760 drive by light tint 

With two hoes in the whip looking like flip 

Man, I run this rap shit 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

Rest in piece to biggie smalls 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

R.I.P. to Tupac 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

Nigga roll that good shit 

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high