Touch The Sky Lyrics - 50 Cent

(5C) Man I run this rap shit 

(TY) Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

(5C) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls 

(TY) Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

(5C) R.I.P. to 2Pac 

(TY) Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

(5C) Nigga roll that good shit 

(TY) Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high 

(50 Cent) 

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

I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm, I'm calm nigga 

My momma 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 day to fuckin come if you push me 

Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-ohhh after the four-four blow 

I get low, they say I go like a pro 

It's a wrap, and I'm ghost, in the smoke, like a roach 

You've been clapped, and in fact, there's no comin back from that 

I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed 

Just my vest, and my semi, in the back, of the Bentley 

Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone 

Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long 

So when I'm right I'm right, and when I'm wrong I'm right 

I hit your ass up right, nigga it's nighty-night 

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(Tony Yayo) 

Yeah! Yeah! Yo, YO 

Aiyyo I'm higher than a pilot man, I catch a body man 

Beat the case, I lie on the polygram 

These O.G.'s talkin 'bout, back in the days 

I have a R.I.P. sign, on your MySpace page 

I'm in your, top 8 nigga, drop 8 nigga 

G-C-T Coupe, it's sour grape nigga 

I'm a ape nigga, a guerilla in the mist 

I HOLD WEIGHT NIGGA ! My connect got bricks 

I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars 

Same house, and still fuck the same broads (I ain't lyin) 

Dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch 

Damn you look good girl but get your teeth fixed 

I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy 

Your next two songs you do them shits with Pretty Ricky 

Seven-sixty, drive by light tint 

With two hoes in the whip lookin like flint 

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