Hands In The Air Lyrics - Singles - 8 Ball

Okay 

Comin' from the top of my, dome when I'm droppin' my 

Own type of style and ain't nobody stoppin' my 

Rise to the very top, hit em' up wit all I got 

Superstar, no I'm not green weed black glot 

Everybody wanna piece dirty like a pair of cleats 

Niggass run they mouth a lot like bitches and parakeets, wow 

How you want it pimpin'? Wow I'm so cold with it', wow 

Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it 

I'm like a legend or some kinda prophecy 

Sent here to set you free fresh player follow me 

Into another world deep inside yo' own soul 

This s*** here way bigger than tattoos and 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 

Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin' 

Thow yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air 

If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air 

Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin' 

Throw yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air 

If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air 

Niggas, 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 before this rap thang 

Real 'fo the money came that's why I will never change me 

Ain't nobody like even though they try to be 

Niggas think they are but they ain't fuckin' with me lyrically, yo 

I was born with it, didn't nobody teach it to me 

Ova' hot beat tell you 'bout what the streets did to me, yo 

Choose me to be a prophet and 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 ever did it 

Call, who pimpin'? I got my own bat 

You got the baby paper I got them grown stacks 

But this ain't 'bout no bread not 'bout what niggas said 

Not 'bout what hoes believe If you in here with me 

Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin' 

Throw yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air 

If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air 

Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin' 

Throw yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air 

If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air 

Yeah, I got couple of Benz just to let you know the deal 

Eight ways to company beats come from Dew Real, yeah 

We them niggas should not nobody be fuckin' with 

Clab ryders, choppy city have you bitches done real quick 

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 and hoes 

This here ain't no country shit, ain't no way to label this 

Memphis, where I come from orange mouth veteran 

What I represent who ever live in poverty 

Hard workin' niggas that try to hustle honestly 

Man, I represent who lookin' good and fellin' nice 

Niggas on the drank and dro fresh clothes on the ice, yeah 

We gon' keep this comin', comin' with the dirtiest 

If you from the gotta 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 with me 

Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin' 

Throw yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air 

If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air 

Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin' 

Throw yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air 

If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air 

Go on 'head an' put 'em up 

Put your hands where I can see 'em 

Put your hands where I can see 'em 

Go on 'head 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, it's goin' down baby 

It's your boy, Milwakiee, stop playin'