Put Your Hands Up Lyrics - Singles - Eightball & Mjg

[EightBall] 

Yeah 

All my playa niggaz throw your hands up 

And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up 

Weak niggaz give your funds up, to these hoes 

Distance your foes, and stay up on your toes 

I love this game, but its not the NBA 

It be me and MJ, doin' shit the playa way 

Daily smokin' hay 

The time on my Roly, tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe 

Did what the real niggaz showed me, and shook the phonies 

Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some money 

Ain't it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny 

But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy 

I just call it how I see it, non-fictional 

Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistable 

Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up 

So everybody in the place put your hands up 

Chorus 

Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin' 

Bad when a nigga rappin' 

Get your hands up, let me see the big butts 

We don't wanna see nothin' but the big butts 

Thug niggaz if you feel me bust 

No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust 

Thug niggaz if you feel me bust 

No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust 

Yeah, first to bringin' the pain 

And you better bring a Hertz too 

Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you 

May even hurt you, born into violence 

Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats 

50 thousand feet above what you thought I was 

Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love 

I came with acrobatic tongue tactics 

Parental advisory because my shit is graphic 

Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC 

Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G 

But not because of my size, you better recognize 

I'm do or die, when you talk about my green guys 

Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again 

Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz 

All I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked 

So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up 

Chorus 

[MJG] 

Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke in the air 

Get close to me, I'll contact your ass like a flare 

As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see 

A primitive example of the shit you want to be 

And I ain't gonna be 

Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin' 

Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick 

Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin' and shit 

If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch 

Why should you switch? 

From one hoe, and love 'em all 

Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick? 

Hell nah 

One thing you gotta know about a woman 

Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy comin' 

Now who I be, before the G, MJ 

Nigga I ain't tryin' to high side 

But have a nice day 

Like a, get a way girl 

I get hips to watch 

I'm takin' applications 

Look at all the traffic you stopped 

Chorus X2