Eightball & MJG - Put Your Hands Up lyrics

[EightBall] Yeah All my playa n***az throw your hands up And all my thug n***az throw your guns up Weak n***az 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' sh** the playa way Daily smokin' hay The time on my Roly, tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe Did what the real n***az 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 sh**, 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 n***a rappin' Get your hands up, let me see the big bu*ts We don't wanna see nothin' but the big bu*ts Thug n***az if you feel me bust No matter where you at pull your sh** out and bust Thug n***az if you feel me bust No matter where you at pull your sh** 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 sh** 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 k**ers on the loose again Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz All I wanna do is make a n***a get bucked So get up, and get your mothaf**in' 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 a** like a flare As you stare, n***a you gonna come to term with what you see A primitive example of the sh** you want to be And I ain't gonna be Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin' Slick gun b**hes, who get paid quick Trick n***az stop all of that trickin' and sh** If she come with a price tag, f** that b**h Why should you switch? From one hoe, and love 'em all Cause she could s** the flavor out a dick? Hell nah One thing you gotta know about a woman Big dicks will be the reason for some sh** known to get that p**y comin' Now who I be, before the G, MJ n***a 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