G-Rock - Thro ya Hands Up lyrics

[Intro: San Joe] Ya'll ain't ready, ya'll really ain't ready Ya'll ain't ready, ya'll really ain't ready Ya'll ain't ready, ya'll ain't ready for this Ya'll ain't ready, ya'll ain't ready for this [Hook: San Joe] Hands up, getcha hands up Getcha getcha hands up, partner getcha hands Getcha hands up, getcha getcha hands up Partner getcha hands up, getcha getcha hands [Bridge 1: San Joe] Get hyphy with it, or get crunk with it Get hyphy with it, or get crunk Get hyphy with it, or get crunk with it Get hyphy with it, or get crunk [Verse 1: San Joe] It's official let it trickle, pa-pop it like a pistol With a whistle like a missile, reap harvest like a sickle Called to be the walking epistle, walking and walking the walk And the vision be so crystal, can't be talking the talk With a mouthpiece like a cannon, spit it from famine to frost Serving the word from curb to curb, gave me the nerve to carry the cross Are you knowing about the power, that's found off in his name For the wants of the world be filthy, that be off in our brain I could never to paint the picture, from my coldest of dreams We a target of heartless carnage, from the darkest of schemes Its malicious how pernicious, sickness be so savage With the quickness trying to ravage, so vicious when they bring the damage d**h rattles, and delivers the d**h blow Have a better chance at living, if you's appealing on d**h row Coldest stakes he chose his fate, I hold my weight till I'm old and grey Soul be raised by golden faith, so cold I skate on a molten lake [Hook: San Joe] Hands up, getcha hands up Getcha getcha hands up, partner getcha hands Getcha hands up, getcha getcha hands up Partner getcha hands up, getcha getcha hands Who ready to crucify the flesh, who ready to carry the cross Who ready for walking the walk, in the land of the lost Who ready to crucify the flesh, who ready to carry the cross Who ready for walking the walk, in the land of the lost [Verse 2: San Joe] No hope beyond the grave, if you fall to the dark It's like your bleeding while your drowning, and you swimming with sharks So partner check your heart, for its measured in deeds Reap as you sow, so where you sowing your seed? If your spiritual appetite, is unsatiable hunger You'll thirst after righteousness, when fallen asunder So we ought to live, beyond reproach If we follow the lord, then we should go for broke But some sacrifices have the foulest of stenches He wants us off in the trenches, and never warming the benches Check your intentions, are they pure in his sight? Are they worthy of the son, who laid down his life? That all may be forgiven, if confess of the mouth If we some luke-warm christians, he'll be spitting us out So line up with the word, and we'll master the flesh Only then will we know, what it is to be blessed [Hook: San Joe] [Bridge 2: San Joe] Where yo heart at, tell me where yo heart at Where yo heart at, partner where yo heart? Where yo heart at, tell me where yo heart at Where yo heart at, partner where yo heart? [Bridge 3: San Joe] If you ride for christ, then you gone ride for life If you ride for christ, then you gone ride If you ride for christ, then you gone ride for life If you ride for christ, then you gone ride [Bridge 1: San Joe] Get hyphy with it, or get crunk with it Get hyphy with it, or get crunk Get hyphy with it, or get crunk with it Get hyphy with it, or get crunk [Verse 3: San Joe] Not one of us is ready for the word I've been given See my father's fed up, with the way we been living And he keep on forgiving, by the blood of the son How can we live so defeated, when the battle is won? He's second to none, from alpha to omega He turned slaves into kings, and kings into beggars Known to dance in the furnace, rise from the grave He'll deliver you from your trial, if call on his name Some will fall to the flame, and burn for eternity So follow the word, and let loose thee uncertainty And partner it be hurting me, when I see what be the hinderance We blame it on the lord, as if we had some innocence But partner that's just ignorant, that's at are best The battle within, deep down in the flesh Till I run out of breath, I'll be painting like Pica**o Went from dipping a victim hostile, to spitting and flipping the gospel [Hook: San Joe] [Outro] It's the baby boy young San Joe, from the bottom of the bay And I done took some of that bay and put it on that down south! Yadadimean!?