Ike Lee - Keep Your Hands High lyrics

[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] f** that, I preach it, my nine reaches The prestigious, cats who speak this, Willie sh** Flood in pieces, my hand releases, snatches Smackin' cabbage, half-a** rappers, shouldn't have it So I grab it, never run, the outcome, is usually A beat down brutally, f** who you be, or where you from West or East coast, squeeze toast, leave most In the blood they layin' in, ask Tray and them [Verse 2: Tracey Lee] Oh sh**, I suppose it, time to go snitch Flip a line and get the show lit You clown n***as hold it Down your flow lax, just so you know that We could battle for days like old cats Black, you dealing with a throw back Winnin' like straight jacks, with a wide range of rhyme teams My lyrics they bang like migraines n***a my name, Tray the terrible Philadelph, wild child incredible Too sick for medical attention, people listen It's verbal ascension, like Maxwell many dimensions Flood over tracks, well, mics in critical condition k**in' ya Maxell, unveil lyrical sk**s unknown For my people with illegal cell phones A real MC let's bring it back home Live from the two-one-five, that lost a back bone In charge, and heavily armed like Brett Favre You for saw it, n***a stay down Biggie make them hit the floor face down [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.] What, what, what, the rings and things you sing about Bring 'em out,, it's hard to yell, when the barrel's In your mouth It's more than I expected I thought ya j**els was rented, but they wasn't, so run it, cousin I could chill, the heat does it Ran up in your shell about a dozen You never seen Bank like, Frank White, ya hand clutchin' Ya chest plate, contemplates, 'bout to die n***a wait Keep yo' hands high [Hook] If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream Why try, keep yo' hands high You don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream Why try, keep yo' hands high High high, high high, high high, high high High high, high high, high high [Verse 4: Tracey Lee] Hey yo it's show time, so I'ma blow nines into your spine So what's yours is mine You know what this is Bag the Benjamins with all ya riches How quickly, the milli turn Willies to b**hes Controllin' your fate, a hole in your plate f** the show dates, I want the whole state With squads hara**in', all of y'all n***as who flashin' We doing this the Tray Lee way Delay then n***a we spray No ignoring us, me and Notorious [Verse 5: Notorious B.I.G.] I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due south with keys Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherf**er please, it's my block with my rocks f** the hip-hop, them one-two's and it don't stop Me and my n***a Lance, took Kim and Cease advance Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants From Branson, now we lamp in, twelve room mansions b**hes get naked off Get Money, Playas Anthem Don't forget One More Chance and, my other hits Other sh** n***as spit be counterfeit Robbing come naturally, in and out like f**in' rapidly Pa** the gat to me Make his chest rest, where his back should be Talkin' blasphemy, blastin' me Your family rest in coffins often Frankwizza, far from soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper slash dope dealer Slash guerilla, slash illest turned illa [Verse 6: Tracey Lee] So n***a keep yo' hands high Run all your so called possessions, links with baguettes in Keys to your Lex, for us to make your shorties dressed in A full jack maneuver, don't no body move, just the moolah It's RNF and Junior, M.A.F., runnin' through ya like Kahlua If rum sung then you fly, n***as with the 45 But true lies, but you brought out the real n***a in me Now I'ma co*k the semi, watch you strip like Demi [Hook] If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream Why try, keep yo' hands high You don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream Why try, keep yo' hands high High high, high high, high high, high high High high, high high, high high If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high.... If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high.... If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high... If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high... If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high...