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eightball - put your hands up lyrics

[eightball]
yeah
all my playa n-gg-z throw your hands up
and all my thug n-gg-z throw your guns up
weak n-gg-z 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-t 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-gg-z 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-t, 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-gg- rappin’
get your hands up, let me see the big b-tts
we don’t wanna see nothin’ but the big b-tts
thug n-gg-z if you feel me bust
no matter where you at pull your sh-t out and bust
thug n-gg-z if you feel me bust
no matter where you at pull your sh-t 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-t 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 n-gg- get bucked
so get up, and get your mothaf–kin’ 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 -ss like a flare
as you stare, n-gg- you gonna come to term with what you see
a primitive example of the sh-t you want to be
and i ain’t gonna be
persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin’
slick gun b-tches, who get paid quick
trick n-gg-z stop all of that trickin’ and sh-t
if she come with a price tag, f–k that b-tch
why should you switch?
from one hoe, and love ’em all
cause she could suck the flavor out a d-ck?
h-ll nah
one thing you gotta know about a woman
big d-cks will be the reason for some sh-t known to get that p-ssy comin’
now who i be, before the g, mj
n-gg- 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

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