Put Your Hands Up

8 Ball

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    [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

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    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

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    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

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