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lirik lagu throw ya hands up – dj sancho

[talking: 2pac]
hehehe (we can throw it off n-gg-)
2 n-gg-s about to have a fight, look, look (we can throw it off n-gg-)

(what’s up n-gg-? what’s up?)

throw yo mothaf-ckin hands up n-gg-
that’s right, we gone take it back
these mothaf-ckas goin to start catching lefts and rights and uppercuts
i don’t give a f-ck
throw your guns down, let’s have fun now

throw your hands up, that’s right n-gg-
we goin ol’ school on these suckas

[verse 1:]
how many suckas wanna see me,
jealous, cause they peepin me on tv
mad, cause they b-tches wanna g me
now take it easy, it ain’t my fault
to see a hooka, you shoulda shooka
don’t playa hate me when i tooka
life of a crook
look at them thug n-gg-s ballin y’all,
i gotcha hoochies full of liquor f-cking all a y’all
and my, name
will be synonymous with spittin game
slangin’ ‘caine, it ain’t the same
n-gg-s betta change
them 3 strikes will have ya stretched fo life
get arrested twice
the third time fo life, and i
don’t think you understand me g
that penitentiary time just ain’t the plan fo me
i got a, new thang, get cha paperz and do thang
n-gg-s ain’t following ya true game, cause if they was
they wouldn’t be runnin’ for they trunk
every time that it’s time for funk
mothaf-cka throw yo hands up

[chorus: killa, moe zmd & ronnie love]
leave the guns and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gg- when the time is on
throw ya hands (throw ya hands up)
throw ya hands up in the air (get em up)
come on
throw ya hands up
leave the guns and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gg- when the time is on
(we don’t punk ya trick -ss n-gg-)
come on
throw ya hands up (throw ya hands up)
throw ya hands up (get em up)

[verse 2:]
could it be, that controversy was my destiny
i let my anger get the best of me
everywhere we hang it’s the same thang
in ’95 you can die if ya gang bang
you could survive, gettin’ high like a true g
can’t close my eyes cause these cowards wanna do me
and sue me
i’ve been hustlin’ since day one
out on the block and neva stop until my pay come
but now a days
it’s like bang, bang, duck quick
i guess you rookies tough sh-t, cause you bust clips
but suck d-ck
cause a kid got his cap pealed
the rap deal, from the phonies who pack steel
and act i’ll
everybody wanna act hard
i swear to god
it’s the season to pull a n-gg-s card
you f-ckin fraud
can’t handle business like a souljah
i bet you too petrified to throw it from the shoulda
n-gg-, now throw your hands up

[chorus: killa, moe zmd & ronnie love]
leave the gunz and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gg- when the time is on
throw ya hands up (throw ya hands up)
throw ya hands up (what you scared of n-gg-, what you goin for the trunk
for)
get em up, come on
throw ya hands up
leave the gunz and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gg- when the time is on (i knew you was a punk)
throw ya hands up (throw ya hands up)
(that n-gg- don’t wanna fight) get em up
(tell that lil trick to shut up)

[verse 3:]
last year mothaf-ckas tryda bury me deep
i had beef in every city
screamin f-ck the police
couldn’t sleep
i’m havin thoughts about the baddest b-tches
picture me mobbin in a rag with switches
punk snitch
i let a trick be a trick
when he slippin, leave em slippin
in the middle of the streets while i’m pimpin
you can throw a sign
but i’m blind to that punk sh-t
runnin with some real mothaf-ckas and we run sh-t
f-ck the dumb sh-t
i ain’t stoppin it’s a high speed
rollin on tha 405 puffin thai weed
i’m shiftin gears
then i disappear
listen here
if they take me alive i’m doin’ years
but still no fear
cause i don’t think they can catch me
this 350
will put the b-tches right in back of me
they won’t jack me
and just when i thought i p-ssed
i f-cked around and went low on gas
all i heard was throw yo hands up

[chorus: killa, moe zmd & ronnie love]
leave ya guns and ya knives at home (d-mn)
don’t be a punk -ss n-gg- when the time is on (sh-t, throw ya hands up)
throw ya hands up (throw ya hands up)
get em up (sh-t)
come on
leave ya guns and ya knives at home (hey don’t shoot n-gg-, i got my hands
up don’t shoot)
don’t be a punk -ss n-gg- when the time is on
throw ya hands up (throw ya hands up)
(don’t shoot, my hands up, i’m comin out the car now)
get em up
throw ya hands up

[talking:]
all y’all n-gg-s out there thinkin y’all really like you know
tearin’ sh-t up
but ya really ain’t bro
you only tearin’ the police to the blocks
face it
soon them n-gg-s gone be comin’ with army tanks and sh-t
just mowin n-gg-s down
plus have you mothaf-ckas can’t shoot no one
put the mothaf-cking guns down
n-gg- let’s take it from the shouldas
if you a real mothaf-ckin souljah

[chorus x4: killa, moe zmd & ronnie love]
leave the guns and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gg- when the time is on
throw ya hands (throw ya hands up)
get em up
come on

we don’t need no gat
we don’t have to go out like that
just throw ya mothaf-ckin hands in the air [x2]
come on
throw ya hands in the air
wave em like you just don’t care
oooooh yea…

we out this b-tch, mosley…

- dj sancho

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