50 Cent, Tony Yayo - Touch the Sky lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent, Tony Yayo - Touch the Sky lyrics]
Man I run this rap shit
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rIP to 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high nigga roll that good shit
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high
You wanna dance, let's dance nigga
I take you to the prom
I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm
I'm calm nigga
My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man
My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand
I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy
Your fate
Your death day'll fucking come if you push me
Have you like EI eI
Uh oh after the four-four blow
I get low, they say I go like a pro
It's a wrap and I'm ghost in
The smoke like a roach
You've been clapped and in fact there's
No coming back from that
I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed
Just my vest and my semi in
The back of the Bentley
Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone
Cause my lawyers are strong and
My money is long
So when I'm right I'm right
And when I'm wrong I'm right
I hit your ass up right
Nigga it's nighty-night
Man I run this rap shit
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rIP to 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high nigga roll that good shit
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high
Ayo, I'm higher than a pilot
Man, I catch a body, man
Beat the case, I lie on the poly-gram
These OG's talking 'bout, back in the days
I have a RIP sign on your MySpace page
I'm in your top 8 nigga, drop 8 nigga
G-C T Coupe, it's sour grape nigga
I'm an ape nigga, a guerilla in the mist
I hold weight, nigga, my connect got bricks
I went gold, you went platinum
We still got the same cars
Same house, and still fuck the same broads
Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch
Damn you look good girl but
Get your teeth fixed
I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy
Your next two songs you do
Them shit's with Pretty Ricky
Seven-sixty, drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flint
Man I run this rap shit
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rIP to 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high nigga roll that good shit
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rIP to 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high nigga roll that good shit
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high
You wanna dance, let's dance nigga
I take you to the prom
I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm
I'm calm nigga
My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man
My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand
I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy
Your fate
Your death day'll fucking come if you push me
Have you like EI eI
Uh oh after the four-four blow
I get low, they say I go like a pro
It's a wrap and I'm ghost in
The smoke like a roach
You've been clapped and in fact there's
No coming back from that
I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed
Just my vest and my semi in
The back of the Bentley
Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone
Cause my lawyers are strong and
My money is long
So when I'm right I'm right
And when I'm wrong I'm right
I hit your ass up right
Nigga it's nighty-night
Man I run this rap shit
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rIP to 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high nigga roll that good shit
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high
Ayo, I'm higher than a pilot
Man, I catch a body, man
Beat the case, I lie on the poly-gram
These OG's talking 'bout, back in the days
I have a RIP sign on your MySpace page
I'm in your top 8 nigga, drop 8 nigga
G-C T Coupe, it's sour grape nigga
I'm an ape nigga, a guerilla in the mist
I hold weight, nigga, my connect got bricks
I went gold, you went platinum
We still got the same cars
Same house, and still fuck the same broads
Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch
Damn you look good girl but
Get your teeth fixed
I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy
Your next two songs you do
Them shit's with Pretty Ricky
Seven-sixty, drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flint
Man I run this rap shit
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high rIP to 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high nigga roll that good shit
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high