8Ball, MJG - Put Your Hands Up lyrics

Yeah all my playa niggas throw your hands up
And all my thug niggas throw your guns up
Weak niggas give your funds up, to these hoes
Distance your foes, and stay up on your toes
I love this game, but it's 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 niggas 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

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 niggas if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull
Your shit out and bust
Thug niggas 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-IG
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

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 niggas 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