Consequence, Kanye West - Turn Ya Self In lyrics

You're in a privileged position to
Learn a thing or two
You got the right to wear something tight
And have the time of your life
Come bounce with your boy cons

When you're ready to stop runnin'
Ready to stop frontin'
Ready to pop somethin'
(You got to turn yourself in)
When you're ready to start confessin'
Face the consequences
Then baby come learn your lesson
(You need to turn yourself in)
So would all my sexy ladies
(Come on out with your hands up)
And all my pretty mommas
(Come on out with your hands up)
And if you got a body
(Come on out with your hands up)
This one's for ev'ybody
(Come on out with your hands up)

It goes whoop whoop
That's the sound of the police
When they catch me goin' beast cause
My face is in her teeth
And I'm just like Mr cheeks
Hit the Lights, get the Cameras
When we in the streets we can
Fight or get the hammers
Body or the wrist? also weekend in Atlanta
Came and drop more money on the jewels
Juelz than Santana
Cause that's the fine you pay
When you shine this way
If it ain't about no money
Then that crime don't pay
See I find new ways to
Slide 'em out they dress
Now they wanna have the boy
Stuck on house arrest
But instead I jumped bail now
I'm wanted in each state
How I record to the boy in
Me get my release date
I believe these tapes will
Be worth the misdemeanor
Just to see shorty go
Work it like Misdemeanor
So follow the ring leader
But don't hurt yourself
I wanna sit back and watch
You strip search yourself

When you're ready to stop runnin'
Ready to stop frontin'
Ready to pop somethin' (You got
To turn yourself in)
When you're ready to start confessin' face
The consequences
Then baby come learn your lesson
(You need to turn yourself in)
So would all my sexy ladies
(Come on out with your hands up)
And all my pretty mommas
(Come on out with your hands up)
And if you got a body
(Come on out with your hands up) this
One's for ev'ybody
(Come on out with your hands up)

I'm on highway patrol in a six double O
Let me parole your soul with an O of dro
The way them ice gray Stevies
Got a nigga profilin'
I'm the one they pull over
When they get to profilin'
I did my first bid havin'
Battles in the back street
Now I got a rap sheet
For flowin' over rap beats
Plus my back seat has New York's finest
So you can't tell me nothin'
Like you glued onto silence
But due to all the violence I
Keep burners in the mix
Cause I'd be tried by twelve
Cons carried by six
If you followed all the tips
Received on the hot lines
You can see that I spit and
Come up with the hot line
But most of these dimes want a man in uniform
And I'm just tryin' to get every
Dawg in my unit on
So you should movin' off that
Lame and his cavalry
Cause what the men do on that
Salary is called police brutality

When you're ready to stop runnin'
Ready to stop frontin'
Ready to pop somethin' (You got
To turn yourself in)
When you're ready to start confessin' face
The consequences
Then baby come learn your lesson
(You need to turn yourself in)
So would all my sexy ladies
(Come on out with your hands up)
And all my pretty mommas
(Come on out with your hands up)
And if you got a body
(Come on out with your hands up) this
One's for ev'ybody
(Come on out with your hands up)

Yeah, word me and my homie got
You and your girl surrounded
Come out with your hands up uh
It's the Cons baby
Now I admit now if looks could kill
I I should be convicted for the kind
Of chicks I been cuffin' lately
Cause you know I don't pull
Nothin' but that heat in and out of town boy
As far as that grand larceny charge
I'm gonna have to get overturned
Cause on the real i didn't steal your wife
I just borrowed her for the night
And that's how it goes when
You're rollin' with EPC word