Jadakiss - Put Ya Hands Up lyrics

Turn the fuckin beat on! Ha! yeah, we back!?
I had to switch back to
Dom Perignon in rap baby!
Cock-and-run to stay in the business
Son of a bitch! Double R
Look at me now motherf
Two-thousand-and-one, "Kiss the Game Goodbye"
Let's get it on!

It's the J-A-D-A I got beef with
The feds and the D-A
I got footage in the game press replay
I got bitches in the club all
Over me ma take it e-asy
And y'all scared I can tell
And I'ma get Buckss like Milwaukee
Cause like Sam I Can-sell
I'm that nigga y'all know that
Bang you in the yard then slide
Off on the early go back
In the streets I flash the cannon like Kodak


And I spray threes so say cheese
Already told you I'm looking for enemies
Double R so of course it's better
I love cornrows and Farrah Fawcett feathers
It's a message in a glass
Bottle read the letter
Money in the bank membership Visa sweaters
And we ride or d-i-e together

Uh uh come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Y'all know I got the master flow
Fast or slow
Y'all wanna know who the best is aks ya hoe
The honies don't lie they love it
And they cop for real trust me
Dogg the thugs will dub it
'Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit
Therefore nobody never gon' spit like I spit
Get money just to walk through off the books
So when you mention my name
Shit is off the hook
Shirts is off, titties is out
And you know I'm there the hardest
Niggas in the city is out
I'm in the club ice over the thermal
Waitin for you to try me
When the lights get low I'ma burn you
Start with straight shots and
Then pop bottles
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models
Gotta slay two or more, ma that's our motto
And y'all might get down with
The team if y'all swallow

Uh uh come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine
You thought wrong change ya mind
I'm the nigga that'll pop the
King and scoop the queen
And take over the town with a ruthless team
New S Type wagon, future green
Gun heavy pants sagging I'm used to cream
Who you know can make a
Million dollar bail on cash
Never did a day and got the jails on smash
K-I double i move the perico quick
And just let manteca bubble
'Kiss been a boss, y'all just start working
Now put ya hands up 'til
Ya arms start hurting
Don't put 'em down 'til I tell you
Whoever wanna be hard headed then find
Out what the shells do
Now you can put 'em down if you want
But soon as the hook come back put 'em up
Uh uh come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Whattup little man? What's the matter?
(lil' man) I wish I didn't have to be here
(Jadakiss) It's not that bad
Could always be worse, yaknahmsayin?
All you gotta do, is stay in school
Anything you wanna do you
Could do yaknahmsayin baby?
No matter what though
Gotta keep your head up to the sky

This goes out to, all the infants
In this cold world that was born addicted
And to all the section eight kids
Just remember these four words y'all
- we gon' make it
The government keep on tryin to fool us
The system, keep on tryin to lose us
And all we can do is keep buyin computers
And all now 'fore it start goin down
We gotta hold our head, keep our pride
Though it hurts when I
See people sleep outside
Little babies with no socks on, eatin popcorn
We all know what they moms and they pops on
Out go the love when the drugs come
They never got nuttin for Christmas
And they ain't Muslim
This is a jewel, a lot of us was them
This is a jewel, a lot of us was them

Your head to the sky my my, my
You can win - you can win
- if you keep your head
As long as you keep - your head
- your head to the sky my my, my

Uhh, to my lockdown niggas keep
Your head in the sky
To my shot down niggas keep
Your head in the sky
I don't know if it's better to ride
Or better to die
And that's why there's red in my eye
Cause people don't know what
The ghetto is like
Either you make it out, or the terrible life

I don't wanna be a broke bastard
And everybody in the hood got somebody in
They fam' with a coke habit
You work for minimum wage
I'ma get in the game
Get shot or a bid in the cage
It's a risk I gotta take -
And I'ma be the nigga
With the bricks and the stash
And the biscuit outta state
And even though I'm blessed with the gift
I gotta move cause the pain
And the sickness gotta wait
I go extremely hard - why let up?
And I can breathe long as I keep my head up

Uhh, uhh - uh huh, uhh - uh
Aiyyo I come from a place
Where it's three strikes out
And your life's on the line, so we iced out
Summertime gettin money, three dice out
Tanktops, and jean shorts, we Niked out
Headbands, and four wheelers
Jeeps and Coupes and convos
About who know more killers
It's all wrong but it's all right
It's a small world matter fact
It's a small life
We all trip but the way to survive
Is hold your head and make
Sure you fall right and it's a quite fact
That whatever goes around comes right back
It's just like that
And we tryin to touch major paper
Everybody in the struggle it
Gets greater later
Never say can't, it's better to try
And you can breathe long as you
Keep your head in the sky

Don't you let nobody stop you, mm
Heyy, hey yeahhh!