MC Jin - Get Your Handz Off lyrics
[MC Jin - Get Your Handz Off lyrics]
The rest is history
Neo keep 'em rockin' baby double R what
I got this part right here
From the start to the finish
Imma bark on contenders
Wanna tarnish my image
I can't promise forgiveness
See I was never like this
My mom's would never like this
And y'all was never like us
That's why y'all never liked us
See I might take ya style
Flip it back make it crack
Sell a couple mil get some stacks
Here you go now take it back
I'm spittin' lines of fire
I'm in the line of fire
Designer attire makin' me a sign of desire
I just rhyme to inspire
Ya favorite line supplier
I run thru fan signs and land
Mines the size of tires
How many minds inquire
I got mines and acquired
Enough props to make y'all resign and retire
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me
This is hot as it gets
Ya shit's not as intense
My flow got 'em convinced
They ain't got at him since
My back's against the wall
So if I turn and flee
And run from what's in front of me
That won't make no sense at all
This for my dons and divas
Haters and non-believers
They just tryna deceive us
Like Judas dishonored Jesus
Why you tryin' to critique this
Don't take kindness for weakness
Leave you behind the speakers
Body minus some pieces
You got records to sell
I got records to break
You will never excel against me
Measure the rate i got too much at stake
I just follow my fate
Annihilate and dominate and I
Ain't even tryna wait
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me
While you hang out I bang out
Make moves like shots rang out
Wanna know what my slang 'bout? They
Be like 'shut yo damn mouth'
Ya chances are slim, makin' advances on Jin
While you shootin' the breeze
I'm dancin' with the wind
This is not ya ordinary
My style sorta varies slaughter you
Than ya crew cause you know
The more the merry
You already know the outcome
So how come you doubt son
I'm goin' out by any means necessary Malcolm
Hip hop without Jin is
Like shootouts without guns
Churches without nuns, bankers without funds
Smokin' without lungs, cities without slums
If my fans force me
Get ya fuckin' hands off me
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me
Neo keep 'em rockin' baby double R what
I got this part right here
From the start to the finish
Imma bark on contenders
Wanna tarnish my image
I can't promise forgiveness
See I was never like this
My mom's would never like this
And y'all was never like us
That's why y'all never liked us
See I might take ya style
Flip it back make it crack
Sell a couple mil get some stacks
Here you go now take it back
I'm spittin' lines of fire
I'm in the line of fire
Designer attire makin' me a sign of desire
I just rhyme to inspire
Ya favorite line supplier
I run thru fan signs and land
Mines the size of tires
How many minds inquire
I got mines and acquired
Enough props to make y'all resign and retire
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me
This is hot as it gets
Ya shit's not as intense
My flow got 'em convinced
They ain't got at him since
My back's against the wall
So if I turn and flee
And run from what's in front of me
That won't make no sense at all
This for my dons and divas
Haters and non-believers
They just tryna deceive us
Like Judas dishonored Jesus
Why you tryin' to critique this
Don't take kindness for weakness
Leave you behind the speakers
Body minus some pieces
You got records to sell
I got records to break
You will never excel against me
Measure the rate i got too much at stake
I just follow my fate
Annihilate and dominate and I
Ain't even tryna wait
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me
While you hang out I bang out
Make moves like shots rang out
Wanna know what my slang 'bout? They
Be like 'shut yo damn mouth'
Ya chances are slim, makin' advances on Jin
While you shootin' the breeze
I'm dancin' with the wind
This is not ya ordinary
My style sorta varies slaughter you
Than ya crew cause you know
The more the merry
You already know the outcome
So how come you doubt son
I'm goin' out by any means necessary Malcolm
Hip hop without Jin is
Like shootouts without guns
Churches without nuns, bankers without funds
Smokin' without lungs, cities without slums
If my fans force me
Get ya fuckin' hands off me
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me
Now hold on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya hands off me