Mobb Deep - Throw Your Hands (In the Air) lyrics
[Mobb Deep - Throw Your Hands In the Air lyrics]
Kanye and we have m-O-B-B, Yo, Yeah
C'mon drop that, Yeah, Uh huh
Just throw your hands in the air yeah yo
I'm there for you, here with you
It's clear it's crystal
I air before you only
Get stronger the things, you been through
I don't kill you thats what it'll do
Run with a few multiple-scribed
They say we belong in a fuckin' zoo
We done crashed all sorts of
Clubs forcin' the love
Often above them cowards and
Them so called thugs
When we come through respect is there
Cause we demand it
Know the mobb is in the building
We officially landed
Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers
They can't stand us
Try to raid us the faggots
Snitchin' and got the cameras
Cock the cannons but shorty just
Keep dancin' cuz it might
Be a chance that it won't pop off
If it do stay close to the wall
We gettin' it on
You about to witness fellas
Who gifted in brawl
My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin' you off
This southern cat finnin' to get
It so kiss ya cross
So if you goin' thru it but you
Won't let it hold you down
(Just throw up your hands) C'mon ma
We gon party to the crack of dawn lets get it
On with the girls and me and my mans
Theres only few things I die for
Infamous my family, this money
Sonny I hit the sky for
We don't take time off, we take rhymes off
Come with somethin better than that
To blow your mind more
Gettin our shine on i think
This due for a storm, hurricane Mobb
Rain on your parade and you can thank god
Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin'
Really it wasn't called for
And you don't want it
To call for it, don't play my gun, it go off
Inside of your head oops, niggas be dead
Then we drooped in the Coupes
Real heavy on the gas
Out there like the concord
I show you how to get murdered
And the cops never catch on
I show you how to do songs
Then after than show
You how to do them contracts and get yours
We ain't finished yet c'mon baby
Bring it back c'mon
You know that thing in the stash box
Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt
You know we gon lock ass
Inevitable, can't control them slugs
Came from a place
That shape and mold them thugs
Flood the block with nothin
But that gangsta shit
Y'all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch
It's plain to see
That you could never snake me
I never let the grass grow past my Nikes
Summertime in our wife beats
Boiled this brick
Outside with thermo shirts underneath tees
I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people
Try and contest Mobb Deep
Uh, yeah, yeah, c'mon
Yeah m-O-B-B Baby
(Just throw up your hands) 0-4 kanye
Flip it out my nigga
C'mon drop that, Yeah, Uh huh
Just throw your hands in the air yeah yo
I'm there for you, here with you
It's clear it's crystal
I air before you only
Get stronger the things, you been through
I don't kill you thats what it'll do
Run with a few multiple-scribed
They say we belong in a fuckin' zoo
We done crashed all sorts of
Clubs forcin' the love
Often above them cowards and
Them so called thugs
When we come through respect is there
Cause we demand it
Know the mobb is in the building
We officially landed
Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers
They can't stand us
Try to raid us the faggots
Snitchin' and got the cameras
Cock the cannons but shorty just
Keep dancin' cuz it might
Be a chance that it won't pop off
If it do stay close to the wall
We gettin' it on
You about to witness fellas
Who gifted in brawl
My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin' you off
This southern cat finnin' to get
It so kiss ya cross
So if you goin' thru it but you
Won't let it hold you down
(Just throw up your hands) C'mon ma
We gon party to the crack of dawn lets get it
On with the girls and me and my mans
Theres only few things I die for
Infamous my family, this money
Sonny I hit the sky for
We don't take time off, we take rhymes off
Come with somethin better than that
To blow your mind more
Gettin our shine on i think
This due for a storm, hurricane Mobb
Rain on your parade and you can thank god
Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin'
Really it wasn't called for
And you don't want it
To call for it, don't play my gun, it go off
Inside of your head oops, niggas be dead
Then we drooped in the Coupes
Real heavy on the gas
Out there like the concord
I show you how to get murdered
And the cops never catch on
I show you how to do songs
Then after than show
You how to do them contracts and get yours
We ain't finished yet c'mon baby
Bring it back c'mon
You know that thing in the stash box
Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt
You know we gon lock ass
Inevitable, can't control them slugs
Came from a place
That shape and mold them thugs
Flood the block with nothin
But that gangsta shit
Y'all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch
It's plain to see
That you could never snake me
I never let the grass grow past my Nikes
Summertime in our wife beats
Boiled this brick
Outside with thermo shirts underneath tees
I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people
Try and contest Mobb Deep
Uh, yeah, yeah, c'mon
Yeah m-O-B-B Baby
(Just throw up your hands) 0-4 kanye
Flip it out my nigga