Z-Ro - Hands Up lyrics

If you keep it one hundred, put your hands up
If you don't need to borrow no money
Put your hands up
Got your own house your own car
Put your hands up if they fuck with you you
Gon' take em to war, put your hands up
But, if you be stealing from your friends
Put your hands down
If you fight women but you won't fight men
Put your hands down
If you tell the police anythang
Put your hands down real niggas stand up
Pussy niggas sit y'all ass down

Uhh yeah
Don't make me put them hands on your dog ass
Make me break your jaw bone homie
I know it's all glass
Lot of tables pun' or vag whipping
This is a tall glass
If one y'all motherfuckers try to murder me
Then I got something for y'all ass
No conversation for the cops
We keep our mouths closed
Gangsta than a motherfucker
Welcome to the South hoe
What the fuck is fifteen thousand
That's a couch bro beat your ass
Next time the words king of
Come out your mouth bro
Cause nigga I am the streets
Fuck nigga I am the hood
Since the world is a ghetto
Then anywhere I go I'm good
And fuck a bodyguard, I'ma guard my body Lord
Me and my nigga Regin my nigga G-1
We only bow to God

Way back in middle school
I knew I was gon' be a star
Rapping or playing ball
A flat and a luxury car
People I use to know
Tell me how they have come so far
But they smelling like Old Spice
They faking been they whole life
Lying to kick it with me
Trying to steal a visit with me
25 hours a day eight days a week
I get money get it with me
This ain't my hoe either my nigga
You can hit it with me disrespect me
I'm gon' keep squeezing this
Until this is empty
Soon as a nigga try to play me
Like I'm not me i'm going upside his head
It's gon' take six of y'all to stop me
Mo City Texas, got it tatted on me homie
Love all of my niggas
Cause they never ratted on me homie yeah

This is the real world
You gotta be real to live here
One hundred percent
Ninety-nine ain't gon' get you in here
And I'm so real
Since the day I was born I been here
Codeine or that gold label
Meanwhile you on your tenth beer
Lying to these bitches in the club
Trying to take em home pay for the pussy
That's the only way you gon' make her moan
On the inside of my thigh
That's what her face is on
My face real heavy, I hope I can make it home