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Soundtrack: 2 Fast 2 Furious Title: Hands In The Air - 8 Ball Comin' from tha top of my Dome when I'm droppin' my Own type of style an' Ain't nobody stoppin' my Rise to tha very top Hit em' up wit all I got Superstar no Im not Green weed black glot Everybody want a piece Dirty like a pair of cleats Niggas run they mouth a lot Like bitches and parakeets (WOW) How you want it pimpin (WOW) Im so cold wit it (WOW) Make otha boys wanna do it just because I did it Im like a legend or Some kind a prophecy Sent here to set you free Fresh playa' follow me Into anotha world deep inside yo own soul This shit here is way bigger then tattoos an' cornrows This not 'bout makin' dow Not 'bout no fakin' yo Not 'bout who rich or po' Not 'bout who niggas know This here 'bout you an' me This here 'bout poetry This here 'bout who we be If you in here wit me Chorus: Keep your ears wide open This is all real no jokin' Thro yo' mothafuckin hands up in the air If you feel me thro yo' hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all real no boastin' Thro yo' hands up in the mothafuckin air If you feel me thro yo' hands up in the air The mothafuckin air Nigga you don't know me Why you niggas wanna be All in my grill like You the paparazzi Boy I was full a game way befo this rap thang Real 'fo the money came Thats why I will neva change Me ain't nobody like Even thou they try to be Niggas think they are but they ain't fuckin' wit me lyricaly (YO) I was born wit it didn't nobody teach it to me Ova' hot beats tell you 'bout what tha streets did to me (YO) Chose me to be a Prophet an' lead my people Murder non believers With lyrics that are lethal I hit 'em heavy wit it Yo I stay ready wit it Come try to test me wit it Regret you eva did it Call who pimpin I got my own bat You got tha baby paper I got them grown stacks But this aint 'bout no bread Not 'bout what niggas said Not 'bout what hoes beleive If you in here wit me Chorus: Keep your ears wide open This is all real no jokin' Thro yo' mothafuckin hands up in the air If you feel me thro yo' hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all real no boastin' Thro yo' hands up in the mothafuckin air If you feel me thro yo' hands up in the air The mothafuckin air Yeah I got couple Benz jus to let you know tha deal 8 ways to company Beats come from Dew Real (YEAH) We them niggas should not nobody be fuckin' wit Clab ryders choppy city have you bitches done real quick (gun shots) This ain't 'bout who rap the best This ain't 'bout who got the most This is not no gangsta rap This ain't 'bout no pimps n' hoes This here ain't no country shit Ain't no way da label dis Memphis where I come from Orange mouth veteran What I represent Who eva live in poverty Hard workin niggas that Try to hustle honestly An' I represent who Lookin' good fellin' nice Niggas on tha drank n' dro Fresh clothes an' the ice (YEAH) We gon keep this comin Comin' wit the dirtiest If you from the gutta then I know you heard of this This ain't 'bout where you from This ain't 'bout where you be This here 'bout feelin free If you in here wit me Chorus: Keep your ears wide open This is all real no jokin' Thro yo' mothafuckin hands up in the air If you feel me thro yo' hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all real no boastin' Thro yo' hands up in the mothafuckin air If you feel me thro yo' hands up in the air The mothafuckin air Go ahead an' put 'em up Put your hands where I can see 'em Put your hands where I can see 'em Go ahead an' put 'em up Put your hands where I can see 'em Put your hands where I can see 'em Yeah A Wayz Dew Realla Co Lou Slab 2 its goin' down baby Its your boy Milwakiee stop playin Back to the 2 Fast 2 Furious Soundtrack |