HANDS UP Lyrics – B.G.

I’m Back Uh Oh
I’m Gon’ Set The Tone, Is Ya?
Big Facts, Get These Niggas Up And Talk About

Yeah For All Them Years That I Was Gone Been Out Here Showing Off
Baby Girl Said She Had A Man But She Still Broke It Off
Had To Cut A Few Niggas Off, Niggas Told It Off
Good Face Be Watching That Why Sometimes I Don’t Post It All
Allergic To You Pu*sy Nigga Just A Buster Free
You Can’t Be One Way All The Time And You Ain’t Cut For Me
My B!tch Just Told Me Yesterday Boy You Too Much For Me
I Need My Space Been Going Too Long Don’t Need You Under Me
I Told Her She Had To Be Strong To Take What Come With Me
I Don’t Go Looking For No Trouble, Let It Come To Me
I Still Be Thinking Bout 03 The Niggas Killed My Man
Losing My Homie So Just Slim That Wasn’t In The Plan

It Broke My Heart He Always Had That Pistol In His Hand
And That One Time He Jumped Out Left The Pistol In The Lag
Sometimes I Wish He Wasn’t Dead And Just Was In The Can
Gotta Be From The Streets To Understand What I Just Said

I Spent Long Nights Up In That Cell Praying For Better Days
I Grew A Lot Of Certain Shit, I’m Just Stuck In My Ways
I Always Talk That Gangsta Shit, That Ain’t Gon’ Never Stop
B.A. Asked Me To Turn It Down, Street Said I Better Not
So Fu*k That Shit, I’m Back To Jizzle With The Gold Teeth
She Live With You And Fu*king Me, That’s How Them Ho*s Be
Went To My City, Had To Go Answer Some Old Peeps
Went To The Black Regent My Whole Street
Snatched A Few Niggas, Left Them Other Niggas Where They At
Ain’t Givin’ Out No More Free Rides, A Nigga’s Done With That
The Streets Been Askin’ Bout The Highboys, We Gon’ Run It Back
But I Ain’t Makin’ Up With Turk, No I Can’t Fu*k With That
Warded And Done Too Much Ho*s Shit And He Can’t Take It Back
Nigga Don’t Want Apologies, B!tch It’s Too Late For That
You Got With Wack, Call Me A Wreck, You Can Get Spanked For That
Then All That Shit You Said On Drank Chap, You Was Fake For That

Pu*sy Man, You Worth A Nigga B!tch, Nigga Lame As It Get
You Ask Friends To Slap You To Go Viral Just To Get Some Clicks
You Know Jizzle Quick To Click, Keep A 40 With A D!ck
You Know When You In And Did That Bit, I Was Your Only Trick
That Goofy Shit That You Be On, Man, I Don’t Know That Clown
Real Niggas Hit Me All The Time, He Can’t Be From Uptown
Juvi Can’t Try To Talk To Me, But I’m A Renegade
I Reminded Him You Wasn’t Supposed To Be In The Group Anyway

Rest In Peace, Let Derek, Real Hot Boy Out There, Saint Thomas
My Little Dog Was Real Retarded, Felt Like Two, Three Murder Charges
Damn, My Miss Magnolia Shorted, She Used To Rock Them Project Portals
She Was A Ratchet Thing Like Cordy, She Was Part Of That Cash Money Oh

I Don’t Be Talking With Nobody Who Ain’t Stand Up
If You A Real Motherfu*ker, Put Your Hands Up
If You A Real Hot Girl, Back That A*s Up
And If Your Pu*sy Ain’t Got That Pop, I’ma Pull My Pants Up
One More Time

Hold Up, I’ma Let This B!tch Breathe Right Quick
You Know How I Do It, Man
They Say I Be Trippin’ I’m Get Back At It Get Back At It Nigga
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Big Doogie Painted On Me And My Dog, Lebouf, Sick Mad Cause
I Did That L With Gucci You Know I’ma Act Big Stupid,
I’m Like The Ghost Of OG Rufus Fu*k With A B!tch, A*s Nigga, See,
I Ain’t Never Had No Pics And Shoes

You Join Behind A Nigga Back, That’s What Them Ho*s Do
When You A Hunnid Through And Through, That’s What You Go Through
Never Be Like Another Nigga, That’s What Clones Do
I Always Be My Own Man, Stand On My Own Two Feet