Hands Up

Put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

50 Cent:

Hands up, shorty when you party with me

We goin' way past quarter to three

I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.

I got my ammo right here with me

I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks

You gotta learn to respect the jooks

I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame

This shit ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent:

You know I'm puttin' something on me

Right before I leave outta the car (we came to party)

You go tough talkin' at me you

Gon' leave outta the club with a scar (we came to party)

We pop bottles like it's all free

Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (We came to party)

You can order what you want it's on me

I'm a G take a look at star (We came to party)

Lloyd Banks:

It feels so good to live sucker free

I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me

It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me

Look miss, get a grip and let a mothafucker be

I'm a rap star who wants to be ridin' around in that car

Two in the front and the back got the plasma

This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma

I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma

And I'm busy so I move a bit faster

You can't tell me yes if I won't ask ya, huh

I'm a bastard

Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic

'Cause they wanna see ya man go in the casket

Rule number one, keep ya gun or get ya ass hit

Rule number one, keep ya gun and get ya ass hit, that's it

Lights off and your body's stiff

By the same niggas you used to party with¨

50 Cent:

Hands up, shorty when you party with me

We goin' way past quarter to three

I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.

I got my ammo right here with me

I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks

You gotta learn to respect the jooks

I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame

This shit ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent:

You know I'm puttin' something on me

Right before I leave outta the car (we came to party)

You go tough talkin' at me you

Gon' leave outta the club with a scar (we came to party)

We pop bottles like it's all free

Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (we came to party)

You can order what you want it's on me

I'm a G take a look at star (we came to party)

Lloyd Banks:

I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip

New reug' gonna hit thousand dollar outfit

Never snooze never slip, follow rules or get whip

Nigga move or get hit, I don't care who's on the strip

It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick

Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss

It's aight they can talk I'm amused by them pricks

I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this

I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed

I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick

My niggaz ice grill, but it ain't the same

They don't see the faces, they just see the chains like

Ooh, when ya get 'em, they don't know you with me

They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me

This regular shit, the everyday mentality

They charged up, don't make me put in the battery

50 Cent:

Hands up, shorty when you party with me

We goin' way past quarter to three

I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.

I got my ammo right here with me

I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks

You gotta learn to respect the jooks

I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame

This shit ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent:

You know I'm puttin' something on me

Right before I leave outta the car (we came to party)

You go tough talkin' at me you

Gon' leave outta the club with a scar (we came to party)

We pop bottles like it's all free

Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (we came to party)

You can order what you want it's on me

I'm a G take a look at star (we came to party)

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

• Artist:Lloyd Banks
• Album:Rotten Apple (2006)