Hands Up

(album: Full Metal Jackit - 2004)

Yeah, fuck you nigga, you broke
Nigga, 'bout to rob me a nigga, put yo' hands up nigga

Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet (it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry (it's like that?)
Hell yeah, talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap
Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet (it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry (it's like that?)
Hell yeah, talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap

Go put yo' hands up homie, bitch I'm broke
This a muthafucking stickup, it ain't no joke
If you don't wanna get a slug put up in yo' throat
Then I suggest you hop out that Davoucci coat
Bow, you ain't got nutting to worry about
Talk shit lil nigga, I'mma hurl ya out
I'm way outta control, my abandon is reckless
I might shoot you for yo' watch and yo' necklace
Yeah, you looking like a million bucks
So I'mma hit yo' ass up while you sit in the truck
Broad daylight nigga I ain't giving a fuck
You got som' that I want, well you giving it up
"Don't shoot me" man I ain't gon' shoot yo' ass
Put yo' face in the grass, nigga give me the cash
Don't be coming around my neighborhood tryna floss
If you do you gon' pay the cost, like this

Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet (it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry (it's like that?)
Hell yeah, talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap
Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet (it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry (it's like that?)
Hell yeah, talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap

Go on witcha punk ass, yeah keep fronting
You say you roll deep, man that don't mean nutting
I saw you and ya lil clique popping collars
"Man, come on dog I know you got more than twenty dollars"
It be them same niggas that be
Be the ones getting robbed when they leave the club
Being broke hurts, so I'm tryna have the most merch
Bitches get it too, I hit ya for ya Coach purse
Yeah, that boy Freddie a mess
Don't tempt me, cause I'm the wrong nigga to test
And you got them 24's, sitting up on ya Lex
Got me wanting to put bullets all up in ya chest-aaa
Come on, I'm about to give ya the blues
If they fit, God dammit I'mma take the shoes
Why you cryin'? you ain't got no cash on you at all?
Let's hit the ATM homie we gon' make a withdrawal

Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet (it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry (it's like that?)
Hell yeah, talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap
Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet (it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry (it's like that?)
Hell yeah, talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap

This a stickup nigga, hands up
This a stickup, put ya hands up
This a stickup, nigga put ya hands up
Yeah, put yo' muthafucking hands up

Yo it's a rebel rap as far as I'd like to rob
Like Nelly, Baby, The Terror Squad
Come down dog, ain't nothing personal dude
I just wanna hit you up cause you got some nice jewels
I really don't care what you got to say
If you act tough Freddie got som' to spray
If you see me in the streets, better pack ya heat
Cause I'mma jack you for ya cash, then jack ya beat

Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet (it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry (it's like that?)
Hell yeah, talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap
Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet (it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry (it's like that?)
Hell yeah, talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap

Ugh, niggas getting stuck the fuck up
Put yo' hands up
This a stickup nigga, put yo' hands up
Ugh, put yo' muthafucking hands up
Ugh, when you see me in the streets put ya hands up