ARTIST(s): Lloyd Banks f/ 50 Cent 
SONG TITLE: Hands Up 
ALBUM: Rotten Apple 
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
1- [50 Cent] (Lloyd Banks)
Hands up! shorty when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
(I say hands up!) I'm good in the VIP
I got my hammer right here with me
(I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jux
(I say hands up!) Everything ain't cool as the fame
And this shit ain't as sweet as it looks
(I say hands up!)
2- [Lloyd Banks] (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 out the club wit a scar (We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free
'Fore I leave I'ma buy out the bar (We came to party)
You gon' order whatchu want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at a star (we came to party)
[Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucka free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girls suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nuttin' but a nut to me
Look miss get a grip, or let a mothafucker be
I'm a rap star, who 'posed to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front, in 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 don't ask ya, huh
I'm a bastard, damn near chauvinist, 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
And that's it, lights off and ya body stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
[Lloyd Banks]
Yea
I cruise throught strip, 22's on the whip, new Ruger on the hip
Thousand dollar outfit, never stooge never slip
Follow rules or get whipped, nigga move or get hit
I don't care whose on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now, the jewels got 'em sick
Now it's two thousand six, I needa new bottom list
It's aight they can talk, I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks, nigga whose 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
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

 

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