Hands High

[Intro: Edo G] Yeah, A&E, uh Uh-huh, uh, yeah (woo!) Uh... woo! Yeah, yo, yeah [Verse 1: Edo G] Y'all made noise off a phony promo, in a group off homie's solo We cowboy these rappers like Tony Romo Rip they posters, spit on they logo Open the ProTools, erase they vocals My point focal, I-N-T y'all so local I'm so global, noble mobile to mobile See it in slow-mo, take a photo We burn kids like Chernobyl Cause my shit together like Ice-T and Coco Or Pearl Harbor, and Yamamoto Y'all in the streets like hobos, let me tally up the total You wanna fit in? I stand out Don't try to get in, with your hand out You ain't a shady thug, you a ladybug Who fly around friendly, homie don't try to play me scrub You soft as baby wipes and baby rubs And MC's is now pushin' daisies up [Hook: Masta Ace & Jamelle Bundy] Hands, up, high Get your hands up, hands up high Get them up but we not gon' stick you Get them high and we just might pick you Get your hands, up, high Get your hands up, hands up high Get them up 'til you touch the sky Get your hands, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up Hands up high~! [Verse 2: Masta Ace] Yeah, ain't too many better than us cats Y'all must've been somewhere livin' in a hole like muskrats If you don't know the A&E generals We keep it strong, like we been takin' vitamins and minerals And ginseng root (root) heavy on the fruit (fruit) Your girl lips cute, played a medley on the flute (flute) A&E heavy like a Chevy on the loop Drown y'all niggas, break a levee on your group Look, I see them rims on that new coupe Ooh, but stop fuckin' with the E, cause this is like a coup And stop fuckin' with me, this is like a clue We will get you stuck, this is like a glue The industry's so full of snakes and, predators Out on the prowl, nigga this is like a zoo This that walk-in one-take banger We got way harder shit, this is like a two, c'mon [Hook] [Verse 3: Edo G] Yeah, yo I say what I want, don't care about the backlash Call me a genius, call me a jackass All you do is talk trash with your wack ass A&E stack cash on these niggas black ass Act gassed, Edo go hard, no half-ass No comparison or contrast Shake my hand you touch great, I frustrate You hold shit together with bubblegum and duct tape [Verse 4: Masta Ace] Yo, we walk with a torch, we be on the march We stiff competition like, easy on the starch Y'all a bunch of country bumpkins Y'all should be home eatin' chicken lookin' greasy on the porch We in it for the win (win) Next mixtape drop, y'all DJ's better spin it in your blend Facebook, MySpace, send it to your friend A&E here and we in it 'til the end, c'mon [Hook]