Put Ur Hands Up

[Verse 1: Youngin] 5'6" with the bark and bite of a giant No management or team still at the Verizon Still got a nigga despising because I am The nigga with the flow that is so hypnotizing Got your girls eyes wide looking surprised When she realizes how good I am between her thighs I locks it down like a C.O Cornrowed up, I Set It Off like Cleo I'm more like Neo in The Matrix, the prodigal son The chosen one, meaning after me there will be none other I'm one of one motherfucker Had a child just to prove I'm a mother fucker, uh What you know 'bout me, what you what you know 'bout me Young nigga that was born in SouthEast Lincoln Heights reppa, yeah bred in NorthEast The one Chief Rocka on the m-i-c, let's go [Hook: Youngin] Who's the nigga y'all came to see is that me (Youngin Micheaux I body the beats) If you ready for the show then get out your seats and (Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me) yeah Who's the nigga y'all came to see is that me (that's me from the D.o.C) If you ready for the show then get out your seats and (put your motherfucking hands up, look, look) [Verse 2: Youngin] I'm back at it, crafting another classic With a producer from Illmatic I wouldn't have it no other way, lyrics come into play And I'm one of the greats, and I don't need you to say it Because my belief in myself is enough for me Hold your head up homie I know it's rough in them streets Shit, I got soldiers at war right now On the block trying to hold their daughters and wife down Real life, sometimes it hits you when you ain't ready That's why you gotta keep your mind sharper than machetes Heavy, if you go deeper than what you hear But most can't get past what's beating in their ear And that's that boom-bap that Preemo brings to the table As long as my lyrics are mean Then this shit is gonna bang from here to the U.K I ain't even been there yet, they still know me, Sheesh [Hook: Youngin] [Verse 3: Youngin] Look, I'm tired of joking It's time for Youngin to get open And spit that lyrical crack that hits the middle of backs And tickles jiggling fat, riddle me that Mr. Bat As I attack with facts that rattle the back of your sac And excites you until you ejaculate in your slacks Terminator of beats I eradicate the track Assassinater who doesn't need validation of that I just annihilate the competition And if she ain't Sanaa Lathan then she's just a pigeon I'm on a mission for the riches, and you can be against it or get with it You gotta flip your money though, no simpin' is permitted Wizard with the flow yeah, D.C. rising Especially in the rap game when I'm in top form Fucking your little sister in a college dorm Busting all over her cheerleading uniform, ah [Hook: Youngin]