Hands Up

[Hook:] If you keep it one hundred, put your hands up If you don't need to borrow no money, put your hands up Got your own house your own car, put your hands up If they fuck with you you gon' take em to war, put your hands up But if you be stealing from your friends, put your hands down If you fight women but you won't fight men, put your hands down If you tell the police anythang, put your hands down Real niggas stand up, pussy niggas sit y'all ass down Uhh yeah, don't make me put them hands on your dog ass Make me break your jaw bone homie, I know it's all glass Lot of tables pun' or vag whipping, this is a tall glass If one y'all motherfuckers try to murder me, then I got something for y'all ass No conversation for the cops, we keep our mouths closed Gangsta than a motherfucker, welcome to the South hoe What the fuck is fifteen thousand, that's a couch bro Beat your ass, next time the words king of come out your mouth bro Cause nigga I am the streets, fuck nigga I am the hood Since the world is a ghetto, then anywhere I go I'm good And fuck a bodyguard, I'ma guard my body Lord Me and my nigga Regin my nigga G-1, we only bow to God [Hook] Way back in middle school, I knew I was gon' be a star Rapping or playing ball, a flat and a luxury car People I use to know, tell me how they have come so far But they smelling like Old Spice, they faking been they whole life Lying to kick it with me, trying to steal a visit with me 25 hours a day eight days a week, I get money get it with me This ain't my hoe either my nigga, you can hit it with me Disrespect me, I'm gon' keep squeezing this until this is empty Soon as a nigga try to play me, like I'm not me I'm going upside his head, it's gon' take six of y'all to stop me Mo City Texas, got it tatted on me homie Love all of my niggas, cause they never ratted on me homie yeah [Hook] This is the real world, you gotta be real to live here One hundred percent, ninety-nine ain't gon' get you in here And I'm so real, since the day I was born I been here Codeine or that gold label, meanwhile you on your tenth beer Lying to these bitches in the club, trying to take em home Pay for the pussy, that's the only way you gon' make her moan On the inside of my thigh, that's what her face is on My face real heavy, I hope I can make it home [Hook]