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Crime Mob - Put Yo Hands Up lyrics
(Let's gone run it) Dj Montae what's up what's up niggaz this Dj Desart South number 1 mufuckin' Dj Right still runnin wit that goddamn oompcamp puttin this thang down in the mufuckin' streets of the A but you know what (don't put yo hands up nigga that a get ya ass knock out) I got some new niggas sum new street niggaz ready to do this thang right we gone gone ahead and load em up one time checking in crime mob for ya motherfuckin ass put ya mutherfuckin' hands up nigga [Killa C] i suggest that you not come my way if you don't want trouble man the out comes gonna be ugly when these hands meet yo fuckin face the concept of the matter it's the state that we runnin shit niggas who think opposite get wet up wit no hesitant fuck bitch and you gone see me act a fool fuck 12 rounds nigga nigga fuck some rules it's time to pay yo fuckin dues bustin heads is what we do bitch go get yo fucking crew and we will destroy you hoes wit joy cause that is what we do (what we do) [Diamond] pop pop pop i'm in drop top i'm on yo block u best be ready you can catch me i won't let you we to deadly for you hoe check my statess i'm the baddess cock it back and let you have it 14 carrorts that i'm packing when i'm blasting at you bastards i'm yo master bitch i'm Diamond quit yo whinnin let's be i entertwine wit the finest and i'm buckin wit that steel don't make me hit i'll come get you if there's issuses i'll come solve em knockin' bitches heads off cuz i'm hard to fuckin swallow [Chorus] don't put yo hands up nigga that a get yo ass knock out don't put yo hands up nigga that a get yo ass knock out (don't make me hit em) beat a nigga to the flo until he fuckin pass out [Psyco Black] nigga stop all that buckin fo u get yo head busted bitch you thank that i'm playin you come outside an i'm bustin fat ass bullets be rushing an they gone rip u like tissue stop the runnin i'm gunnin ani't no way they gone miss u M.O.B. dem my niggaz and when we come we come hella deep we stompin yo ass sleep we stay on the deadly creep in the club we be V.I.P. u tryin to 2 be like me u wanna fuckin swang but u got check by security [Lil' Jay] yeah i'm Lil' Jay an i feel no man from the crime mob that's known to throw hands nigga we can hold the own in our land shit u can't bear 2 where you can't stand swang wit a pipe bitch nigga this some tight shit put yo hands up this my playground here u don't stay round nigga we a spray round nigga u'll get stuck u'll get knock down straight 2 tha flo nigga u'll die u tried to mo filled wit a skill the trill to kill hoes nigga we the clique that's thick and make doe take yo shit an flip an make mo yeah my street 2 deep an will swang knock down all u hoes that hate me and take them niggas out the damn game [chorus] [Pricess] yeah hey dar nigga u don't wanna get slap you throwin up the wrong set it looka like a axe i oun play nann day so u betta bag back think twice for you start takin all year gap knockin niggas down till they about more everybody ready nigga don't jump stupid niggas talk shit but i bet cha they won't do it got a gat up in my trunk i ani't neva scared 2 use it u know a bitch gone pop so you know i'm gone lose it beat her ass till fuckin pass out a toothless bitch cuz she got stomp out who's the shit i bet you won't pop now abuse a bitch cuz i oun really give a fuck pricess yeah hoes that's me don't test me nun cuz i'll make ya ass see that io'm the best but hoe don't hate me [M.I.G.] ah fuck fuck that shit i ani't playin no bitch loading choppers when i do an go an toss u in a ditch i been ready fo this shit never been worried bout no trick givin a dame she on my dick ready 2 do sum gangsta shit don't put yo hands up shot to chin gone damage ya right to left 2 left 2 right gone stand ya pussy ass up nigga don't make me hit em if i'm in the club then i'm gone get em get up out my face i don't fuck wit em bitch nigga don't make me hit em watch me get em [Chorus] dj montae |
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