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Tracey Lee - Keep Your Hands High lyrics
featuring Notorious B.I.G. (Notorious B.I.G.) Fuck that I preach it my nine reaches The prestigious cats who speak this Willie shit Flood in pieces my hand releases snatches Smackin cabbage half ass rappers shouldn't have it So I grab it never run the out come is usually a beat down brutally fuck who you be or where you from West or East coast squeeze toast leave most in the blood they layin in, ask Tray and them (Tracey Lee) Oh shit, I suppose its time to go snitch Flip a line and get the show lit You clown niggaz hold it Down your flow lax, just so you know that We could battle for days like old cats Black, you dealing with a throw back Winnin like straight jacks, with a wide range of rhyme teams, my lyrics they bang like migraines Nigga my name, Tray the terrible Philadelph, wild child incredible too sick for medical attention, people listen It's verbal ascension, like Maxwell many dimensions Flood over tracks, well, mics in critical condition Killin ya Maxell, unveil lyrical skills unknown for my people with illegal cell phones A real MC let's bring it back home Live from the two-one-five, that lost a back bone in charge, and heavily on like break fog You for saw it, nigga stay down Biggie make them hit the floor face down (Notorious B.I.G.) What, what, what, the rings and things you speak about bring em out, it's hard to yell with my bat round in your mouth, its more than I expected I thought them jewels was rented, but they wasn't So run it, cousin, I could chill the heat does it Ran up in your shell about a dozen, you never seen bank like Frank White, ya hand clutchin ya chest plate contemplates, bout to die nigga wait Keep ya hands high Chorus: repeat 2X You don't wanna die, keep your hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin on your cream Why try, keep ya hands high (Tracey Lee) Hey yo it's show time, so I'ma blow nines into your spine So what's yours is mine, you know what this is Bag the Benjamins with all ya riches How quickly, the milli turn Willies to bitches Controllin your fate, a hole in your plate Fuck the show dates, I want the whole state with squads harassin, all of y'all niggaz who flashin We doing this the Tray Lee way, delay Then nigga we spray, aint no ignoring us Me and Notorious (Notorious B.I.G.) I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due south with keys Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks Fuck the hip-hop, them one-two's and it don't stop Me and my nigga Lance, took him and Cease in vans Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants from Branson, now we lamp in, twelve room mansions Bitches get naked off Get Money, Playas Anthem Don't forget One More Chance and, my other hits Other shit niggaz spit be counterfeit Robbing come naturally, in and out like fuckin rapidly Pass the gat to me Make his chest rest where his back should be Fuckin blasphemy, blast me, your family rest in coffins Often, Franquiza, far from soft or fragile, uh Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper slash dope dealer slash guerilla, slash illest turn iller (Tracey Lee) So nigga keep ya hands high Run all your so called possessions, links with baguettes in Keys to your Lex, for us to make your shorties dressed in A full jack maneuver, dont no body move, just the moolah It's RNF and Junior M.A.F., runnin through ya like Kahlua If rum sung then you fly, niggaz with the 45 but True Lies, but you brought out the real nigga in me Now I'ma cock the semi, watch you strip like Demi Chorus |
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