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  • 50 Cent
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  • [CHORUS:]
    Man i run this rap shit
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
    Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
    R.I.P. to Tupac
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
    Nigga roll that good shit
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

    [VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
    U wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take u to da prom
    Im armed tre pound in my palm im calm
    Nigga my mamma made a baby boy the hood made a man
    My first 14 grams took that and made a grand
    I do this you knew this i told you pussy
    Ur fate ur death date ill fucking come for u pussy
    Have you like ei-ei-uh oh after the 44 blow
    I get low they say i go like a pro
    Its a rap when im doseing
    You smoked like a roach
    U been clapped then in fact theres no coming back from that
    Im the last of my breed
    No henny no weed
    Just my vest and my semi
    In the back of that bentley
    Im nos and im bras
    See im there and im gone
    Cause my loyals is strong
    And my money here is long
    So when im right im right
    And when im wrong im right
    Ill hit your ass up right
    Nigga its nighty night

    [CHORUS:]
    Man i run this rap shit
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
    Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
    R.I.P. to Tupac
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
    Nigga roll that good shit
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

    [VERSE 2: TONY YAYO]
    Hey yo im higher than a pilot man
    Ill cut your body man
    Beat the case i lied on a polygram
    These ogs talk about back in the days
    I have an r.i.p. sign on your myspace page
    Im your top eight nigga
    Drop eight nigga
    GCT coupe its sour grape nigga
    Im an ape nigga a gorilla in the mist
    I hold weight nigga my connect gots bricks
    I wear gold you wear platinum we still got the same cars
    Same house and still fuck the same broads
    Dreams of fucking an r&b bitch
    Yeah you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
    Im the teflon don boy i get busy
    Ur legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
    760 drive by light tint
    With two hoes in the whip looking like flip

    [CHORUS:]
    Man i run this rap shit
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
    Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
    R.I.P. to Tupac
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
    Nigga roll that good shit
    Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

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