Текст песни Lloyd Banks feat. 50 Cent — Hands Up

I wasn't gone if you missed me

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Hands up,
Shorty when you party with me, we going way past quarter to three
I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my hammer right here with me
You know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jokes
Everything ain't cruise to fame
This shit ain't sweet as it looks

You know I'm putting something on me right before I leave out of the car
You go tough talking' at me you gon' leave out of the club with a scar
We pop bottles like it's all free, before I leave I'ma buy out the bar
You can order what you want
It's on me
I'm a G
Take a look at star

It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soaking it all up
While your girl sucking me
It mean the world to her
It's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss
I'm a rap star
Who also be riding around in that car
Two in the front
In the back got the plasma.

Hands up,
Shorty when you party with me, we going way past quarter to three
I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my hammer right here with me
You know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jokes
Everything ain't cruise to fame
This shit ain't sweet as it looks

You know I'm putting something on me right before I leave out of the car
You go tough talking' at me you gon' leave out of the club with a scar
We pop bottles like it's all free, before I leave I'ma buy out the bar
You can order what you want
It's on me
I'm a G
Take a look at star

I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze, never slip
Follow rules, or get whip
Nigga move, or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari
Now the jewels got him sick
I need a new bottom miss
It's aight
They can talk
I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks
Nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler
I fuck the drool out a chick
My niggas ice grill
But it ain't the same
They don't see the faces
They just see the chains
Like Ooo when you get 'em
They don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit
The everyday mentality
They charged up
Don't make me put in the battery
Hands up,
Shorty when you party with me, we going way past quarter to three
I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my hammer right here with me