Hands Up (feat. Chaundon and Roc C)

[Rapper Big Pooh:]

Uh, uh, punks jump up then get beat down

Turn that track up, bang my sound

Niggas ask why I walk around with a frown

Cause I ain't a muh'fuckin clown

Pay me in pounds, get bread, US fed

Love making heads turn off some shit I said

Code red, ring the alarm, standing in the eye of the storm

I exhibit miraculous calm

My miraculous charm keep me chilled with a dime at my arm

Thoroughbred like I'm running a farm

Who fucking with I? Who want it with him?

I bring it to your crew, then your next of kin

Hall of J. run tight like we Mexicans

On the search for the Wiz like you made of tin

Roc C is on, Chaundon is nice

Rapper Pooh bout to make niggas pay the price

[Chorus: Rapper Big Pooh (Chaundon)]

If you're rocking with the homie Big Pooh

And the whole Hall of Justus crew

If you're rocking with the homie Roc C

Or my West coast family

If you're rocking with my man Chaundon

The Back Twist got it going on

To everybody, put your hands up (hands up)

Now everybody get your hands up (hands up)

[Roc C:]

My reality penitentiary casualties, protect my family

Never live in the fantasies, Mister Ceremony

Prepare for the testimony, known for having weapons on me

Women call him Macaroni, Pooh we'll try to tell 'em homie

Home known as Killa Cali, listen to Makaveli

Dead bodies in the alley, never dumb down

Come round get gunned down

Still Hip Hop but you still get shot

Roc not your average individual

More of a criminal, don't speak subliminals

Disco ball fall down on your physical

Condition critical, maximize, never minimal

A soldier to a general is like fucking with Mike

When he was in his pinnacle

Puff medical, lyrical green visuals

Sensual seductors blow cock like that window do

Alpha Team get 'em or we'll get the other half of you

[Chorus]

[Chaundon:]

Aiyyo, I am that nigga, make niggas sick

White chicks love me and my big nigga dick

Chaundon the Back Twist, hoes know the moniker

Money, power and respect's what I rock it for

No need to rehearse, y'all niggas is wack

You should all Auto-Tune your verse

Step back little dude, listen

If you ain't getting money now then you not professional

I do this on the regular

You are like A-cup titties fronting like you bigger in a Wonderbra

Damn y'all, is this where it's going?

If wack's the new nice then I need to stop flowing

Cause I can turn the radio on and randomly pick

Ten rappers on the playlist who ain't shit

Huh, and I don't care about none of your Grammies

You main scale, you be dealing with trannies

[Chorus]