hard to fuckin swallow [Chorus] don't put yo hands up nigga that a get yo asss knock out don't put yo hands up nigga that a get yo ass knock out (don
to fuckin' swallow 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 put yo hands
Traduzione: Crime Mob. Put Yo Hands Up.
colder - than hear the ballad of a dead soldier [Chorus] [last line:] "close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier" [2Pac] Be a coward, put yo' hands
Nigga wanna be so hard, just spendin nights (These Dungeon Ratz..) ain't like a dope charge, locked up like Tokhar You got some niggas in yo' backyard
Scared I Do Niggaz Like A Comic Book I Rip Em Up Tha Shreds Boy Who Im A Handle Ya Get You An Yo Manager Hit U In Yo Mouth And U Be Taught To Say What
sentence / but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crime And we
the one wrapped up straight through the trunk poppin motherfuckers real quick, you bitch and if you not on my side youse a trick R-A-Tree, go sell yo
[Cornbread] Maaaannn I keep my blunt true like I do my crime And once I, twist up this bloop, it's gone blow your mind Hold up, I can't choose because
pocket book and bust the bitch ass But yo that still ain't enough for me I need doe so I can live comfortably So I pulls enough stick up hold another vic up
made her a slob, uhh Vice [x6] It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there Just let me your wallet
on me , i'll shit on you You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [50] I got a hand gun habit
call that high flying High as a Batman (YOU) High Robin don't have an eye problem Pistol on my hip I got a thigh problem Rock ya hips Crime Mob em And
the suburbs, that's herbs Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay Put your money on it, yo we
aim is to disfigure yo' style and put it to sleep because the industry don't need no freaks meanwhile, my clique is settin' up shop on yo' block and KLC
Poppa+ plays in background] [Cop] - Get off the god damn truck! [Obie Trice] - Fuck you, yo I ain't did shit [Cop] - Put your fucking hands in the air
m sorry yo baby momma don't like me. If you ain't sized up Please get tha fuck up. You be wastin all my time, I guess yo ass is outta luck Diamonds up