Beanie Sigel - Once Again It's On lyrics

Roc-A-Fella.. y'all know what this is We givin y'all five seconds to put your drink down and report to the dance floor immediately All the bustas we givin y'all five seconds to get close to a exit It's about to get real ugly in here Five seconds is up - let's go! Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh) Throw the hands up (n***az) Throw the hands up (b**hes) Throw the hands up (Bustas) Throw the hands up (Hustlers) Throw the hands up (Hoes!) Throw the hands up (Boasters) Throw the hands up (MAC) You know how Mac come through on the club tip E'rybody real deep on that thug sh** Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug sh** Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick Told y'all real high, when I come you can try If you want, you can die, if you want to We hittin who*es on the floor, whole crew be wild b**h "Back That Azz Up" like Juvenile (huh) When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece You know Mac come through with a line of freaks Every b**h on the hit be a 9 at least We gettin head on the floor, while you grindin freaks Whole squad get it down like this Whole squad buyin rounds of Cris' Whole squad got they crowns on wrist Whole squad got a pound of twist Whole squad got a pound to spit, in case a clown wanna flip Mac never slip in the club Told y'all n***az four-fifth in the club If a n***a wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club You know how n***az get in the club sh** you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay) n***az be all liquored up, talkin sh** 'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up Got b**hes in the back bouncin to "Jigga What" You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up (E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up (E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up 12 AM on the way to the club (uh) 1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh) 2 AM now I'm gettin with her (what up?) 3 AM now I'm splittin with her (splittin with who?) 4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house) 5 AM now we at my house (uh) 6 AM I be diggin her out (who?) 6:15 I be kickin her out (what?) 7 AM I'ma call my friends (uh-huh) 12AM we gon' do it again We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again (We gon' do it again) By the way, yo.. How the f** you gon' talk about MC's on our heel? When we just cop them things homie the chromey wheels Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill Any given times a hundred G's in your grill Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got sk**s "He's alright, but he's not real" Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a field Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel f**, you gotta a flow that's cool with me You got a little dough that cool with me You got a little cars, little j**elries But none of y'all motherf**ers could fool with me You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V Hat co*ked can't see his eyes, who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on, who but me? n***az shipped two million, then I blew the three Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on tour I came back and it's plain, y'all n***az ain't rappin the same f** the flow, y'all jackin our slang I seen the same sh** happen to Kane Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin to wild out The game is ours, we'll never foul out Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out Throw yo' hands up - n***az, b**hes, bustas Hustlers - fu*k THAT (throw the hands up) 12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh) 1 AM bout to shake the bu*t (uh) 2 AM now I'm checkin the mix (ah yeah) 3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on?) 4 AM exit the club (let's go) 5 AM think he gettin some bu*t (that's right) 6 AM n***a still ain't bust (what?) 6:15 n***a will get up (uh) 7 AM gotta tell my friends (uh-huh) 12 AM I'ma do it again, uh, uh I'ma do it again 12 AM I'ma do it again (Uh-huh, uh, uh.. let's go) 12 AM on the way to the club 1 AM DJ made it a rub 2 AM now I'm gettin with her 3 AM now I'm splittin with her 4 AM at the waffle house 5 AM now we at my house 6 AM I be diggin her out 6:15 I be kickin her out 7 AM I'ma call my friends 12 AM we gon' do it again We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again Let's go