Chris Styles - Hands Up lyrics

[Intro] Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [Hook: 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks] Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me We goin' way past quarter to three (I say hands up!) I'm good in the VIP I got my hammer right here with me (I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks You gotta learn to respect the jux (I say hands up!) Everything ain't cool as the fame And this sh** ain't as sweet as it looks (I say hands up!) You know I'm puttin' something on me Right before I leave outta the car (We came to party) You go tough talkin' at me You gon' leave out the club wit a scar (We came to party) We pop bottles like it's all free 'Fore I leave, I'mma buy out the bar (We came to party) You gon' order whatchu want, it's on me I'm a G, take a look at a star (we came to party) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] It feels so good to live s**a free I'm soakin' it all up while your girl's s**in' me It mean the world to her, it's nuttin' but a nut to me Look miss, get a grip or let a mothaf**er be I'm a rap star, who 'posed to be ridin' around in that car Two in the front, in the back got the plasma This ain't a free ride, you gotta have the gas ma I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma And I'm busy so I move a bit faster You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya, huh I'm a ba*tard, damn near chauvinist, hand over the plastic Cause they wanna see ya man go in the casket Rule number one: keep ya gun or get ya a** hit And that's it, lights off and ya body stiff By the same n***as you used to party with [Hook] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Yea I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip, new Ruger on the hip Thousand dollar outfit, never stooge never slip Follow rules or get whipped, n***a move or get hit I don't care who's on the strip It ain't only the Ferrari now, the j**els got 'em sick Now it's 2006, I need a new bottom miss It's a'ight, they can talk, I'm amused by the pricks I'm the news out the bricks, n***a, who's hot as this? I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed I ain't a cuddler, I f** the drool outta chick My n***as ice-grill, but it ain't the same They don't see the faces, they just see the chains like OOH when ya get 'em, they don't know you with me They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me This regular sh**, the everyday mentality They charged up, don't make me put in the battery [Hook] Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up