Jin - Get Your Handz Off (feat. Swizz Beats) lyrics

Jin The Rest Is History Neo keep 'em rockin baby Double R what! I got this part right here From the start to the finish, Imma bark on contenders Wanna tarnish my image, I can't promise forgiveness See I was never like this, my moms would never like this And yall was never like us, thats why yall never liked us See I might take ya style, flip it back make it crack Sell a couple mil get some stacks, here you go now take it back Im spittin lines of fire, Im in the line of fire Designer attire makin me a sign of desire I just rhyme to inspire, ya favorite line supplier I run thru fan signs and landmines the size of tires How many minds inquire, I got mines and acquired Enough props to make yall resign and retire Now hold on And just stomp stomp Get ya hands off me 2x This is hot as gets, ya sh**s not as intense My flow got 'em convinced, they ain't got at him since My backs against the wall So if I turn and flee and run from whats in front of me That won't make no sense at all This for my dons and divas, haters and non believers They just tryna deceive us like Judas dishonored Jesus Why you tryin to critique this Dont take kindness for weakness, leave you behind the speakers Body minus some pieces You got records to sell, I got records to break You will never excel against me, measure the rate I got too much at stake, I just follow my fate Annihilate and dominate and I ain't even tryna wait Now hold on And just stomp stomp Get ya hands off me 2x While you hang out I bang out, make moves like shots rang out Wanna know what my slang bout? They be like 'shut yo damn mouth' Ya chances are slim, makin advances on Jin While you shootin the breeze, Im dancin with the wind This is not ya ordinary, my style sorta varies Slaughter you, than ya crew cause you know the more the merry You already know the outcome, so how come you doubt son 'Im goin out by any means necessary' Malcolm Hiphop without Jin is like shootouts with guns Churches without nuns, bankers without funds Smokin without lungs, cities without slums If my fans force me Get ya f**in hands off me Now hold on And just stomp stomp Get ya hands off me 2x