Various Artists - Hands in the Air lyrics

[Eightball] Okay; comin' from the top of my Dome when I'm droppin' my Own type of style, and Ain't nobody stoppin' my Rise to the very top Hit 'em up wit' all I got Superstar; no I'm not Green weed; black Glock Everybody want a piece Dirty like a pair 'a cleats n******gs run their mouth a lot Like b**hes and parakeets (whoa) How you love that pimpin' (whoa) I'm so cold wit' it (whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it I'm like a legend or Some kind of prophecy Sent here to set you free Dress, player, follow me Into another world Deep inside your own soul This sh** here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls This not 'bout makin' dough Not 'bout no fakin' yo Not 'bout who's rich 'o po' Not 'bout who n***as know This here 'bout you and me This here 'bout poetry This here 'bout who we be If you in here with me [Hook] Keep your ears wide open This is all grill no jokin' Throw your motherf**in' hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all grill no boastin' Throw your hands up in the motherf**in' air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air The motherf**in' aaaaair [Eightball] n***a you don't know me Why you n***as wanna beef? All in my grill like You the papparazzi Boy I was fulla game Way before this rap thang Real 'fore the money came That's why I will never change Me - ain't nobody like Even though they try to be n***as think they are but they ain't f**in' with me lyric'ly (Yo) I was born wit' it Din't nobody teach it to me Over hot beef Tell you 'bout what the streets did to me (Yo) Chose me to be a Prophet and lead my people Murder non-believers With lyrics that are lethal I hit 'em heavy with it Yo I stay ready wit' it Come try to test me wit' it Regret you ever did it Call who a pimp and I got my own back You got them baby paper? I got them grown stacks But this ain't 'bout no bread Not 'bout what n***as said Not 'bout what hoes believe If you in here with me [Hook] [Eightball] Yeah I gotta go again Just to let you know the deal Eight ways to company Beats come from doin' real (yeah) We the n***as should not nobody be f**in wit' Slayer riders Chopper city Had you b**hes doubled quick This ain't 'bout who rap the best This ain't 'bout who got the most This is not no gangsta rap This ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes This here ain't no country sh** Ain't no way to label this Memphis where I come from Orange mile veteran What I represent - whoever live in poverty Hard working n***as that Try to hustle honestly And I represent who Lookin' good and feelin' nice n***as on there drinkin' 'dro Fresh clothes; full of ice (Yeah) We gon' keep this slummin' comin' with the dirtiest (Yeah) If you from the gutter then I know you heard of this This ain't bout where you from This ain't bout where you be This here 'bout feelin free If you in here with me [Hook] [Eightball] Go 'head and put 'em up Put your hands where I can see 'em Put your hands where I can see 'em Go 'head and put 'em up Put your hands where I can see 'em Put your hands where I can see 'em [Unknown voice talking] Yeah, eight ways, doo-rilla Code line Slab two is goin' down baby This your boy Milwaukee Stop prayin'