Z-ro - Hands Up lyrics

[Hook:] If you keep it one hundred, put your hands up If you don't need to borrow no money, put your hands up Got your own house your own car, put your hands up If they f** with you you gon' take em to war, put your hands up But if you be stealing from your friends, put your hands down If you fight women but you won't fight men, put your hands down If you tell the police anythang, put your hands down Real n***az stand up, p**y n***az sit y'all a** down Yeah, don't make me put them hands on your dog a** Make me break your jaw bone homie, I know it's all gla** Lot of tables pun' or vag whipping, this is a tall gla** If one y'all motherf**ers try to murder me, then I got something for y'all a** No conversation for the cops, we keep our mouths closed Gangsta than a motherf**er, welcome to the South hoe What the f** is fifteen thousand, that's a couch bro Beat your a**, next time the words king of come out your mouth bro Cause n***a I am the streets, f** n***a I am the hood Since the world is a ghetto, then anywhere I go I'm good And f** a bodyguard, I'ma guard my body Lord Me and my n***a Regin my n***a G-1, we only bow to God [Hook] Way back in middle school, I knew I was gon' be a star Rapping or playing ball, a flat and a luxury car People I use to know, tell me how they have come so far But they smelling like Old Spice, they faking been they whole life Lying to kick it with me, trying to steal a visit with me 25 hours a day eight days a week, I get money get it with me This ain't my hoe either my n***a, you can hit it with me Disrespect me, I'm gon' keep squeezing this until this is empty Soon as a n***a try to play me, like I'm not me I'm going upside his head, it's gon' take six of y'all to stop me Mo City Texas, got it tatted on me homie Love all of my n***az, cause they never ratted on me homie yeah [Hook] This is the real world, you gotta be real to live here One hundred percent, ninety-nine ain't gon' get you in here And I'm so real, since the day I was born I been here Codeine or that gold label, meanwhile you on your tenth beer Lying to these b**hes in the club, trying to take em home Pay for the p**y, that's the only way you gon' make her moan On the inside of my thigh, that's what her face is on My face real heavy, I hope I can make it home [Hook]