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Crime Mob Put Yo Hands Up

hard to fuckin swallow [Chorus] don't put yo hands up nigga that a get yo asss knock out don't put yo hands up nigga that a get yo ass knock out (don

hard to fuckin swallow [Chorus] don't put yo hands up nigga that a get yo asss knock out don't put yo hands up nigga that a get yo ass knock out (don

G 5 We call it high flying As high as a Batman High Robin dont have an eye problem Pistol on my hip I got a thigh problem Rock ya hips Crime Mob em

/ but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crime And we mean to go

Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup? Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby? Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo I just seen this kid

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz I'll beat yo azz I'll beat yo azz,

the ballad of a dead soldier) It's a crazy world full of sin (Close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier) Be a coward, put yo' hands to the

(Everlast) Yo, I've been rhyming since my daddy's dick first got wet Kicked a hole in the womb of my mother then I jet Back to the scene of the crime

on me , i'll shit on you You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [50] I got a hand gun habit