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Keep Your Hands High

Tracey Lee feat.The Notorious B.I.G.
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Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches The prestigious cats that speak this, Willie shit Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it So I grab it, never run, the outcome, is usually A beat down brutally, fuck who you be, or where you from West or East coast, squeeze toast, leave most In the blood they layin' in, ask Tray and them Oh shit, I suppose it's, time to go snitch Flip a line and get the show lit You clown niggas hold it Down your flow lax, just so you know that We could battle for days like old cats Black, you dealing with a throw back Winnin' like straight jacks, with a wide range of rhyme teams My lyrics they bang like migraines Nigga my name's, Tray the terrible Philadelph, wild child incredible Too sick for medical attention, people listen It's verbal ascension, like Maxwell many dimensions Flood over tracks, well, mics in critical condition Killin' ya Maxell, unveil lyrical skills unknown For my people with illegal cell phones A real MC let's bring it back home Live from the two-one-five, that lost a back bone In charge, and heavily armed like Brett Favre You for saw it, nigga stay down Biggie make them hit the floor face down What, what, what The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell, when the bar-rel's in your mouth It's more than I expected, I thought ya jewels was rented But they wasn't, so run it, cousin I could chill, the heat doesn't Ran up in your shell about a dozen You never seen bank like, Frank White, ya hand clutchin' Ya chest plate, contemplates, 'bout to die nigga wait Keep yo' hands high If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream Why try, keep yo' hands high You don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream Why try, keep yo' hands high (High high, high high, high high, high high High high, high high, high high) Ayo it's show time, so I'ma blow nines into your spine 'Til what's yours is mine, you know what this is Bag the Benjamins with all ya riches How quickly, the milli turns Willies to bitches Controllin' your fate, a hole in your plate Fuck the show dates, I want the whole state The squad's harassin', all of y'all niggas who flashin' We doing this the Tray Lee way Delay then nigga we spray No ignoring us, me and Notorious Uhh, uhh I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due south with kis Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's and ya don't stops Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants From Branson, now we lamping, twelve room mansions Bitches get naked off Get Money, Player's Anthem Don't forget One More Chance and, my other hits Other shit, niggas spit be counterfeit Robbing come naturally, in and out like fuckin' rapidly Pass the gat to me Make his chest rest, where his back should be Talkin' blasphemy, blastin' me, your family rest in coffins often Frank Wizza, far from soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper slash dope dealer Slash gorilla, slash illest turned iller So nigga keep yo' hands high Run all your so called possessions, links with baguettes in Keys to your Lex, for us to make your shorties dressed in A full jack maneuver, don't no body move, just the moolah It's RNF and Junior, M.A.F., runnin' through ya like Kahlua If rum sung then you fly, niggas with the 45 But true lies, you brought out the real nigga in me Now I'ma cock the semi, watch you strip like Demi If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream Why try, keep yo' hands high You don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream Why try, keep yo' hands high High high, high high, high high, high high High high, high high, high high If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high... If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high...6 If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high... If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high... If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high...