Throw Ya Hands (In the Air)

Kanye.. And we have.. M-O-B-B, Yo, Yeah<br>C`mon drop that, Yeah, Uh-huh<br>Just throw your hands in the air<br>Yeah.. Yo<br><br>[Havoc]<br>I`m there for you, here with you, it`s clear its crystal<br>I air before you only get stronger the things, you been through<br>I don`t kill you thats what it`ll do<br>Run with a few multiple-scribed, they say we belong in a fuckin` zoo<br>We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin` the love<br>Often above them cowards and them so called thugs<br>When we come through respect is there, cause we demand it<br>Know the mobb is in the building, we officially landed<br>Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers, they can`t stand us<br>Try to raid us the faggots snitchin` and got the cameras<br>Cock the cannons but shorty just keep dancin` cuz it might<br>be a chance that it won`t pop off<br>If it do stay close to the wall, we gettin` it on<br>You about to witness fellas who gifted in brawl<br>My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin` you off<br>This southern cat finnin` to get it so kiss ya cross<br><br>[Chorus]<br>So if you goin` thru it but you won`t let it hold you down<br>(Just throw up your hands) C`mon ma<br>We gon party to the crack of dawn lets get it on with the girls and me and my mans<br><br>[Prodigy]<br>Theres only few things i die for<br>Infamous my family, this money, sonny I hit the sky for<br>we don`t take time off, we take rhymes off<br>Come with somethin better than that, to blow your mind more<br>Gettin our shine on... I think this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb<br>Rain on your parade and you can thank god<br>Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin`<br>Really it wasnt called for, and you don`t want it<br>to call for it, don`t play my gun, it go off<br>Inside of your head oops, niggaz be dead<br>Then we drooped in the Coupes real heavy on the gas<br>Out there like the concord<br>I show you how to get murdered, and the cops never catch on<br>I show you how to do songs, then after than show<br>you how to do them contracts and get yours<br><br>[Chorus 2x]<br><br>[Havoc]<br>We ain`t finished yet c`mon baby bring it back c`mon<br>You know that thing in the stash box<br>Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt, you know we gon lock ass<br>Inevitable, can`t control them slugs<br>Came from a place, that shape and mold them thugs<br>Flood the block with nothin but that gangsta shit<br>Y`all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch.<br><br>[Prodigy]<br>It`s plain to see, that you could never snake me<br>I never let the grass grow past my Nikes<br>Summertime in our wife beats, boiled this brick<br>outside with thermo shirts underneath tees<br>I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people<br>Try and contest Mobb Deep<br><br>Uh, yeah, yeah, c`mon<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Yeah<br>M-O-B-B Baby<br>(Just throw up your hands)<br>0-4.. Kanye<br>Flip it out my nigga