Throw Your Hands Up

<br>[Eightball]<br>Bitch, I ain`t got nothing but time, so I`ma get out on these cuts <br>and grind, keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine<br>my player ways keep me with plenty dimes, <br>see I`ma shine like all six of my gold teeth, <br>when a nigga get through cooking up, this O-Z, <br>all night on the block til the sun rise, <br>my only friend is a glock with the 4-5<br>Four five in the mornin it don`t stop, <br>day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop) <br>blue lights snap me back to reality<br>I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me<br>Tricks ain`t got shit to do but harass, <br>search tha nigga and took about a three in cash, <br>I guess that`s better than gettin locked up, <br>or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh!<br><br>Chorus: <br>Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from, <br>down in the bottoms where they broke some, <br>whips cross a nigga back, way back, <br>and now they wonder why we act, how we act, <br>gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow, <br>afros & loud ass Italian clothes, <br>People bar-be-quein in the front yard<br>Money from the first of the month card!<br><br>[Eightball]<br>If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!<br><br>[MJG]<br>I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit, <br>so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole nite<br>Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee<br>Nigga drunk singin sounding like tha Bee Gees<br>Ham sam`ich in the driveway, drop top<br>naked women in tha den playing, hop scotch<br>Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long gone<br>So hit me and I`ma keep my, phone on<br>I be out turning corners, dranking, one fifth<br>Got some scratches on my rims, cause of one dip<br>Met a broad yesterday, she hit me, ten times, <br>if I diss her it`ll take a nigga ten lines<br>MJG standing tall and I, won`t fold<br>You can have all the bitches, cause I, don`t hold<br>on to any woman like a human hand cuff<br>You got ya hair down baby fuck it, stand up!<br><br>(Repeat chorus)<br> <br>[Eightball]<br>If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!<br><br>[Big Boi]<br>How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows, <br>stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves, <br>like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y`all bite, <br>been had a coke and a smile, now I`m trippin off Yak & Sprite, <br>y`all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out, <br>below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I`m talkin about, <br>from Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,<br>The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I`m after, <br>no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious<br>The Space Age is pimpin this, players comin major, <br>they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her<br>The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker, <br>beats by the layers, of music right here to please you, <br>but if ain`t that dirty then patna see we don`t need you, <br>you know I`m talkin bout<br>OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y`all punk motherfuckers! <br> <br>(Repeat chorus)<br><br>[Eightball]<br>If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!<br><br>[Andre Benjamin]<br>You wouldn`t understand, if you stood under it (ooh), <br>it`s like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get, <br>the closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand, <br>apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance, <br>so now, throw your filangies in tha ground, <br>I`m still abound, un-believers stay from hell around<br>I found negatives niggas they only keep ya down, <br>transmitting from Native American burial grounds<br>I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads<br>um post ta blast space invaders up somebodys dad<br>Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then <br>but it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off work<br>So she can roast yo ass, either to finda open window fast<br>Word to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker<br>Word to the motherfucker!<br><br>(Repeat chorus)<br><br>[Eightball]<br>If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,<br>If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!