'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Hands up, shorty when you party with me We goin' way past quarter to three I said hands
pearl until she turned out to be a man well I puked and I screamed, cause she wasn?t as she seemed man, I got dealt a rotten hand Well the moral of
a pearl until she turned out to be a man well I puked and I screamed, cause she wasn?t as she seemed man, I got dealt a rotten hand Well the moral of
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands
hand at baking bread and washing clothes And rocking little babies to sleep But the calloused hands are softer than the morning rose And she always seems to know just what he needs When old hands
I've been downhearted baby I've been down, I've been down hearted baby Ever since the day we met, ever since the day we met I've been downhearted baby
want to hold the hand that holds the world I want to hold the hand (Your mystery) I want to hold the hand (The majesty) I want to hold the hand that
off You'll never reach the end, you'll never hear enough You're half grasp can't exterminate my stand You can't rule with a broken upper hand A fragment
hands of mine Give me strength, be my light One way at a time, these walls will fall And fill our empty souls Give me strength, help me guide these broken hands
rotten A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten It was just an old plywood boat With a '75 Johnson with electric choke A young boy two hands
re on me? Ain't that the way it's supposed to be? I say baby, do you think? Sugar so sweet should rot my teeth But instead it just rottens me Spoiled
If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight
to the massacre, bloods courted in Alaska Anatomies get fractured, Sampson was captured By Philli-stinians, lesson's on in this millenium 80 cowards, 4 devils, hand
smokin' Take a look at what Luda's cookin' My arm underneath your leg, legs Or behind your head is how I gots to get you Right hand, left hand all red
s son", across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
my way back when My Cadillac pants goin' much to fast Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack Community service and I'm still the mack Shocked my finger, spicin' my hand
a rotten peach in my fist And dreamed about you, woman I poked my finger down inside Make a little room for it to hide Nature's candy in my hand or can