Hands Up (feat. 50 Cent) - Lloyd Banks

From the front to the back From the left to the right side We're world wide From the east to the west side get it girl that's right Let's ride I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy Yeah i eat but much rather beat it Dick your girl down cuz i know she really need it Yeah I get her wet wetter then she ever been Now she tellin me that she gone tell all her friends I'm like Ok bring all along, as long As I can sting my tongue in between her thong Yeah I'm nasty I know you like it Lick the bottom lip baby girl you're gonna bite it Yeah I go deep I love her from her back Arch that back make that ass clap Make the pussy squirt yea i got stroke Tell me where it hurts spread them legs Little mami watch you work Tell me what it is, show me where it could be Pussy on my lips juice box taste good to me Put it on my tongue, fill me on up Put it in your gut, tear that pussy up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy She ain't got to tell me she want it She know I notice she wit' it She moan and groan when I get it She tell me lick it, I did it Sexy thing enough to make a n**ger go crazy man do crazy things Then we get topping and touching we get to licking and sticking Now you know we be doing when your granny be missin' We go to perfect positions, we get it popping now listen Too much pleasure to measure she got the power to beat beat We make it wanna get to me in a major way Jackpot (?) fade away I mean play your way I be on that elite s**t, that HBK heartbreak kid freak s**t I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy I'm mean you know I'm a big dog I dive in head first like a free fall Big wood, thicker than a tree log Had her bouncing on my d*ck like a see saw Baby I'm raw, in fact I don't use protection We can get it right here in the VIP Section I wanna f*ck you right here, like Erqel say Mr. Ice with the cream, no dessert please scream my name Baby I'm Skipper, just one dish had her reaching for my zipper And now I'ma d*ck her You can pick her up, or I'll deliver Panties in the way, if they're new then I'ma rip 'em I go hard in the paint, boyfriend muggin' all hard cause you came 91 Premium all in the tank Got to deposit that dick, call it a sperm bank I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy up up up up up up I beat the pussy

Yeah! Uh huh (Ooh I'd lie for you baby) I like the way that feel (Ooh I'd die for you baby) I'll build you, but if ever I fall down And I need you to pick me up Promise me, you'll be around Hold me down, I'll build you up Listen, if you let me, I'll be the reason you shine It's the secret, I want the world to know that you're mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I'm writing this song instead of a love letter They gon' play it on the radio a hundred times a day I figure when you hear it you gon' stop and think of me I wanna get to know you, and be the reason you smile Girl you know where I'm from, you know how I get down When times get tough, tell me that I'm special Not rap, I mean me, that I'm special You know they say diamonds are a girl's best friend Precious stones, could you put me before them? If so, I'll see to it they always around Nothing but the best, now how does that sound? If I drop a jewel when we talk you can keep it Girl you on my mind all the time, that's a secret Baby, I build you up Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side I'd build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you're mine I need to know for sure Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side I'd build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you're mine I thinkin' 'bout you thinkin' that you feel the same way Or is it just my imagination that get runnin' away? If you ready to ride, girl, c'mon, let's roll G-5-5 fly, ma, let's go It's hard to measure the pleasure of havin' you in my presence Your smile makes me smile, I'll show you my style You can shop a little bit, I'll pick out some shit One pair at a time 'til your shoe game sick Now who knows what the future holds we'll be together probably For better or worse, like Whitney and Bobby If you wanna play house, we can play house then But wait, why pretend when you can move in? Before I be your buddy in bed let me be your best friend Girl, it's more than lust, I want your trust You keep it real with me, I keep it real with you 'Cause I know with you by my side there's nothing I can't do, yeah Baby Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side I'd build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you're mine (Build you up, baby, when you're down) Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side ('Cause your smile, like a frown, yes I will) I'd build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you're mine (I'm gon' build you up baby)

Man, I finna do my thang (get up!) It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!) Trust me homie I'm not playin' (get up!) I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!) I came to bring you that California love And a little New York hate, it's all of the above I'm not playin', I said I'm off the chain You niggas better follow instructions, I said (get up!) I ball 'til I fall, stunt 'til I drop 'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot You buy a bottle, I buy the bar I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras When I get into it, I get into it Everybody can't do it the way I do it I make it rain, 'til the sun come out A nigga playin', we make the guns come out Now, my question is who they gon' blame When I'm back number one on the Billboard again? Shit shift now, the game done changed Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain I guess I made the kids want slang And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang Nah, it's just music man, it's just music Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it I have the savoir-faire I'm the reason everybody here, I say (get up!) I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!) I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!) Yeah lady, you look good, I wan' get to know you better You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos You got a Bentley Coupe booty, baby, I wanna drive See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside I wanna take you for a spin, you know, 'round and 'round Switch gears 'til your love comes down I take you to the point of no return, if you listen you learn Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me It's up and down and up and down gracefully Rick James would've said She a Brick House But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch 'bout I find out she like it how I like it, huh Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, nigga what up? I have the savoir-faire I'm the reason everybody here, I say (get up!) I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!) I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!) And get into it You're now rockin' with the Unit, I say (get up!) And get into it We gon' show you just how we do it, I said (get up!) Aftermath Still Shady Aftermath, I said (get up!) Aftermath Still Shady Aftermath

The realest thing that you can do is just putting a drum beat whit nothing but a drum beat Niggers, niggers copy my style so I need to swithc up on them I run the show now, I got the blow now You wanna hold now? You can come cop Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound Incase a mother fucker got to get shot The only time is coming, slow down See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot D's will shut your block down, after your shot down We gonna come through and set up shop You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now How I change shit, re-arrange shit See for you dog, this is new shit Im from Southside, nigga we do this They say Im grimey, its hard to find me When sun lighten up the sky Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga! We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? I'm 'bout my bread now, I'll cut your head now You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now Nigga I'm eatin' you know I ain't go'n' stop now One more trip, one more flip I move a truckload nigga, not one brick They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it My clicks so sick, niggas know how we on it Light up more shit, the car there when we on it I spit a gem star get'cha name carved into neck Have my lil homies run up on yo' ass with the Vette Yeah I stunt in the Vette, got stash in the bank I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet Im oh so fresh, so Im motha fuckin' clean With a 4. Inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard try'na fuck your daughter The LSD will have niggas runnin' round try'na kill you for us Smokin' that piff, sippin' that yak, talkin' that shit, loadin' that strap We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

G-Unit (What) We in here (What) We can get the drama popping We don't care (What, what, what) It's going down (What) 'Cause I'm around (What) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah) D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level, bright ring bigot bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder In December I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around