'm a motherfuckin' monster I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands down
back? (back) No one knows I realize (Yeah) It was only just a dream... If you ever loved somebody put your hands up If you ever loved somebody put your hands
do when you hear my rhyme You're bouncin' up and down like a kid on a seesaw Steady groovin' word to your meemaw Right now put 'em in the air Wave side
to do when you hear my rhyme You're bouncin' up and down like a kid on a seesaw Steady groovin' word to your meemaw Right now put 'em in the air wave
put your strap back in your waist Another crew shot Cause your barrel's too hot You did it kid The more dead The more weight on your head Plus
so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs Jumped into your
you out Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole bunch
Donald D brings the party to the deal my presence is felt world wide You don't dance to this it's suicide Put your hands into the air on, the M.C. cop
put my hands in the air Ha-hands in the air Put your hands in the air-air-air-air-air-air-air-air I throw my hands up in the air sometimes Saying ayo
feels good I'm a introduce to you a new dance It's called the money dance You pull the money out your pocket like this You put your hands in the air
your motherfucking shirt off, hey Take your motherfucking shirt off, hey Take your motherfucking shirt off, hey And if you don't care put your hands in the air, home girl Take your
Beware, beware I'll do whatever, however I want, I want You flip me out, oh yeah, oh yeah Now put your hands in the air Whip your hair and go La, la
Put that put that put that put that ass up Getch yo getch yo getch yo getch yo hands up Put that put that put that put that ass up Getch yo getch getch yo hands Put put put
leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense, I'll put your face
so fly, fly as I can be I can take you to go shopping then we can go out to eat (Soulja) Yeah, yeah, put your hands in the air If you dont care, say
made them things Now, put your sacks in the air if you represent your clique Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby Wave your hands in the air
Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face Today was a fairytale Time slows down whenever you're around Yeah yeah But can you feel this magic in the air