Put Ya Hands Up - Jadakiss

Turn the fuckin beat on!

Ha!

Yeah, we back!

S.D.

I had to switch back to Dom Perignon in rap baby!

Cock-and-run to stay in the business

Son of a bitch!

Double R, look at me now motherf.

Two-thousand-and-one, «Kiss the Game Goodbye» — let’s get it on!

It’s the J-A-D-A, I got beef with the feds and the D-A

I got footage of the game, press replay

I got bitches in the club all over me, ma take it ea-sy

And y’all scared I can tell

That I’mma get Bucks like Milwaukee, cause like Sam, I ca' sell

I’m that nigga y’all know that

Bang you in tha yard then slide off on the early go-back

In the streets I flash the cannon like Kodak

And I spray threes, so say cheese

I already told you I’m lookin for enemies

Double R, so of course it’s better

I love cornrows and Farrah Fawcett feathers

It’s a message in a glass bottle read the letter

Money in the bank, membership, Visa sweaters

And we ride or d-i-e together

Uh uh, come on, put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that, put ya hands down

Come on, put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Y’all know I got the master flow, fast or slow

Y’all wanna know who the best is?

ask ya ho

The honies don’t lie they love it

And they cop for real, so trust me dogg, the thugs will dub it

'Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit

Therefore nobody ever gon' spit like I spit

Get money just to walk through, off the books

So when you mention my name, shit is off the hook

Shirts is off, titties is out

And you know when I’m there, hardest niggas in the city is out

I’m in the club, ice over the thermal, waitin' for you to try me-

When the lights get low I’mma burn you

Start with straight shots, and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models

You gotta slay two or more, ma, that’s our motto

And y’all might get down with the team if y’all swallow

(Muahh) Kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine

You thought wrong?

change ya mind

I’m the nigga that’ll pop the king, and scoop the queen

And take over the town with a ruthless team

New S-Type wagon, future green

Gun heavy, pants saggin, I’m used to cream

Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash?

Never did a day and got the jails on smash., K-I double

I move the perico quick, and let the manteca bubble

'Kiss been a boss, y’all just start workin

Now put ya hands up 'til ya’ll arms start hurtin

And don’t put 'em down 'til I tell you

Whoever wanna be hard headed’ll find out what the shells do

Now you can put 'em down if you want

But soon as the hook come back put 'em up!