Man, I run this rap shit   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high   Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high      R.I.P. to 2Pac   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high   Nigga, roll that good shit   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high      You wan' dance, let's dance, nigga, I take you to the prom   I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm, I'm calm, nigga   My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man   My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand      I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy   Your fate, your death day to fuckin?, come if you push me   Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-oh after the four-four blow   I get low, they say I go like a pro      It's a wrap, and I'm ghost in the smoke like a roach   You've been clapped and in fact there's no comin? back from that   I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed   Just my vest and my semi in the back of the Bentley      Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone   ?Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long   So when I'm right I'm right and when I'm wrong I'm right   I hit your ass up right, nigga, it's nighty night      Man, I run this rap shit   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high   Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high      R.I.P. to 2Pac   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high   Nigga, roll that good shit   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high      Aiyyo, I'm higher than a pilot, man, I catch a body, man   Beat the case, I lie on the polygram   These O.G.'s talkin 'bout, back in the days   I have a R.I.P. sign on your MySpace page      I'm in your top 8, nigga, drop 8, nigga   GCT Coupe, it's sour grape, nigga   I'm a ape, nigga, a guerilla in the mist   I hold weight, nigga, my connect got bricks      I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars   Same house and still fuck the same broads   Dreams of fuckin? an R 'n' B bitch   Damn, you look good girl, but get your teeth fixed      I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy   Your next two songs, you do them shits with Pretty Ricky   Seven-sixty, drive by light tint   With two hoes in the whip lookin? like flint      Man, I run this rap shit   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high   Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high      R.I.P. to 2Pac   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high   Nigga, roll that good shit   Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high