2Pac - Hands Up

How many suckas wanna see me, jealous, cause they peepin me on tv mad, cause they bitches wanna G me now take it easy, it ain't my fault to see a hooka, you shoulda shooka don't playa hate me when I tooka life of a crook look at them thug niggas ballin y'all, I gotcha hoochies full of liquor fucking all a y'all and my, name will be synonymous with spittin game slangin' 'caine, it ain't the same niggas betta change them 3 strikes will have ya stretched fo life get arrested twice the third time fo life, and I don't think you understand me G that penitentiary time just ain't the plan fo me I got a, new thang, get cha paperz and do thang niggas ain't following ya true game, cause if they was they wouldn't be runnin' for they trunk every time that its time for funk mothafucka Throw Yo Hands Up [Chorus] Leave the guns and the knives at home don't be a punk ass nigga when the time is on throw ya hands (throw ya hands up) throw ya hands up in the air (get em up) come on throw ya hands up leave the guns and the knives at home don't be a punk ass nigga when the time is on (we don't punk ya trick ass nigga) come on throw ya hands up (throw ya hands up) throw ya hands up (get em up) [Verse 2] Could it be, that controversy was my destiny I let my anger get the best of me everywhere we hang its the same thang in '95 you can die if ya gang bang you could survive, gettin' high like a true G can't close my eyes cause these cowards wanna do me and sue me I've been hustlin' since day one out on the block and neva stop until my pay come but now a days its like bang, bang, duck quick I guess you rookies tough shit, cause you bust clips but suck dick cause a kid got his cap pealed the rap deal, from the phonies who pack steel and act ill everybody wanna act hard I swear to god it's the season to pull a niggas card you fuckin fraud can't handle business like a souljah I bet you too petrified to throw it from the shoulda nigga, now Throw Your Hands Up [Chorus] Leave the gunz and the knives at home don't be a punk ass nigga when the time is on throw ya hands up (throw ya hands up) throw ya hands up (what you scared of nigga, what you goin for the trunk for) get em up, come on throw ya hands up leave the gunz and the knives at home don't be a punk ass nigga when the time is on (i knew you was a punk) throw ya hands up (throw ya hands up) (that nigga don't wanna fight) get em up (tell that lil trick to shut up) [Verse 3] Last year mothafuckas tryda bury me deep I had beef in every city screamin FUCK THE POLICE couldn't sleep I'm havin thoughts about the baddest bitches picture me mobbin in a rag wit switches punk snitch I let a trick be a trick when he slippin, leave em slippin in the middle of the streets while I'm pimpin you can throw a sign but I'm blind to that punk shit runnin with some real mothafuckas and we run shit fuck the dumb shit I ain't stoppin its a high speed rollin on tha 405 puffin thai weed I'm shiftin gears then I disappear listen here if they take me alive I'm doin' years but still no fear cause I don't think they can catch me this 350 will put the bitches right in back of me they wont jack me and just when I thought I passed I fucked around and went low on gas all I heard was Throw Yo Hands Up