up to your job and handcuff your boss Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off Then sit you up on the copy machine Make copies of your
up, you gotta pay to get your goodies back This is where the hood iz at, like pac we hit'em up (hit em up) wit one touch of the fully mac index on the
throw your gang sign up, and then I'll spit on my hand give me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chain that's your girl, bitch get over
just leanin and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene just got some drank from that boy with that bird and you know we just hooked up on some syrup
shook up when my mic's hooked up Let's get it on! [chorus]x2 Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on) All you wack rappers hit the floor [2pac
down to another man I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands Smother your clan! Sever your hand and your legs And mail your brother your heart, and send your mother your
drop, wa-la. That's right, 1997, the Demon Executor up in this peace, I'm gonna kill all y'all demons! Chorus- Throw yo' hands way up in the air, that
Hundred pack on iTunes trying to make cream back Yeah, the key's cooked and the bricks is stovetop It's Chef Boyardee flipping nicks on your whole block [Verse 2
Now everybody throw you hands up (hands up ...) Now throw your hands up (hands up ...) Throw your hands up (hands up ...) Now throw your hands up (hands up
stop me My bump and grind'll do ya' every time Come get a blast of this thug passion it'll blow ya' mind Hey, throw up your legs, rap them **** around
gang bang Wearing that red and blue start lying Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs No peace, got nothing live for, deceased By the hands of that
drift. f-ck the cheddar or whatever, it don?t measure up to this. I mean, never did I ever not remember you exsist. when I hop up out my bed, hands together
This be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop We lost 2 ill niggaz BIG and 2Pac This goes to all of us so peep the session from your nigga
Up outta there Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party (Turn that shit up, G) Oh shit, you done fucked up now You done just put to of Americas most wanted
's regardless Drive-by, niggas bow down thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up
police can't fade me And maybe We can have peace someday 'G' But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down tha barrell of my 9 Get up Cause it'
no one can stop me my bump and grind will do you everytime come get a blast of this Thug passion and blow your mind hey, throw up your legs, wrap those