Tekster:
Hands Up Squad

get ya all that shit what's up little Alice in wonderland, you bitch we are coming and you can suck the dick, work it tight 'Cause I know what's up

Let me hear you say fire it up (fire it up) Say fire it up (fire it up) All my people just wave your hand Getting money all across the land One time

Quarter mill for the show, really though, wassup? Louis duffel bag stay loaded up Get her to the hotel, betta know what's up With the niggas out there get the holdin' up

movin' around Give me a pound, all of my niggaz holdin' it down Cuttin' you up, the new shit, ruckin' you up Fuckin' you up, my black hole, suckin' you up

Claiming that you got a new style Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile Your puerile Brain waves are sterile You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's Laced with malice Hands

see this shit So I'm on the telephone callin up the squad "Get your shit together, nigga, we finna mob" Before I hung up the phone, niggas was lettin

you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like ay, ay, ay Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up

Ya'll switch it up Ya'll switch it up I got em ya'll switch it up I got a nine cove tightly So u betta do da right thing Dey ain't like spitely So u so

a nigga jump stupid then its two things Hands and Feet If I holla Squad Up