Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ 50 Cent Album: Rotten Apple Song: Hands Up Typed by: notorious70@hotmail.com Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up 1- [50 Cent] (Lloyd Banks) Hands up! shorty when you party with me We goin' way past quarter to three (I say hands up!) I'm good in the VIP I got my hammer right here with me (I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks You gotta learn to respect the jux (I say hands up!) Everything ain't cool as the fame And this shit ain't as sweet as it looks (I say hands up!) 2- [Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent) You know I'm puttin something on me Right before I leave outta the car (We came to party) You go tough talkin at me You gon' leave out the club wit a scar (We came to party) We pop bottles like it's all free 'Fore I leave I'ma buy out the bar (We came to party) You gon' order whatchu want it's on me I'm a G take a look at a star (we came to party) [Lloyd Banks] It feels so good to live sucka free I'm soakin' it all up while your girls suckin' me It mean the world to her, it's nuttin' but a nut to me Look miss get a grip, or let a mothafucker be I'm a rap star, who 'posed to be ridin' around in that car Two in the front, in the back got the plasma This ain't a free ride, you gotta have the gas ma I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma And I'm busy so I move a bit faster You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya, huh I'm a bastard, damn near chauvinist, hand over the plastic Cause they wanna see ya man go in the casket Rule number one, keep ya gun or get ya ass hit And that's it, lights off and ya body stiff By the same niggas you used to party with Repeat 1 Repeat 2 [Lloyd Banks] Yea I cruise throught strip, 22's on the whip, new Ruger on the hip Thousand dollar outfit, never stooge never slip Follow rules or get whipped, nigga move or get hit I don't care whose on the strip It ain't only the Ferrari now, the jewels got 'em sick Now it's two thousand six, I needa new bottom list It's aight they can talk, I'm amused by the pricks I'm the news out the bricks, nigga whose hot as this? I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick My niggaz ice grill, but it ain't the same They don't see the faces, they just see the chains like OOH when ya get 'em, they don't know you with me They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me This regular shit, the everyday mentality They charged up, don't make me put in the battery Repeat 1 Repeat 2 Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up