Handz Up

[Verse 1: Hi-Tek]
It's too much money to get, too many avenues
Too many punchin' the clock for a nigga to snooze
Too much hip hop in for a nigga to be crying the blues
A jazzy nigga straight from the Natti Zoo
Diamond laid the track so I jumped on the train
I'm Hi-Tek, what the hell is Mark Twain saying
I'm ahead of my time, niggas like dime
Show me the rope for what need to be climbed
Gotta shine cuz they barely hear my vocals
From the Midwest, so my music sound bi-coastal
I use to catch the greyhound to NY
With that MP-60 and a pound of that lye
Grind more, legend of the story the time told
If i had to do it again I do it ten fold
My love for the music way beyond
A couple dollars, a couple models and bottles of Dime
I'm...

[Chorus: Scratches]
Ain't nobody stopping us here
It's game time
I'm a whole di-different breed of man
Put yo hands up, put your hands up
Put yo hands up, put your hands up
Ain't nobody stopping us here
Stop-stop playing these childish games
Put yo hands up, put your hands up

[Verse 2: Diamond D]
(You damn right, I'm) Somebody
The coach of this shit, you know, Vince Lombardi
I run drills, call all the shots
All you do is pop pills, fuck all the thots
When this shit pops off, call all the cops
Niggas wanna walk the line, Johnny Cash
Talking money, but looking like 'I need cash' (That's right)
And I'm high, Stevie Ray Vaughan
On locked, but the MPC stays on (Uh)
The MPV plays on
[?] So NBC stays on, nigga
Lick a ball now, suck a dick later
Dope niggas out in the O, Dick Slater
Eating yo food with just a quick cater
Celebrating now, take the flick later
DMR niggas, no click greater

[Chorus: Scratches]
Ain't nobody stopping us here
It's game time
I'm a whole di-different breed of man
Put yo hands up, put your hands up
Put yo hands up, put your hands up
Ain't nobody stopping us here
Stop-stop playing these childish games
Put yo hands up, put your hands up