CHRIS WARD - Hands Up Again lyrics

[talking:]

Haters, you got five seconds to stop what you doing

And shake the room niggaz, with an additional three seconds

To get in whatever you pushing, and shake the lot

Ladies, that gives you about eight seconds

To grab your purses tight, and come on up to the front

Where the playas, thugs and the gangstas at come on

Uh huh uh huh, yeah uh uh

[Chris Ward:]

They call me C-H-R-I, to the S

I'm a gang and a rap star, I'm the best

I'm the young dude, that they label fresher than fresh

Gutter smooth suave, and finesse

Style is endless, I blow shots through your thin vest

Leave you and your men stressed, like you just took ten tests

Four fo' pounders, is what I bench press

And in the end, will I win yes

I flow as if I know, that I've been blessed

Though I'm a king, cause in the ring a four princess

All this hate going around, is senseless

They dickriders, see how much they keep me in mess

I suggest, y'all quit acting like you know me

Hollin' what's up Lil' Chris, what's happening whoadie

Spectators, just hand me my trophy

I'm the franchise like Steve, plus I ball like Kobe

Don't talk to me, bout MC's got skills

He's alright, but he's not real

C-Weez bout scrill, blowing trees out the Deville

Running through boys hoes, like a two minute drill

I'm like Hump, from Sucka Free for real

Cause none of you chumps, can sucker me with a deal

You can't, fuck with me for a mill

Even if you come with two, you can't fuck with me still

So you got a flow, that's iight with me

You got a lil' do', that's iight with me

You got a lil' glow, that's a sight to see

But none of y'all motherfuckers, is tight as me

You know, C dot W-A-R to the D

Got mo' connects, than AT&T

Just listen around, it sounds like they being me

Cause I spit sermons, like Anfernee from EPMD

I do gangsta raps, so they say I'm a G.M.C.

Got a chromed out Denali, a GMC

No hate, it's just love from the M.O.B.

To D.E.A. to B.B.S., to C.M.G.

Much respect, to the whole S.U.C.

And don't speak to me bitch, unless you S.U.C.

I stay boss hogging, like Slim Thee and E.S.G.

Got so much game, I oughtta build a PS3

Not just the rookie of the year, I'm the M.V.P.

So that's why, these red-shirters envy me

I'm bout to, blow this bitch like TNT

Getting dirty money, like Pimp C and B-U-N-B

I'm still uncut and lethal, like PCP

And keep it ghetto, from here to the Bronx to the CPT

Now go backwards, you know I got that N-U-G

And if I e-mail you shots, I'ma send you three nigga

Stay wilding, Mob-Style'ing

Be on the court with the Knicks, repping Houston like Allen

Now in this city, we are the dream team

Cause everybody dreams, to be on our dream team

The thing seems to be, I am a power house

We have nothing in common, you is a coward mouse

Uh oh, you've been discovered

Ain't no secret I done peeped it, you just blown your cover

See us niggaz, we never trip with no brizzoad

Can't trust em like niggaz, they all so frizzuad

I'm back, lik MJ

So from this day forth, y'all can all call me Chris Wizzard

Get it Chris Wizzard, I go hard in the paint

Po' up and lean, go hard off of paint

You can't and you ain't, gon stop me mayn

Been wrecking since 9-8, when I first got in the game

See I don't stop, and I won't stop

Ery'body asking Whoadie, when your album gon drop

And if it could sell in jail, I'll go three times plat

Naw I'm fucking wit ya, three times that

I know cats that buy my c.d.'s, and slam em to the side

But because of they girlfriends, they jam em in they ride

Least you could do, is jam em with pride

I'm your wifey's number one, damn this is live

Now you can love me or hate me, or just love to hate me

Whichever is quite whatever, love me or hate me

Just don't come around, talking bout you miss me though

Yeah right I believe ya, Ms. Cleo

This here, ain't no mystery bro

Peep game, I'm bout to make history hoe

See you know, just like they know

That we all know, that I got flow

So when you see me enter the do', Gucci from head to toe

Just remember, this is some'ing we all seen befo'

So whenever whenever was, we fall in your club

Don't hate participate, put your hands up

Put your hands up, niggaz

Bitches, busters, hustlers uh

With your mug on mean, cause you know we be thugging

Mob Style in the house, that's the way we be clubbing nigga

Uh uh yeah uh uh, put your hands up niggaz

Bitches busters, hustlers uh

With your mug on mean, cause you know we be thugging

H-Town in the house, that's the way we be clubbing nigga

[talking:]

Yeah hands up, hands up hands up

Hands up nigga