Mobb Deep - Throw Your Hands (In The Air) lyrics

Kanye.. And we have.. M-O-B-B, Yo, Yeah

C'mon drop that, Yeah, Uh-huh

Just throw your hands in the air

Yeah.. Yo

I'm there for you, here with you, it's clear its crystal

I air before you only get stronger the things, you been through

I don't kill you thats what it'll do

Run with a few multiple-scribed, they say we belong in a fuckin' zoo

We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin' the love

Often above them cowards and them so called thugs

When we come through respect is there, cause we demand it

Know the mobb is in the building, we officially landed

Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers, they can't stand us

Try to raid us the faggots snitchin' and got the cameras

Cock the cannons but shorty just keep dancin' cuz it might

be a chance that it won't pop off

If it do stay close to the wall, we gettin' it on

You about to witness fellas who gifted in brawl

My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin' you off

This southern cat finnin' to get it so kiss ya cross

So if you goin' thru it but you won't let it hold you down

(Just throw up your hands) C'mon ma

We gon party to the crack of dawn lets get it on with the girls and me and my mans

Theres only few things i die for

Infamous my family, this money, sonny I hit the sky for

we don't take time off, we take rhymes off

Come with somethin better than that, to blow your mind more

Gettin our shine on... I think this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb

Rain on your parade and you can thank god

Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin'

Really it wasnt called for, and you don't want it

to call for it, don't play my gun, it go off

Inside of your head oops, niggaz be dead

Then we drooped in the Coupes real heavy on the gas

Out there like the concord

I show you how to get murdered, and the cops never catch on

I show you how to do songs, then after than show

you how to do them contracts and get yours

We ain't finished yet c'mon baby bring it back c'mon

You know that thing in the stash box

Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt, you know we gon lock ass

Inevitable, can't control them slugs

Came from a place, that shape and mold them thugs

Flood the block with nothin but that gangsta shit

Y'all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch.

It's plain to see, that you could never snake me

I never let the grass grow past my Nikes

Summertime in our wife beats, boiled this brick

outside with thermo shirts underneath tees

I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people

Try and contest Mobb Deep

Uh, yeah, yeah, c'mon

Yeah

M-O-B-B Baby

(Just throw up your hands)

0-4.. Kanye

Flip it out my nigga