"Put Ya Hands Up" lyrics
(from "Power Book III: Raising Kanan, Season 4" soundtrack)
Look, I'm Rochester's finest, I'm up late, upstate
Mask and a duct tape, on it till the sun break
Broke, trying to get dough, you can hear the wind blow
Creeping through your window, so I gotta tiptoe
Now I'm in your basement, I saw a couple paintings
Then I spot the safe by the Christmas decorations
Heard a couple footsteps, you don't wanna look yet
You know what I'm bringing, shots get to ringing
Now you know what's next, gotta load up the TEC
I caught homie slipping 'cause he couldn't hold his breath
I heard him breathing, trigger squeezing
Now he leaking, bleeding, be in the morgue for the weekend
Back to the block, he couldn't make it by a long shot
Get up off them diamonds, I can take 'em to the pawn shop
Believing the hype, any means for the ice
This a heist, I'm moving like a thief in the night
Put ya hands up, yeah, nigga, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Take a nigga paper, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
Put ya hands up, yeah, nigga, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Catch a rapper slipping, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
I said it's New York's finest, I shoot cops, I move rocks
Hustle on two blocks, stash in a shoe box
Feel like a giveaway, should've picked a different day
House party getaway, if you think I'm kidding, play
Back to the corner, so I can kick my feet up
I'm waiting on a re-up, a lot they gotta clean up
Had to do it my way, caught 'em on the driveway
Then I let that nine spray, pay me by Friday
Put ya hands up, yeah, nigga, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Take a nigga paper, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
Put ya hands up, yeah, nigga, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Catch a rapper slipping, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
Put ya hands up
I told you tuck your chain in, nigga
If you want to keep that shit, keep it from me, nigga
Put ya hands up
I'm on your motherfucking ass
Put ya hands up
Rilla
Put ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Mask and a duct tape, on it till the sun break
Broke, trying to get dough, you can hear the wind blow
Creeping through your window, so I gotta tiptoe
Now I'm in your basement, I saw a couple paintings
Then I spot the safe by the Christmas decorations
Heard a couple footsteps, you don't wanna look yet
You know what I'm bringing, shots get to ringing
Now you know what's next, gotta load up the TEC
I caught homie slipping 'cause he couldn't hold his breath
I heard him breathing, trigger squeezing
Now he leaking, bleeding, be in the morgue for the weekend
Back to the block, he couldn't make it by a long shot
Get up off them diamonds, I can take 'em to the pawn shop
Believing the hype, any means for the ice
This a heist, I'm moving like a thief in the night
Put ya hands up, yeah, nigga, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Take a nigga paper, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
Put ya hands up, yeah, nigga, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Catch a rapper slipping, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
I said it's New York's finest, I shoot cops, I move rocks
Hustle on two blocks, stash in a shoe box
Feel like a giveaway, should've picked a different day
House party getaway, if you think I'm kidding, play
Back to the corner, so I can kick my feet up
I'm waiting on a re-up, a lot they gotta clean up
Had to do it my way, caught 'em on the driveway
Then I let that nine spray, pay me by Friday
Put ya hands up, yeah, nigga, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Take a nigga paper, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
Put ya hands up, yeah, nigga, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Catch a rapper slipping, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
Put ya hands up
I told you tuck your chain in, nigga
If you want to keep that shit, keep it from me, nigga
Put ya hands up
I'm on your motherfucking ass
Put ya hands up
Rilla
Put ya hands up
Put ya hands up
