Hands Up (Bonus Track)

Lyrics

[Hook] If you despise rappers who lie in their rhymes hands up If you could find nine out of ten of these guys who act tough And rap about gangsters and guns but never strap none Show me all your money and jewels (and throw your hands up) If you despise rappers who lie in their rhymes hands up If you could find nine out of ten of these guys who act tough And rap about gangsters and guns but never strap none Show a li'l love and support for your favourite act [Verse 1] In the dark with a baseball bat Serving the taste of crack And I'll murder your favourite rapper Then burgle his vacant flat There are various ways to die In the mind of a crazy guy I'll take away your life Turn up at the funeral to say goodbye Paper slice you to death with a twenty pound note After roll it up and sniff the pile of freshly ground coke I found upon your table Maybe for a slight joke I'll bring you back to life And make you watch the way your wife chokes Too many rappers talking harder than they'll ever be I'll drown you in a bath of piss, injecting you with LSD I carry guns that are bigger than fucking lamp posts To turn a landmark into a damp hole for your fam so Many nights I spent alone up in a cold cell With no bail But I don't care To me it's like a hotel I sell drugs to hells cubs In the slums depths I'll kill you for the cake And feed your family the crumbs left [Hook] So all you people throw your hands up If you could find nine out of ten of these guys who act tough And rap about gangsters and guns but never strap none Show me all your money and gems (and throw your hands up) If you despise rappers who lied in their rhymes hands up If you could find nine out of ten of these guys who act tough And rap about gangsters and guns but never strap none Show a li'l love and support for your favourite thug [Verse 2] In the night with a taste for blood Serving the ways of drugs And I'll murder your favourite rapper Then bury them deep in mud When I draw for the .22's Roll on a few crews And I'm holding a screw loose Head's on a short fuse I propose that you do choose To lose your new shoes Your drugs and your FUBU's Or I'll murder a few dudes 'Till your calling your close friends They'll be laid in a closed casket Burning at both ends I'm a case for the crazy basket, so Keep on talking I'll visit your family household And sew your mouth closed and leave you tied up in an alcove 'Till I'm satisfied I got your drugs, jewels and cash money I'll slap your baby mummy's face off if she acts funny I'm the wrong guy in the wrong place for the wrong tango Carry knifes in my bag to excite John Rambo On some bad mambo jambo If the plan goes slightly off the rails My long nose is like Django's [Hook] So all you people throw your hands up If you could find nine out of ten of these guys who act tough And rap about gangsters and guns but never strap none Show me all your money and gems (and throw your hands up) If you despise rappers who lied in their rhymes hands up If you could find nine out of ten of these guys who act tough And rap about gangsters and guns but never strap none Show a li'l love and support for your favourite thug