Keep Your Hands High

Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Tracey Lee] Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches The prestigious cats that speak this Willie shit Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches Smack your cabbage, half-ass rappers shouldn't have it So I grab it, never run, the outcome Is usually a beat down brutally, fuck who you be Or where you from, West or East coast, squeeze toast Leave most in the blood they laying in, ask Tray and them Oh shit, I suppose it's, time to go snitch Flip a line and get the show lit, you clown niggas hold it Down your flow lax just so you know that We could battle for days like old cats black, you dealin' with a throwback Winnin' like straight jacks, with a wide range of rhyme teams My lyrics they bang like migraines, nigga my name's Tray the terrible, Philadelph wild child incredible Too sick for medical attention (aaahhh), people listen It's verbal ascension like Maxwell many dimensions Flood over tracks, well, mics in critical condition Killing your Maxell, unveil lyrical skills unknown For my peoples with illegal cell phones A real MC let's bring it back home, live from the two-one-five That lost a back bone, in charge And heavily armed like Brett Favre, you facade niggas stay down Biggie make them hit the floor face down (What, what, what) Them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in yo mouth It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels were rented But they wasn't, so run it, cousin I could chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in your shell about a dozen You never seen bank like, Frank White Your hand clutching, your chest plate, contemplates You 'bout to die nigga wait, keep your hands high [Chorus: Tracey Lee] If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know, it's Tray and B-I, G, scheming on your cream Why try, keep yo' hands high You don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know, it's Tray and B-I, G, schemin' on your cream Why try, keep yo' hands high (High high, high high, high high, high high High high, high high, high high) [Verse 2: Tracey Lee & The Notorious B.I.G.] Ayo, it's showtime, so I'ma blow nines, into your spine 'Til what's yours is mines, you know what this is Bag the Benjamins with all your riches How quickly, the milli turns Willies to bitches, controllin' your fate A hole in your plate, fuck the show dates, I want the whole state The squad's harassing all of y'all niggas who flashing We doin' this the Tray Lee way, delay, then nigga we spray No ignoring us, me and Notorious (Uhh, uhh) I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due south with keys Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's and ya don't stops Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants From Branson, now we lamping, twelve room mansion Bitches get naked off Get Money, Player's Anthem Don't forget, One More Chance and my other hits Other shit, niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come naturally In and out like fuckin' rapidly, pass the gat to me Make his chest rest where his back should be Talking blasphemy, blasting me, your family, rest in coffins often Frank Wizza, far from soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer Slash gorilla, slash illest turned iller So nigga keep your hands high, run all your so-called possessions Links with baguettes in, keys to your Lex For us to make your shorties dressed in, a full jack maneuver Don't nobody move, just the moolah It's RNF and Junior, M.A.F. running through ya like Kahlua If rum sung then you fly, niggas with the .45 But True Lies, you brought out the real nigga in me Now I'ma cock the semi, watch you strip like Demi [Chorus: Tracey Lee] If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know it's Tray and B-I G, scheming on your cream Why try, keep your hands high You don't wanna die, keep your hands high Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know it's Tray and B-I, G, scheming on your cream Why try, keep your hands high High high, high high, high high, high high High high, high high, high high If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high.... If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high.... If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high... If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high... If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high...