Hands In The Air Lyrics - Az

When the song come on hands in the air, We surfaced consumer's pre-purchase 

Guess who's back on the charts and he's nervous 

Elite service, amongst men that beat murders 

Fish-fillet lover, brother, don't eat burgers 

Rap slowest, those that hold the gats know this 

Biblical facts I'm about to re-enact Moses 

Uh huh 

Misery's back, I'm calligraphy on niggery tracks 

Epidemy, it's seems like most consider me that, literally 

It's like wizardry with me and the raps 

And getting rid of me, somebody's insecurity lacks 

Lucid, never biting or track boosting, it's too confusing 

I supply what the fiends shooting 

Front's is needed, I was once young and anemic 

'Till I found a few players to team with 

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When the song come on hands in the air I'm like the spring in a .45 colt pistol 

Know the initials I gleam like a coke crystal 

With most fickle, too serious to joke with you 

Weak lungs was too laid-back to blow whistles 

Far away and two cellphones with calls waiting 

Parlaying two red-bones and I'm more patient 

Spreeing on the form's fragrance 

Leaving stores on every floor evermore vacant 

We all chasing the thoughts of assort places 

Bringing serenity back from all the court cases 

And lost races, chose to expose little 

Rap rugal, cockback smack your screw's loose 

Axe Noodles rose amongst who ever 

A Jewel tellers smooth fellas 

Elders schooled me to do better 

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When the song come on hands in the air O's kept, dice out, no bets 

Lights out, I'm a Vet, y'all no threat 

Piped out, something stretch, it's cold sex 

Nice house, run around, in old sweats 

Can't see me, don't try it, can't be me 

Won't tire, y'all cowards can't leave me 

Locked in, flow-wise I'm top ten 

Hop in, low-ride, I'm not him 

Hold heavy, it's hot, hope glow's ready 

So deadly, this is not Hov' and Kelly 

We hog tie 'em, nothing's plated, dark iron 

The god's rhyming, thru the conduit the car's flying 

Coke wit it, the doe did it, hoes get it 

Unstable, still able to blow digits. 

When the song come on hands in the air (5.5x)