Throw Your Hands (in The Air) Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

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 

(Havoc) 

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 

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(Chorus) 

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 

(Prodigy) 

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 

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(Chorus 2x) 

(Havoc) 

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. 

(Prodigy) 

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 

(Chorus) 

Yeah 

M-O-B-B Baby 

(Just throw up your hands) 

0-4. Kanye 

Flip it out my nigga