Touch The Sky - Album Version (Edited)

Man, I run this rap shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I.P. to 2Pac Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga, roll that good shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high You wan' dance, let's dance, nigga, I take you to the prom I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm, I'm calm, nigga My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy Your fate, your death day to fuckin', come if you push me Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-oh after the four-four blow I get low, they say I go like a pro It's a wrap, and I'm ghost in the smoke like a roach You've been clapped and in fact there's no comin' back from that I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed Just my vest and my semi in the back of the Bentley Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone 'Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long So when I'm right I'm right and when I'm wrong I'm right I hit your ass up right, nigga, it's nighty night Man, I run this rap shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I.P. to 2Pac Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga, roll that good shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Aiyyo, I'm higher than a pilot, man, I catch a body, man Beat the case, I lie on the polygram These O.G.'s talkin 'bout, back in the days I have a R.I.P. sign on your MySpace page I'm in your top 8, nigga, drop 8, nigga GCT Coupe, it's sour grape, nigga I'm a ape, nigga, a guerilla in the mist I hold weight, nigga, my connect got bricks I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars Same house and still fuck the same broads Dreams of fuckin' an R 'n' B bitch Damn, you look good girl, but get your teeth fixed I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy Your next two songs, you do them shits with Pretty Ricky Seven-sixty, drive by light tint With two hoes in the whip lookin' like flint Man, I run this rap shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I.P. to 2Pac Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga, roll that good shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high