[Chorus: Twista]
Hands uuuuup, lay dowwwwwn
Count to ten before you get up off the ground
When you do I disappear, like the matrix
But if you don't, then my thumper gon' leave you wasted
Hands uuuuup, lay dowwwwwn
Count to ten before you get up off the ground
When you do I disappear, like the matrix
But if you don't, then my thumper gon' leave you wasted
[Verse 1: Twista]
Dude tried to steal on me, so I'm already pumped (WHAT!)
Why you steady standin' there talkin' that shit? B-Hype gon' go to the trunk
Unload the fivers, SKs and millimeter choppers
I got niggas that be killers with some shit that when you shoot it on the block it sound like a helicopter
It's hard out ch'ere, motherfuckers ain't got no work
It's a few niggas got cocaine, few niggas got dope, most niggas got purp'
Lil' nigga tried to play you shady, instead of yellin' out three folks and almighty
They be talkin' 'bout '80s babies, shorties that was born in the '90s is grimy
No respect and no morals, actin' like you owe that shit
Fuck up out my face big homie, matter fact gon' load that shit
It done got so crazy up in the streets sometimes I can't believe that this my land
Lil' girls used to wanna fuck a dope boy, now they wanna fuck a stick-up man
[Chorus: Twista]
Hands uuuuup, lay dowwwwwn
Count to ten before you get up off the ground
When you do I disappear, like the matrix
But if you don't, then my thumper gon' leave you wasted
Hands uuuuup, lay dowwwwwn
Count to ten before you get up off the ground
When you do I disappear, like the matrix
But if you don't, then my thumper gon' leave you wasted
Hands uuuuup, lay dowwwwwn
Count to ten before you get up off the ground
When you do I disappear, like the matrix
But if you don't, then my thumper gon' leave you wasted
Hands uuuuup, lay dowwwwwn
Count to ten before you get up off the ground
When you do I disappear, like the matrix
But if you don't, then my thumper gon' leave you wasted
[Verse 1: Twista]
Dude tried to steal on me, so I'm already pumped (WHAT!)
Why you steady standin' there talkin' that shit? B-Hype gon' go to the trunk
Unload the fivers, SKs and millimeter choppers
I got niggas that be killers with some shit that when you shoot it on the block it sound like a helicopter
It's hard out ch'ere, motherfuckers ain't got no work
It's a few niggas got cocaine, few niggas got dope, most niggas got purp'
Lil' nigga tried to play you shady, instead of yellin' out three folks and almighty
They be talkin' 'bout '80s babies, shorties that was born in the '90s is grimy
No respect and no morals, actin' like you owe that shit
Fuck up out my face big homie, matter fact gon' load that shit
It done got so crazy up in the streets sometimes I can't believe that this my land
Lil' girls used to wanna fuck a dope boy, now they wanna fuck a stick-up man
[Chorus: Twista]
Hands uuuuup, lay dowwwwwn
Count to ten before you get up off the ground
When you do I disappear, like the matrix
But if you don't, then my thumper gon' leave you wasted
Hands uuuuup, lay dowwwwwn
Count to ten before you get up off the ground
When you do I disappear, like the matrix
But if you don't, then my thumper gon' leave you wasted
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