Hands High Songtext
von Masta Ace & Edo G

Yeah, A&E!
Uh, uh-huh
Yeah, uh
Woo! Yeah, yo, yeah

Y′all made noise off a phony promo
In a group or off homie solo

We cowboy these rappers like Tony Romo
Rip they posters, spit on they logo
Open they Pro Tools, erase they vocal
My point focal, I-N-T, y'all so local
I′m so global, noble, mobile to mogul
See it in slow-mo, take a photo
We burn kids like Chernobyl
'Cause my shit together like iced tea and cocoa
Or Pearl Harbor and Yamamoto
Y'all in the streets like hobos, let me tally up the total

You wanna fit in? I stand out


Don′t try to get in with your hand out
You ain′t a shady thug, you a ladybug
Who fly around friendly, homie, don't try to play me, scrub
You soft as baby wipes and baby rubs
And MCs is now pushing daisies up

Hands up high
Get your hands up, hands up high
Get them up, but we′re not gon' stick you
Get them high and we just might pick you
Get your hands up high
Get your hands up, hands up high
Get them up ′til you touch the sky
Get your hands, get 'em up, get ′em up, get 'em up, hands up high

Yeah, ain't too many better than us, cat
Y′all must′ve been somewhere living in a hole like muskrats
If you don't know the A&E generals, we keep it strong
Like we been taking vitamins and minerals
And ginseng root, heavy on the fruit


Your girl lips cute, play the medley on the flute
A&E heavy like a Chevy on the loop
Drown y′all niggas, break a levee on your group
Look, I see them rims on that new coupe, ooh!
But stop fucking with the E, 'cause this is like a coup
And stop fucking with me, this is like a clue
We will get you stuck, this is like a glue
The industry is so full of snakes and predators
Out on the prowl, nigga, this is like a zoo

This that walk-in, one-take banger
We got way harder shit, this is like a two, come on

Hands up high
Get your hands up, hands up high
Get them up, but we′re not gon' stick you
Get them high and we just might pick you
Get your hands up high
Get your hands up, hands up high
Get them up ′til you touch the sky
Get your hands, get 'em up, get 'em up, get ′em up, hands up high

Yeah, yo, say what I want, don′t care about the backlash
Call me a genius, call me a jackass
All you do is talk trash with your wack ass
A&E stack cash on these niggas' black ass
Act gas, Ed′ll go hard, no half-ass
No comparison or contrast
Shake my hand, you touch great, I frustrate
You hold shit together with bubble gum and duct tape

Yo, we walk with the torch, we be on the march
We stiff competition like easy on the starch
Y'all a bunch of country bumpkins
Y′all should be home eating chicken, looking greasy on the porch
We in it for the win, next mixtape drop
Y'all DJs better spin it in your blend
Facebook, MySpace, send it to your friend
A&E here and we in it ′til the end, come on

Hands up high
Get your hands up, hands up high
Get them up, but we're not gon' stick you
Get them high and we just might pick you
Get your hands up high
Get your hands up, hands up high
Get them up ′til you touch the sky
Get your hands, get ′em up, get 'em up, get ′em up, hands up high