Songtexte:
Hands Up Squad

get ya all that shit what's up little Alice in wonderland, you bitch we are coming and you can suck the dick, work it tight 'Cause I know what's up

With 21 Guns To Shoot, Against Your Squad, My Unit Out To Get This Loot, Against All Odds [Tony Yayo:] My Revolvers On My Gucci Belt, Hand On The Metal

dollar counts Bustas is jealous and half these niggaz is punks They runnin off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic

secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are talkin Lil' Trigga's gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin (Hand in hand

: [Eat a dick up] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin,

ruckus [Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The

convict I live wild beat cases before a trial Grand jury style I'm foul You wondering why I don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now Son I be the

blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, wit homicidal intentions I reign terror, on any cliq or squad

Anyone'll fight in my squad Find me on monster.com not lookin' for a job Put out hits like I was workin' for the mob With a bottle in my hand and a tendency