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Touch the Sky

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

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