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Tracey Lee - Keep Your Hands High lyrics

[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
f** that, I preach it, my nine reaches
The prestigious, cats who speak this, Willie sh**
Flood in pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smackin' cabbage, half-a** rappers, shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, the outcome, is usually
A beat down brutally, f** who you be, or where you from
West or East coast, squeeze toast, leave most
In the blood they layin' in, ask Tray and them

[Verse 2: Tracey Lee]
Oh sh**, I suppose it, time to go snitch
Flip a line and get the show lit
You clown n***as hold it
Down your flow lax, just so you know that
We could battle for days like old cats
Black, you dealing with a throw back
Winnin' like straight jacks, with a wide range of rhyme teams
My lyrics they bang like migraines
n***a my name, Tray the terrible
Philadelph, wild child incredible
Too sick for medical attention, people listen
It's verbal ascension, like Maxwell many dimensions
Flood over tracks, well, mics in critical condition
k**in' ya Maxell, unveil lyrical sk**s unknown
For my people with illegal cell phones
A real MC let's bring it back home
Live from the two-one-five, that lost a back bone
In charge, and heavily armed like Brett Favre
You for saw it, n***a stay down
Biggie make them hit the floor face down

[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]
What, what, what, the rings and things you sing about
Bring 'em out,, it's hard to yell, when the barrel's
In your mouth
It's more than I expected
I thought ya j**els was rented, but they wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat does it
Ran up in your shell about a dozen
You never seen Bank like, Frank White, ya hand clutchin'
Ya chest plate, contemplates, 'bout to die n***a wait
Keep yo' hands high

[Hook]
If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high
Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive
So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream
Why try, keep yo' hands high
You don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high
Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive
So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream
Why try, keep yo' hands high

High high, high high, high high, high high
High high, high high, high high

[Verse 4: Tracey Lee]
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Hey yo it's show time, so I'ma blow nines into your spine
So what's yours is mine
You know what this is
Bag the Benjamins with all ya riches
How quickly, the milli turn Willies to b**hes
Controllin' your fate, a hole in your plate
f** the show dates, I want the whole state
With squads hara**in', all of y'all n***as who flashin'
We doing this the Tray Lee way
Delay then n***a we spray
No ignoring us, me and Notorious

[Verse 5: Notorious B.I.G.]
I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due south with keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherf**er please, it's my block with my rocks
f** the hip-hop, them one-two's and it don't stop
Me and my n***a Lance, took Kim and Cease advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
From Branson, now we lamp in, twelve room mansions
b**hes get naked off Get Money, Playas Anthem
Don't forget One More Chance and, my other hits
Other sh** n***as spit be counterfeit
Robbing come naturally, in and out like f**in' rapidly
Pa** the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his back should be
Talkin' blasphemy, blastin' me
Your family rest in coffins often
Frankwizza, far from soft or fragilla
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper slash dope dealer
Slash guerilla, slash illest turned illa

[Verse 6: Tracey Lee]
So n***a keep yo' hands high
Run all your so called possessions, links with baguettes in
Keys to your Lex, for us to make your shorties dressed in
A full jack maneuver, don't no body move, just the moolah
It's RNF and Junior, M.A.F., runnin' through ya like Kahlua
If rum sung then you fly, n***as with the 45
But true lies, but you brought out the real n***a in me
Now I'ma cock the semi, watch you strip like Demi

[Hook]
If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high
Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive
So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream
Why try, keep yo' hands high
You don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high
Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive
So you know it's Tray and B-I, G schemin' on your cream
Why try, keep yo' hands high

High high, high high, high high, high high
High high, high high, high high
If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high....
If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high....
If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high...
If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high...
If you don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high...

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