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letra de throw your hands up - 2pac

[intro: 2pac]
(i love this motherf-cka tryna catch me)
(f-ck this n-gga)
(what’s happen, what’s happen)
(f-ck you wanna trip fool, what’s happen n-gga fool)
(we can throw it off n-gga)
two n-ggas about to have a fight, look, look, check it out
(we can throw it off n-gga)
(what’s up n-gga?, what’s up?)
throw yo mothaf-ckin’ hands up n-gga, throw yo hands up
that’s right, we gone take it back
these mothaf-ckas goin’ to start catchin’ lefts and rights and uppercuts
i don’t give a f-ck
put your guns down, lets have fun now
throw your hands up, that’s right n-gga
we goin’ ol’ school on these suckas

[verse 1: 2pac]
how many suckas wanna see me
jealous, cause they peepin’ me on tv
mad, cause they b-tches wanna g me
now take it easy, it ain’t my fault to see a hooker
you should’ve shook her, don’t playahate me when i took her
life of a crook, look at them thug n-ggas ballin’ y’all
i gotcha hoochies full of liquor f-ckin’ all of y’all
and my, name!!, will be synonymous with spittin’ game
slangin’ ‘caine, it ain’t the same, n-ggas better change
them 3 strikes will have ya stretched fo’ life
get arrested twice the third time fo’ life
and i, don’t think you understand me g
that penitentiary time just ain’t the plan for me
i got a, new thang; getcha papers and do thangs
n-ggas ain’t followin’ ya true game
cause if they was, they wouldn’t be runnin’ for they trunk
every time that it’s time for funk
mothaf-cka throw yo hands up

[hook: 2pac, k!lla, moe zmd & ronnie love]
leave the guns and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gga when the time is on
throw ya hands (just throw ya hands up)
throw ya hands up in the air (get ’em up, come on)
throw ya hands up
leave the guns and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gga when the time is on
(we no punk ya little trick -ss n-gga, come on)
throw ya hands up (just throw ya hands up)
throw ya hands up (get ’em up)

[verse 2: 2pac]
could it be, that controversy was my destiny
i let my anger get the best of me
everywhere we hang its the same thang
in ’95 you can die if ya gang bang
you could survive, gettin’ high like a true g
can’t close my eyes cause these cowards wanna do me
and sue me i’ve been hustlin’ since day one
out on the block and never stop until my pay come
but now a days its like bang, bang, duck quick
i guess you rookies tough sh-t, cause you bust clips
but suck d-ck, cause a kid got his cap pealed
the rap deal from the phonies who pack steel
and act ill, everybody wanna act hard
i swear to god it’s the season to pull a n-gga card
you f-ckin’ frauds can’t handle business like a soldier
i bet you too petrified to throw it from the shoulders
n-gga, now throw your hands up

[hook: 2pac k!lla, moe zmd & ronnie love]
leave the guns and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gga when the time is on
throw ya hands up
throw ya hands up (what you scared of n-gga, what you goin’ for the trunk man, what!)
get ’em up, come on (throw ya hands up)
leave the guns and the knives at home
(sucka -ss)
don’t be a punk -ss n-gga when the time is on (i knew he was a punk)
(throw ya hands up) throw ya hands up
just throw ya hands up
(that n-gga [?] little trick to listen up)
get ’em up

[verse 3: 2pac]
last year motherf-ckers tried to bury me deep
i had a beef in every city, screamin’ f-ck the police
couldn’t sleep, i’m havin’ thoughts about the baddest b-tches
picture me mobbin’ in a rag with switches, punk snitch
i let a trick be a trick when he slippin’, leave ’em sleepin’
in the middle of the streets while i’m pimpin’
you can throw a sign but i’m blind to that punk sh-t
runnin’ with some real motherf-ckers and we run sh-t
f-ck the dumb sh-t, i ain’t stoppin’ it’s a high speed
rollin’ on the 405 puffin’ thai weed
i’m shiftin’ gears, then i disappear
listen here, if they take me alive i’m doin’ years
but still no fear cause i don’t think they can catch me
this 350 will put the b-tches right in back of me
they won’t jack me and just when i thought i p-ssed
i f-cked around and went low on gas
all i heard was “throw yo hands up”

[hook: 2pac, k!lla, moe zmd & ronnie love]
leave ya guns and ya knives at home (d-mn)
don’t be a punk -ss n-gga when the time is on (shift too, sh-t)
throw ya hands up
throw ya hands up , get ’em up, come on (throw ya hands)
leave ya guns and ya knives at home
(hey don’t shoot n-gga, i got my hands up, don’t shoot)
don’t be a punk -ss n-gga when the time is on
throw ya hands up
throw ya hands up
(don’t shoot, my hands up, i’m comin’ out the car now)
get ’em up
throw ya hands up

[outro: 2pac]
all y’all n-ggas out there thinkin’ y’all really like you know
tearin’ sh-t up
but ya really ain’t bro
you only sendin’ the police to the blocks faster
soon them n-ggas gone be comin’ wit’ army tanks and sh-t
just mowin’ n-ggas down
plus half you mothaf-ckas can’t shoot no one
put the mothaf-ckin’ guns down
n-gga lets take it from the shoulders
if you a real mothaf-ckin’ soldier

[hook: k!lla, moe zmd & ronnie love]
leave the guns and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gga when the time is on
throw ya hands
(just throw ya hands up, get ’em up, come on)
leave the guns and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gga when the time is on
throw ya hands
(just throw ya hands up, get ’em up) throw ya hands up
leave the guns and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gga when the time is on
throw ya hands
(just throw ya hands up, get ’em up, come on)
leave the guns and the knives at home
don’t be a punk -ss n-gga when the time is on
throw ya hands
(just throw ya hands up, get ’em up)

oh, we don’t need no gat
we don’t have to go out like that
just throw ya mothaf-ckin’ hands in the air
we don’t need no gat
we don’t have to go out like that
just throw ya mothaf-ckin’ hands in the air
come on!!
throw ya hands in the air
wave ’em like you just don’t care
oooooh yea..
and ain’t no thang about to pump
just throw ya hands in the air

- 2pac

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