Hands Up
Lloyd Banks feat. 50 Cent & FLER Lyrics


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Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Hands up, shorty when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my h***** right here with me
I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party
You go tough talkin' at me you
Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to party

We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party

It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl s***in' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a n** to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherf***er be

I'm a rap star who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the g** ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma

And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
I'm a b******
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic

'Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one, keep your g** and get your a** hit, that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same n****s you used to party with

Hands up, shorty when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my h***** right here with me

I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party
You go tough talkin' at me you
Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to party

We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party

I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip
New r*** gonna hit thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip, follow rules or get whip
N**** move or get hit, I don't care who's on the strip

It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by them p*****
I'm the news out the bricks n**** who's hot as this

I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I f*** the drool outta chick
My n****z ice grill, but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces, they just see the chains like

Ooh, when ya get 'em, they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This regular s***, the everyday mentality
They charged up, don't make me put in the battery

I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party
You go tough talkin' at me you
Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to party

We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up




Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Overall Meaning

The song "Hands Up" by Lloyd Banks ft 50 Cent is an upbeat party anthem that puts the focus on living life on your own terms. With repeated exhortations to "put 'em up," the song is all about having a good time and refusing to be held down by anyone or anything. The lyrics speak to a desire for freedom, for independence, for being the best possible version of oneself. In this world of crooks and thugs, the only way to survive is to embrace the power of the moment and to let go of all inhibitions. The V.I.P. lifestyle is alluring, but it comes with its own set of challenges, as the singer reminds us that "everything ain't cruise to fame."


In many ways, "Hands Up" is a celebration of the G-Unit brand and its iconic status within the world of hip-hop. The references to fancy cars, expensive outfits, and lavish parties are all part of the larger-than-life persona that 50 Cent has created for himself. This song is an affirmation of that persona, a statement of confidence and swagger that helps to reinforce the image of 50 Cent and his crew as the ultimate arbiters of cool. When the beat drops and the crowd starts shouting along, it's clear that this is a song designed to get everyone hyped up and ready to party.


Line by Line Meaning

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Raise your hands as we're about to party


Hands up, shorty when you party with me
Raise your hands if you're with me for a wild party


We goin' way past quarter to three
We'll be partying until the early hours of the morning


I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.
Raise your hands, I'm VIP and in control


I got my h***** right here with me
I have my crew with me


I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
Raise your hands, we're not here to play games, we're dangerous


You gotta learn to respect the jooks
You need to respect gangsters if you want to party with us


I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
Raise your hands, it's not all easy when you're famous


This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up
It's not all fun, there's danger too


You know I'm puttin' something on me
I'm carrying a weapon for my safety


Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party
I'm being cautious before we go out, but we're still here to party


You go tough talkin' at me you
If you're coming at me with that attitude


Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to party
You're going to leave the club hurt if you keep it up


We pop bottles like it's all free
We're partying like there's no tomorrow


Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
I'm going to buy everything from the bar, we're here to party


You can order what you want it's on me
You can order whatever you want, I'll pay for it


I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party
I'm a gangster, check out my star power, we're here to party


It feels so good to live sucker free
It's liberating to live without a care about others' opinions


I'm soakin' it all up while your girl s***in' me
I'm enjoying myself while your girlfriend is with me


It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a n** to me
She thinks the world of me, but she's just a meaningless fling to me


Look miss, get a grip and let a motherf***er be
Get a grip, woman, and let me do my thing


I'm a rap star who wants to be ridin' around in that car
I'm a rapper who dreams of driving that car


Two in the front and the back got the plasma
The car has two seats in the front and plasma screens in the back


This ain't a free ride you gotta have the g** ma
You have to be prepared for danger to ride with us


I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
I wouldn't waste my money on someone who can't handle it


And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
I'm always on the go and in a rush


You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
You can't assume I want something if I don't ask for it


I'm a b******
I'm a badass


Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic
Almost revealing his gun in his waistband


'Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
People want to see me dead


Rule number one, keep your g** and get your a** hit, that's it
The first rule is to always carry a gun for protection


Lights off and your body's stiff
When the lights go off, people die


By the same n****s you used to party with
You could be killed by people you once partied with


I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip
I drive through the city with 22-inch rims on my car


New r*** gonna hit thousand dollar outfit
My new song is going to make me a lot of money, I'll buy expensive clothes with it


Never snooze never slip, follow rules or get whip
Never let your guard down, follow the rules or be punished


N**** move or get hit, I don't care who's on the strip
Move out the way or get hit, I don't care who's around


It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Not only my Ferrari, but my jewelry also makes people envious


Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's 2006, I need a new woman in my life


It's aight they can talk I'm amused by them p*****
Let people talk, I find their jealousy amusing


I'm the news out the bricks n**** who's hot as this
I am the biggest name from my neighborhood, who's as big as me?


I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
My mansion and swimming pool make people jealous and angry


I ain't a cuddler I f*** the drool outta chick
I'm not into cuddling, I'm all about sex with women


My n****z ice grill, but it ain't the same
My friends look tough, but they're not the same as me


They don't see the faces, they just see the chains like
People only see our jewelry, not our faces


Ooh, when ya get 'em, they don't know you with me
People don't realize you're with me until you're wearing our chains


They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
People might assume I get frisked by bouncers when entering a club


This regular s***, the everyday mentality
This is just our normal life, the everyday attitude


They charged up, don't make me put in the battery
People are hyped up and excited, but don't make me take action against them




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Philip Pitts, Marshall B Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto, Christopher Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, Teraike Crawford

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David Shelley

Shady... Yeah...

Who run it? You know ya acting like ya don't know We run it You know but ya acting like ya don't know
Who run it? You know ya acting like ya don't know We run it You know but ya acting like ya don't know
You know ya acting like ya don't know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon' bring mo dough You know but ya acting like ya don't know

Now homey I say I runnit runnit cause I'm in control Hpnotiq, Hennessy, a couple shots of Patrón
I have ya feeling aight, I get ya high as a kite Party-poppin shawty says she coming with me tonight I aint shoulda' leanin', I aint snapping and popping either I'm bopping my head or I'm just standing there watching
I'ma hustler I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid And I protect what I got, I'm in a house with my blade Nigga you front you gonna get it, OK now maybe I've said it Cause I want you to triddip, yea I be on that shit hit You should see when I'm stuntin' I flash the stones to be wanton
Push the grip see me rollin', you can tell that I'm holdin' I'm just doing my thang, you know the units the game
I got my grimey Shady with me you front you'll have to get me Off your ass I'll pay the lawsuit and laugh
Haha its not a big deal it's nothing but some cash Lets Go...

Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don't know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon' bring mo dough You know but ya acting like ya don't know

Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don't know I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
You know but ya acting like ya don't know

When me and Fif' got together to do this music and movie The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it It's no pretend shit its friendship mi nemesis es su nemesis Same for him it's just media see to them images it's just images But this shit is no gimmicks this is blood-in and blood-out When there's beef you just gotta know when to butt-in and butt-out If there's a problem we solve it, we don't resolve it It usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it We should all get a merit, cause most beef we inherit And wear it like a badge of honor pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoever's holding the most current beef on they're shoulders And the soldiers got their backs till it's over But tonight, we aint come in here to beef with nobody We came to party - Banks, Cashis and Mr. FerrariSo it's Shady Afterm-izzath back in that ass
You wizz-ass, come-izzon, what kinda fizz-uckin musician is that?

Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don't know I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
You know but ya acting like ya don't know

Who run it? You know ya acting like ya don't know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon' bring mo dough You know but ya acting like ya don't know

Pistol play ricochet see where the victim lay Slumped over bleedin, J.F.K
H.K. to ya chest plate, cave
I will ride to the death, do you rep thatta way? Forever I'ma be a Shady 7-4 gangsta Plus I'll survive everything you got in that chamber
I thrive off of danger, jumpin in all beef You keep talking shit, now the squad can call me


Enough holding back the steam, Em let off a magazine Dapper Don, Cap' of Queens, mixed in with Cashis creams Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Telling aint my cup of tea, can't tell I'ma fucking G? I'm all automatic when I'm at it, start static and you splattered Shit shattered, I'ma walking bitch magnet Spit it how I live it live it always to the limit
And I'm always on my pivot for my digits you dig it?

So...
We run itYou know ya acting like ya don't knowI tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
You know but ya acting like ya don't know

Who run it? You know ya acting like ya don't know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon' bring mo dough You know but ya acting like ya don't know

Who run it? You know what this is.
Shady. G-Unit. Aftermath. Lloyd Banks. Cashis. Marshall Mathers. Ferrari F-50. Its a movement. You can't stop it. Talk Of New York, Tony Yayo. Go..



سيد عادل

Shady... Yeah...
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don't know
We run it
You know but ya acting like ya don't know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don't know
We run it
You know but ya acting like ya don't know
You know ya acting like ya don't know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
You know but ya acting like ya don't know
Now homey I say I runnit runnit cause I'm in control
Hpnotiq, Hennessy, a couple shots of Patrón
I have ya feeling aight, I get ya high as a kite
Party-poppin shawty says she coming with me tonight
I aint shoulda' leanin', I aint snapping and popping either
I'm bopping my head or I'm just standing there watching
I'ma hustler I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid
And I protect what I got, I'm in a house with my blade
Nigga you front you gonna get it, OK now maybe I've said it
Cause I want you to triddip, yea I be on that shit hit
You should see when I'm stuntin' I flash the stones to be wanton
Push the grip see me rollin', you can tell that I'm holdin'
I'm just doing my thang, you know the units the game
I got my grimey Shady with me you front you'll have to get me
Off your ass I'll pay the lawsuit and laugh
Haha its not a big deal it's nothing but some cash
Lets Go...
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don't know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
You know but ya acting like ya don't know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don't know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
You know but ya acting like ya don't know
When me and Fif' got together to do this music and movie
The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it
It's no pretend shit its friendship mi nemesis es su nemesis
Same for him it's just media see to them images it's just images
But this shit is no gimmicks this is blood-in and blood-out
When there's beef you just gotta know when to butt-in and butt-out
If there's a problem we solve it, we don't resolve it
It usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it
We should all get a merit, cause most beef we inherit
And wear it like a badge of honor pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoever's holding the most current beef on they're shoulders
And the soldiers got their backs till it's over
But tonight, we aint come in here to beef with nobody
We came to party - Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
So it's Shady Afterm-izzath back in that ass
You wizz-ass, come-izzon, what kinda fizz-uckin musician is that?
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don't know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
You know but ya acting like ya don't know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don't know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
You know but ya acting like ya don't know
Pistol play ricochet see where the victim lay
Slumped over bleedin, J.F.K
H.K. to ya chest plate, cave
I will ride to the death, do you rep thatta way?
Forever I'ma be a Shady 7-4 gangsta
Plus I'll survive everything you got in that chamber
I thrive off of danger, jumpin in all beef
You keep talking shit, now the squad can call me
Enough holding back the steam, Em let off a magazine
Dapper Don, Cap' of Queens, mixed in with Cashis creams
Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Telling aint my cup of tea, can't tell I'ma fucking G?
I'm all automatic when I'm at it, start static and you splattered
Shit shattered, I'ma walking bitch magnet
Spit it how I live it live it always to the limit
And I'm always on my pivot for my digits you dig it?
So...
We run it
You know ya acting like ya don't know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
You know but ya acting like ya don't know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don't know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
You know but ya acting like ya don't know
Who run it?
You know what this is.
Shady. G-Unit. Aftermath.
Lloyd Banks. Cashis. Marshall Mathers. Ferrari F-50.
Its a movement. You can't stop it.
Talk Of New York, Tony Yayo.
Go...



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