Put 'Em Up

If you wanna come up, Put'em up, put'em up. If you sick of the cuffs, Put'em up, Put'em up. We had enough, oh yeah. Now put them rude fingers in the air. If you wanna come up, Put'em up, put'em up. If you sick of the cuffs, Put'em up, Put'em up. We had enough, oh yeah. Now put them rude fingers in the air. No perm hair, I'm rocking the locks, like I'm rocking the blocks. Gotta give 'em what they need when them ducking the cops. Theme song from West Philly to Kingston. Many days with white Tees and jeans on. Many nights 'gon be there till the fiends gone. They need to stop, but no they go not learning. They get on and come down they keep returning. Many ones from cold days to hot nights. From the baggers to the mules on them long flights. Type of music, theme music for them bad ones. Music please, lights camera, action. If you wanna come up, Put 'em up, put 'em up. If you sick of the cuffs, Put 'em up, Put 'em up. We had enough, oh yeah. Now put them rude fingers in the air. If you wanna come up, Put'em up, put'em up. If you sick of the cuffs, Put'em up, Put'em up. We had enough, oh yeah. Now put them rude fingers in the air. Can't keep running away, gotta face how I feel. I'm a deal with the fact, I might not see that mill. Dollar bill come and go and we hold on still. No escaping it, you make the law we keep on breaking it. Something I want I can't afford so I'm taking it. It's mine, I day dream to pass the time. I find myself just a step away from crossing the line. We dine Bistro or Cassis up at the Pond. With both Grandma's up in heaven God has sent me a sign. I see it, couldn't see it but now it's all clear. Was there way before but really I ain't care. If you wanna come up. Put'em up, put'em up. If you sick of the cuffs, Put'em up, Put'em up. We had enough, oh yeah. Now put them rude fingers in the air. If you wanna come up, Put'em up, put'em up. If you sick of the cuffs, Put'em up, Put'em up. We had enough, oh yeah. Now put them rude fingers in the air. Trying to focus on the rhyme but I'm thinking bout crime. Either way I realize I gotta be up on my grind. I whine my hips and drink liquor like a stripper. The world is starring at me like I'm naked so I figure. I minus well get up, get out and get the dough. Let me be, just me how ever it go. Good or bad you know the world is peeping the show. Watch me, sitting on the floor drinking warm sake. Smaller than a shot glass, what you know about that. First class on the plane, they got me screaming fame. Living forever, but I'm dying insane. They ain't want me to arrive but they glad that I came. If you wanna come up, put'em up, put'em up. If you sick of the cuffs, put'em up, put'em up. We had enough, oh yeah. Now put them rude fingers in the air. If you wanna come up, put'em up, put'em up. If you sick of the cuffs, Put'em up, Put'em up. We had enough, oh yeah. Now put them rude fingers in the air. If you wanna come up. And you sick of the cuffs. Put them fingers up, put them fingers up. Put them fingers up, put them fingers up. If you wanna come up. And you sick of them cuffs. Put them fingers up, put them fingers up. Put them fingers up, put them fingers up. If you wanna come up, put'em up, put'em up. If you sick of the cuffs, put'em up, put'em up. We had enough, oh yeah. Now put them rude fingers in the air. If you wanna come up, put'em up, put'em up. If you sick of the cuffs, Put'em up, Put'em up. We had enough, oh yeah. Now put them rude fingers in the air.