Put Ur Hands Up

[Verse 1: Youngin]

5'6" with the bark and bite of a giant
No management or team still at the Verizon
Still got a nigga despising because I am
The nigga with the flow that is so hypnotizing
Got your girls eyes wide looking surprised
When she realizes how good I am between her thighs
I locks it down like a C.O
Cornrowed up, I Set It Off like Cleo
I'm more like Neo in The Matrix, the prodigal son
The chosen one, meaning after me there will be none other
I'm one of one motherfucker
Had a child just to prove I'm a mother fucker, uh
What you know 'bout me, what you what you know 'bout me
Young nigga that was born in SouthEast
Lincoln Heights reppa, yeah bred in NorthEast
The one Chief Rocka on the m-i-c, let's go

[Hook: Youngin]

Who's the nigga y'all came to see is that me
(Youngin Micheaux I body the beats)
If you ready for the show then get out your seats and
(Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me) yeah
Who's the nigga y'all came to see is that me
(that's me from the D.o.C)
If you ready for the show then get out your seats and
(put your motherfucking hands up, look, look)

[Verse 2: Youngin]

I'm back at it, crafting another classic
With a producer from Illmatic
I wouldn't have it no other way, lyrics come into play
And I'm one of the greats, and I don't need you to say it
Because my belief in myself is enough for me
Hold your head up homie I know it's rough in them streets
Shit, I got soldiers at war right now
On the block trying to hold their daughters and wife down
Real life, sometimes it hits you when you ain't ready
That's why you gotta keep your mind sharper than machetes
Heavy, if you go deeper than what you hear
But most can't get past what's beating in their ear
And that's that boom-bap that Preemo brings to the table
As long as my lyrics are mean
Then this shit is gonna bang from here to the U.K
I ain't even been there yet, they still know me, Sheesh

[Hook: Youngin]

[Verse 3: Youngin]

Look, I'm tired of joking
It's time for Youngin to get open
And spit that lyrical crack that hits the middle of backs
And tickles jiggling fat, riddle me that Mr. Bat
As I attack with facts that rattle the back of your sac
And excites you until you ejaculate in your slacks
Terminator of beats I eradicate the track
Assassinater who doesn't need validation of that
I just annihilate the competition
And if she ain't Sanaa Lathan then she's just a pigeon
I'm on a mission for the riches, and you can be against it or get with it
You gotta flip your money though, no simpin' is permitted
Wizard with the flow yeah, D.C. rising
Especially in the rap game when I'm in top form
Fucking your little sister in a college dorm
Busting all over her cheerleading uniform, ah

[Hook: Youngin]