Yo, put your hands up, the beat up Take shoes off, throw your feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin' (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on
We been doin' this for and you just now heard of us Four containin' back stabbin' music murderers Yeah, I was a MC, now I'm older but please Don't think my mind, change only change
And the clock quicker as the plot gets thicker now Yeah, I'm a Christian, my position paints the picture DJ Niques composin' since he was under age A true master of the art it's time to the stage
We give props to those who keepin' it Big ups to P.O.D. for rockin' it right In the of my cloudy day, drop to my knees and pray Let me walk in so my darkness will fade away
Lord, please cleanse me without and within Be sure to never let me doubt the evil of sin And magic, deflectin' fiery darts aimin' at my heart I it's time to play my part, yo, so dig it
Yo, put hands up, turn the beat up Take your shoes off, throw feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on
Put hands up, turn the beat up your shoes off, throw your feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin' (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin'
I look around all I see is record companies And MC's bankrupt tryna be free That the way that is should be, no, not hardly You got me pacin' that you're gonna Try to me down, I'm sorry
We won't stop, you ask why, we can't stop Hip hop ya neck pop when the beat drops Souljahz, stop, we keep on tryin' Souljahz, stop, we keep on risin'
(Rise, we rise) Throw your in the sky 'em side to side, cone on (Rise, we rise, we rise, we rise)
Yo, put your hands up, the beat up Take your shoes off, throw feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin' (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin'
Put your hands up, turn the up Take your shoes off, throw your up (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin'
Hey yo, I keep it while my rhymes ignite this Mic and it might just be the to recite this Rhyme that I wrote in my room keep rappin' Man, I told ya the Souljahz was bound to make it
Got you askin', l ain't hear the Souljahz in a while Didn't they flip they style? Wasn't they just on C'mon, we just on the road From N.Y. to Germany, 5.0
So think about it before you my crew 'Cause you point your finger at me Three is back at you Actin' like a fool, it be jealousy or envy or envy, remember why we doin' this
It ain't the Bentley, it ain't about the cars Money, or the girls It's a much bigger picture you tryna change tha world Righteous hip hop, tha down-low to tha sip top In yo sneakers or flip flops, spit wads
Yo, put your hands up, the beat up Take your shoes off, throw your up (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin'
Put your up, turn the beat up Take your shoes off, your feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin'
Yo, put hands up Take shoes off (What, what, what, what, what) (What, what, what, what, what)
Put your up, turn the beat up Take your shoes off, throw feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on (What, what, what, what, what)