Yo, put your hands up, turn the up Take your shoes off, throw feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on
We doin' this for years and you just now heard of us Four years containin' back stabbin' murderers Yeah, I was a younga MC, now I'm but please Don't my mind, change only time change
And the clock moves quicker as the gets thicker now Yeah, I'm a Christian, my position paints the list DJ Niques composin' since he was under age A true of the art it's time to take the stage
We give props to who keepin' it tight Big ups to P.O.D. for rockin' it right In the middle of my cloudy day, drop to my knees and Let me walk in light so my darkness will fade
Lord, please cleanse me from and within Be sure to never let me the evil powers of sin And work magic, deflectin' fiery aimin' at my heart I it's time to play my part, yo, so dig it
Yo, put your hands up, turn the up Take shoes off, throw your feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin' (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on
Put your up, turn the beat up Take your shoes off, throw feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin' (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on
When I look around all I see is companies And goin' bankrupt tryna be free That ain't the way that is should be, no, not You got me pacin' that you're gonna Try to me down, I'm sorry
We stop, you ask why, 'cause we can't stop Hip hop ya neck pop when the beat drops Souljahz, don't stop, we keep on Souljahz, don't stop, we keep on
(Rise, we rise) your hands in the sky Wave 'em side to side, on (Rise, we rise, we rise, we rise)
Yo, put your hands up, turn the 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 off, throw your feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin' (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin'
Hey yo, I keep it righteous my rhymes ignite this Mic and it might just be the time to this that I wrote in my room gotta keep rappin' Man, I told ya the was bound to make it happen
Got you askin', l ain't hear from the Souljahz in a Didn't they flip they style? Wasn't just on trial? C'mon, we been on the road From N.Y. to Germany, 5.0
So think about it before you my crew when you point your finger at me Three is back at you Actin' like a fool, whether it be jealousy or Jealousy or envy, remember why we this
It ain't about the Bentley, it about the cars Money, or the girls It's a much picture when you tryna change tha world hip hop, from tha down-low to tha sip top In yo sneakers or flip flops, coppin' wads
Yo, put your hands up, turn the up Take shoes off, throw your feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin' (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin'
Put your up, turn the beat up Take your off, throw your feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We on risin' (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on
Yo, put your up Take shoes off (What, what, what, what, what) (What, what, what, what, what)
Put your hands up, the beat up Take shoes off, throw your feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on (What, what, what, what, what)