Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Your Handz Off (main), artist - Jin
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Your Handz Off (main) |
From the start to the finish |
I’ma bark on contenders |
Wanna tarnish my image |
I can’t promise forgiveness |
See I was never like this |
My mom’s would never like this |
And y’all was never like us That’s why y’all never liked us See I might take your style |
Flip it back, make it crack |
Sell a couple mil get some stacks |
here you go now take it back |
I’m spittin lines of fire |
I’m in the line of fire |
Designer attire, makin me a sign of desire |
I just rhyme to inspire, your favorite line supplier |
I run through fan’s signs and landmines the size of tires |
How many minds inquire, I got mines and acquired |
Enough props to make y’all resign and retire |
Now hold on, and just stomp stomp |
Get your hands off me Now hold on, and just stomp stomp |
Get your hands off me This is hot as it gets, your shit’s not as intense |
My flow got 'em convinced, they ain’t got at 'em since |
My back’s against the wall |
So if I turn and flee and run from what’s in front of me That won’t make no sense at all |
this for my dons and divas, haters and non-believers |
They just try’na deceive us like Judas dishonored Jesus |
Why you try’na critique this, don’t take kindness for weakness |
Leave you behind the speakers, body minus some pieces |
You got records to sell, I got records to break |
You will never excel against me measure the rate |
I got too much at stake I just follow my fate |
Annihilate and dominate and I ain’t even try’na wait |
While you hang out, I bang out |
Make moves like shots rang out |
Wanna know, what my slang 'bout |
They be like, «Shut your damn mouth» |
Your chances are slim, makin’advances on Jin |
While you, shootin’the breeze, I’m dancin’with the wind |
This is not your, ordinary |
My style, sort of varies |
Slaughter you, then your crew |
Cause you know, the more the merry |
You already know the outcome, so how come you doubt son |
(«I'm goin’out by any means necessary»? Malcolm) |
Hip-hop without Jin is like, shootouts without guns |
Churches without nuns, bankers without funds |
Smokin’without lungs, cities without slums |
My fans force me, get your fuckin’hands off me |