Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Your Handz Off (Feat. Swizz Beatz) , by - JinRelease date: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Get Your Handz Off (Feat. Swizz Beatz) |
| 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 |