Hands High

[Intro: Edo G]

Yeah, A&E, uh

Uh-huh, uh, yeah (woo!)

Uh... woo! Yeah, yo, yeah

[Verse 1: Edo G]

Y'all made noise off a phony promo, in a group off homie's solo

We cowboy these rappers like Tony Romo

Rip they posters, spit on they logo

Open the ProTools, erase they vocals

My point focal, I-N-T y'all so local

I'm so global, noble mobile to mobile

See it in slow-mo, take a photo

We burn kids like Chernobyl

Cause my shit together like Ice-T and Coco

Or Pearl Harbor, and Yamamoto

Y'all in the streets like hobos, let me tally up the total

You wanna fit in? I stand out

Don't try to get in, with your hand out

You ain't a shady thug, you a ladybug

Who fly around friendly, homie don't try to play me scrub

You soft as baby wipes and baby rubs

And MC's is now pushin' daisies up

[Hook: Masta Ace & Jamelle Bundy]

Hands, up, high

Get your hands up, hands up high

Get them up but we not gon' stick you

Get them high and we just might pick you

Get your hands, up, high

Get your hands up, hands up high

Get them up 'til you touch the sky

Get your hands, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up

Hands up high~!

[Verse 2: Masta Ace]

Yeah, ain't too many better than us cats

Y'all must've been somewhere livin' in a hole like muskrats

If you don't know the A&E generals

We keep it strong, like we been takin' vitamins and minerals

And ginseng root (root) heavy on the fruit (fruit)

Your girl lips cute, played a medley on the flute (flute)

A&E heavy like a Chevy on the loop

Drown y'all niggas, break a levee on your group

Look, I see them rims on that new coupe

Ooh, but stop fuckin' with the E, cause this is like a coup

And stop fuckin' with me, this is like a clue

We will get you stuck, this is like a glue

The industry's so full of snakes and, predators

Out on the prowl, nigga this is like a zoo

This that walk-in one-take banger

We got way harder shit, this is like a two, c'mon

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Edo G]

Yeah, yo

I say what I want, don't care about the backlash

Call me a genius, call me a jackass

All you do is talk trash with your wack ass

A&E stack cash on these niggas black ass

Act gassed, Edo go hard, no half-ass

No comparison or contrast

Shake my hand you touch great, I frustrate

You hold shit together with bubblegum and duct tape

[Verse 4: Masta Ace]

Yo, we walk with a torch, we be on the march

We stiff competition like, easy on the starch

Y'all a bunch of country bumpkins

Y'all should be home eatin' chicken lookin' greasy on the porch

We in it for the win (win)

Next mixtape drop, y'all DJ's better spin it in your blend

Facebook, MySpace, send it to your friend

A&E here and we in it 'til the end, c'mon

[Hook]