Lyrics Do It Again (Put Your Hands Up) - Beanie Sigel , Amil , Jay-Z

Roc-a-Fella
Y'all know what this is
We giving y'all 5 seconds to put your drinks down
And report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas we giving y'all 5 seconds to get close to a exit
It's about to get real ugly in here
5 seconds is up
Let's go!
Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh)
Throw the hands up (Niggaz)
Throw the hands up (Bitches)
Throw the hands up (Bustas)
Throw the hands up (Hustlers)
Throw the hands up (Hoes)
Throw the hands up (Posta's)
Throw the hands up (MAC)
You know how Mac come threw on the club tip
Everybody real deep on that thug shit
Cop Cris', spray the club, all that thug shit
Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick
Told y'all real high, when I come threw
You can try if you want, you can die if you want to
We hear the war's on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch back that ass up like Juvenile (huh)
When my peeps come through to spend a dime apiece
You know Mac come threw with a line of freaks
Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least
We getting head on the floor, while you grinding freaks
Whole squad get it down like this
Whole squad buying rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit
Catch the crown on the flip
Mac never slip in a club, told y'all niggas 4/5th in a club
If a nigga wanna draw, then the blood, it can drip in the club
You know how niggaz get in the club, shit u know how I be
All high in VIP, rolling up to B.I.G. (Baby)
Niggaz be all liquored up talking shit
Till' they man gotta come pick them up
Got bitches in the back bouncing to JIGGA WHAT
You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up
Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh, Everybody get it up)
Throw the hands up
(Amil)
12 AM on the way to the club (uh)
1 AM DJ made it a rub (uh-huh)
2 AM now I'm getting with her (what up?)
3 AM now I'm splitting with her (splitting with who?)
4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house)
5 AM now we at my house (uh)
6 AM I be digging her out (who?)
6: 15 I be kicking her out (what?)
7 AM I'mma call my friends (uh-huh)
12 AM we gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again
(We gonna do it again)
By the way yo
Yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about MC's on our hill
When we just cop them things homey the chromy wheels
Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill
Any given times 100 G's in your grill
Don't talk to me bout MC's got skillz
He's alright but he's not real
Jay-Z's that deal with seeds in a field
Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel
Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with me
You gotta lil' dough that cool with me
You gotta lil' cars, little jewelry's
But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me
You know the wrist frost bit minus 2 degrees
Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V
Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue Yankee on
Who but me?
Niggaz shift 2 million, then I blew the 3
Then I skated the 4, before I went on tour
I came back and it's plain
Y'all niggaz ain't rapping the same
Fuck the flow y'all jacking our slang
I seen the same shit happen to Kane
3 cuts in your eyebrow trying to Wild out
The game is ours, we'll never foul out
Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw your hands up
Niggaz, Bitches, Bustas, Hustlers FUCK THAT
(Throw the hands up)
(Jay-Z)
12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh)
1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh)
2 AM now I'm checking the mix (ah yeah)
3 AM now he buying me drinks (what you drinking on)
4 AM exit the club (let's go)
5 AM think he getting some butt (that's right)
6 AM nigga still ain't bust (what)
6: 15 nigga work it up (uh)
7 AM gotta tell my friends (ah huh)
12 AM I'mma do it again, uh, uh
I'ma do it again
12 AM I'mma do it again
(Uh, uh let's go)
12 AM on my way to the club
1 AM DJ made it a rub
2 AM now I'm getting with her
3 AM now I'm splitting with her
4 AM at the waffle house
5 AM now we at my house
6 AM I be digging her out
6: 15 I be kicking her out
7 AM I'ma call my friends
12 AM we gonna do it again, we gon, we gon
We gonna do it again
Let's go