Get Your Handz Off lyrics

Song information

Artist: Jin
Album: The Rest Is History

Lyrics

Jin
The rest is history
Neo keep 'em rockin baby
Double r what!
I got this part right here

From the start to the finish, imma bark on contenders
Wanna tarnish my image, I cant promise forgiveness
See I was never like this, my moms would never like this
And yall was never like us, thats why yall never liked us
See I might take ya style, flip it back make it crack
Sell a couple mil get some stacks, here you go now take it back
Im spittin lines of fire, im in the line of fire
Designer attire makin me a sign of desire
I just rhyme to inspire, ya favorite line supplier
I run thru fan signs and landmines the size of tires
How many minds inquire, I got mines and acquired
Enough props to make yall resign and retire

Now hold on
And just stomp stomp
Get ya hands off me
2X

This is hot as gets, ya shits not as intense
My flow got 'em convinced, they aint got at him since
My backs against the wall
So if I turn and flee and run from whats in front of me
That wont make no sense at all
This for my dons and divas, haters and non believers
They just tryna deceive us like judas dishonored jesus
Why you tryin to critique this
Dont 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 aint even tryna wait

Now hold on
And just stomp stomp
Get ya hands off me
2X

While you hang out I bang out, make moves like shots rang out
Wanna know what my slang bout?
They be like 'shut yo damn mouth'
Ya chances are slim, makin advances on jin
While you shootin the breeze, im dancin with the wind
This is not ya ordinary, my style sorta varies
Slaughter you, than ya crew cause you know the more the merry
You already know the outcome, so how come you doubt son
'Im goin out by any means necessary' malcolm
Hiphop without jin is like shootouts with guns
Churches without nuns, bankers without funds
Smokin without lungs, cities without slums
If my fans force me
Get ya fuckin hands off me

Now hold on
And just stomp stomp
Get ya hands off me
2X