Jin Feat. Swizz Beatz Get Your Handz Off lyrics

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

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 moms would never like this
And y'all was never like us, that's why y'all never liked us
See I might take ya style, flip it back, make it crack
Sell a couple mill get some stacks, here you go now take it back

Im spittin' lines of fire, I'm 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 land mines 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 ya hands off me
Now hold on and just stomp stomp, get ya hands off me

This is hot as gets, ya shits not as intense
My flow got 'em convinced, they ain't got at him since
My backs 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 tryin' to 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 ain't even tryin' to wait

Now hold on and just stomp stomp, get ya hands off me
Now hold on and just stomp stomp, get ya hands off me

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, I'm dancin' with the wind
This is not ya ordinary, my style sorta varies
Slaughter you, then ya 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
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
Now hold on and just stomp stomp, get ya hands off me