50 Cent – Touch The Sky ft Tony Yayo

Talented American rapper, 50 Cent join efforts with Tony Yayo to create this hypnotizing record titled “Touch The Sky”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 17 on his top charting album project called “Curtis” was officially released on 11 September 2007.

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LYRICS

[50 Cent and Tony Yayo:]

Man I run this rap shit

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

R.I.P. to 2Pac

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

Nigga roll that good shit

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

[50 Cent:]

You wanna dance, let’s dance nigga, I take you to the prom

I’m armed, trey-pound in my palm, I’m calm nigga

My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man

My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand

I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy

Your fate, your death day’ll fucking come if you push me

Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-oh after the four-four blow

I get low, they say I go like a pro

It’s a wrap and I’m ghost in the smoke like a roach

You’ve been clapped and in fact there’s no coming back from that

I’m the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed

Just my vest and my semi in the back of the Bentley

Enage, a mirage, see I’m there, then I’m gone

Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long

So when I’m right I’m right, and when I’m wrong I’m right

I hit your ass up right, nigga it’s nighty-night

[50 Cent and Tony Yayo:]

Man I run this rap shit

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

R.I.P. to 2Pac

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

Nigga roll that good shit

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

[Tony Yayo:]

Ayo, I’m higher than a pilot, man, I catch a body, man

Beat the case, I lie on the poly-gram

These O.G.’s talking ’bout, back in the days

I have a R.I.P. sign on your MySpace page

I’m in your top 8 nigga, drop 8 nigga

G-C-T Coupe, it’s sour grape nigga

I’m an ape nigga, a guerrilla in the mist

I hold weight, nigga, my connect got bricks

I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars

Same house, and still fuck the same broads

Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch

Damn you look good girl but get your teeth fixed

I’m the Teflon Don boy, I get busy

Your next two songs you do them shits with Pretty Ricky

Seven-sixty, drive by light tint

With two hoes in the whip looking like flint

[50 Cent and Tony Yayo:]

Man I run this rap shit

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

R.I.P. to 2Pac

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

Nigga roll that good shit

Get yo’ hands up high, hands up high, hands up high