Artist: Timbo King f/ Flash Album: n/a Song: Hands Typed by: Cno Evil [Hook: Flash] Ya'll scared to fight, but quick to blast I got a gang of loaded guns, but still'll kick yo ass, it's real [Chorus: Flash] I use my hands, but ya'll scared to use You rather use a gun, cuz you scared to lose I use my hands, to give you a pound With the other hand, I might knock you down I use my hands, whether bigger or small The bigger they are, the harder they fall I use my hands, before I use my tool It's etiquette, in the hood, though, you know the rules [Flash] One two, one two, like the young Mike Tyson I got hand skills, so I stay fighting George Foreman, or Joe Frazier This little heavy hand nigga, will amaze ya Front page ya, daze ya, with a dead arm I use my two dick beaters, to strong arm like Suge Knight Take your heart with one blow Make ya nose drip drop drip like you do blow A good way to teach is a T.K.O. I use my hands, and handle my biz, write my rhymes Put a fake nigga in the line I use my hands, to defend mines, when I ain't got no heat All I need is two fists, to rock ya ass to sleep I'm like the old school '87 Kangol Kid East Street on the block, that's how it is We rock, beat up niggas, put scars on 'em You see a screwface, put it on 'em, 21 Jump Street Meet me on the block, where it's 21 thugs meet Just collide crews, I will crack ya grill And lay you on your block, courtesy of Brownsville [Chorus] [Timbo King] Yo, I learned how to scrap on the back of the P's I got my ass whooped, whole block laughing at me But now, my knuckle game will break yo jaw Throwing haymakers like it's '84 Hand to hand, me and you, man to man We can make this a reunion, so get ya fam Five pound fists with the dead arm, we can get it on Fight it out, til the break of dawn I'm like fuck it, you threw one and I ducked it Live on the ave, no ref, no ring Win or lose, you gon' respect Bo King No fear here, I ain't never afraid See you tomorrow and we can dump again, muthafucka Stomp you out with the Chuckers, muthafucka So cut it out, before I leave ya with a bloody mouth Dig in ya pockets, take ya money out And this is real talk, Brooklyn, New York Where judges get knocked out in front of Supreme Courts [Chorus] [Hook 2X]