Hold Up E

Yeah, nigga. Uh, uh-uh, uh. Yeah. South Suicide Queens. That's right. Uh, uh. Q Real, nigga. Yeah, yeah. Shit like that. Know what I'm sayin'? Put them drinks up. You heard. Let's do this right. One, Yo. Hold up, this for my thugs on the block For my one-stop niggas that be huggin' the spot Sittin' on crates, gettin' low to get that cake Dodgin' them jakes, fitted hat to cover they face Kicks and tie, big truck with chicks inside In Too deep, tryna sell bricks on the side CeeLo Games with real niggas from other hoods Car titles Get lost, some niggas get jugged But God forgive Me if a nigga cross the fam Holdin' the Heat, the streets'll make you force your hand For My wild crews testin' new guns off the roof To them slick dudes hidin', they workin' the phone Booth 'Cause Lord knows I'm gon' reload and bust Back Incredible gats indicted for a federal rap They Ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact Hold Up, this is for my gangsta team And my Dime little mamis rockin' Timbs and jeans When it's On, no, we ain't afraid to clap them things In the club gettin' bent, goin' crazy Hold up, This is for my gangsta team And my dime Little mamis rockin' Timbs and jeans When it's on, No, we ain't afraid to clap them things In The club gettin' bent, goin' crazy Hold up, This is for my chicks in the spot All My bust-side bitches that be pushin' them drops Playin' the game, get in line, get those papes Hustle that face, seven G's below your waist Project Chick, different whips, cruisin' the strip Gettin' Money for tuition, go to school and she strip Killin' the club where niggas' dicks get hard Murder Set you up, niggas' bricks get robbed Help a Soul if a chick try to set my team I'm tyin' her up, rep to the death for Queens All my staircase niggas keep flippin' them Gems All my out-of-state niggas keep gettin' them Ones Guns in the air, hit you with invisible Glocks That mean you never see it comin', nigga, Fifty-two shots I'm takin' your block, nigga, If you like it or not You either roll Or get rushed, I guess not Hold up, This is for my gangsta team And my dime Little mamis rockin' Timbs and jeans When it's on, No, we ain't afraid to clap them things In The club gettin' bent, goin' crazy Hold up, This is for my gangsta team And my dime Little mamis rockin' Timbs and jeans When it's on, No, we ain't afraid to clap them things In The club gettin' bent, goin' crazy Sticky fingers, The nigga that be stickin' the spots For all My gun-cock niggas that be bustin' them shots Layin' 'em straight, black mask raidin' your gate Show me The safe before I put two in your face Dirt on my kicks, hoodies on, lookin' for whips Catch a rap nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on Bricks Bloody ice pick fights in the yard Ten Times out of ten, step to me and your Life gets scarred Shoot me out in broad daylight, Bustin' at feds Dirty cops with a key and Coat, bring 'em out dead For my jail niggas Stashin' bangers deep in they cots For my grimy Niggas hidin' under cars from cops Empty the Glock, Hit you with disposable gats Bust you, Wipe it off, throw it away, it's a wrap What, nigga? I'll see you back in the hood, Scrap Turn your Benz to a coffin, nigga, straight Like that Hold up, this is for my gangsta Team And my dime little mamis rockin' Timbs and Jeans When it's on, no, we ain't afraid to Clap them things In the club gettin' bent, Goin' crazy Hold up, this is for my gangsta Team And my dime little mamis rockin' Timbs and Jeans When it's on, no, we ain't afraid to Clap them things In the club gettin' bent, Goin' crazy Hold up