Onyx - Hold Up Lyrics
feat. Havoc (Mobb Deep)[talking]Yeah nigga... haha yeah (South Suicide Queens)That's right... uh uh, Q.U. nigga (yea yea)Shit like that, knowhamsayin put these drinks upyaheard? - let's do this right, what yo[Fredro Starr]Hold up, this is for my thugs on the blockFor my one stop niggaz that be huggin the spotSittin on crates, gettin loaded, get that cakeDodgin drinks, spit and hafta cover they faceKick some tye, big truck with tricks insideIn too deep, tryna sell bricks from the sideSee no games, with real niggaz from other hoodsCar titles get lost, some niggaz get jookedBut God forgive me if a nigga cross the famHoldin the heat, the streets'll make me force ya handFrom my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roofTo them slick dudes, hot and they workin the phone boothCuz Lord knows I'm gonna reload and bust backIncredible gats, indicted for a federal rapThey ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hatMurdered and gone, nigga it's a medical fact[Hook: Havoc] - 2XHold up, this is for my gangsta teamand my dime little mamis rockin Timbs and jeansWhen it's on, know we ain't afraid to clap them thingsIn the club, gettin bent, goin cra-zay![Sonsee]Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spotAll my bus stop *****es that be pushin them dropsPlayin the gate, get it ma, get those papesHustle that face, seven G's below ya waistProject chick, dippin whips, cruisin the stripGettin money for tuition, go to school and she stripKill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hardMurda mami set you up and niggaz bricks get robbedHelp her soul if a chick try to set my teamI'm tying her up, rep till the death of QueensAll my staircase niggaz keep flippin the jun'sAll my outta state niggaz keep gettin them onesGuns in the air, hit you with invisible glocksthat mean you never see it comin nigga, 52 shotsI'm takin ya block nigga, if you like it or notYou either roll or get rushed (blaow bloaw!) I guess not[Hook: Havoc] - 2X[Sticky Fingaz]Sticky Fingaz, the nigga that be stickin them spotsFor all my gun-***** niggaz that be bustin off shotsLay in the straight, black mask raidin ya gateShow me ya safe before I put two in ya faceDirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin for whipsCatch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin on bricksBloody ice-pick fights in the yardTen times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarredShoot-outs in broad daylight, bustin at fedsDirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out deadFor my jail niggaz, stashin bangers deep in they cotsFor my grimy niggaz, hidin under cars from copsEmpty the glock, hitchu with disposable gatsBust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rapWhat nigga? I see you back in the hood scrapTurn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that[Hook: Havoc] - 2XHold up...'South Suicide Queens''Enjoy!''South Suicide Queens''Enjoy!'
