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Hold Up

Aiyyo, turn me up in my headphones, man

I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin'

It ain't loud enough, man

Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em

Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man

Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing, children

Sing, I like it when the children sing

I like it when you sing

That lets you know somethin's comin'

Oh, it's comin', aww, man somethin's comin'

I like this sound of this somethin's comin'

You can picture like a photograph, envision the image

Of 125th street and Lenox

The old folks, their souls are cold like tenants

Tryin' to keep your weight up, better eat that spinach

For four twenty five, niggaz lives get diminished

The world serious, I'm tryin' to win a pennant

Cops be on patrol through the block every minute

Itchin' just to pop somethin', swearin' I'm a menace

They disturb me but it's love like tennis

Man, cap to the side and my jersey is vintage

Chicks'll make a nigga dick hard like a Guinness

Damn, it's a scam but I handle my business

Tryin' to be the man if the Lord be my witness

Do my tennis with the walk sign for my physical fitness

16's sicker than all signed flows, it's ridiculous, hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Easy now, I'm seein' 'em, mind where you patrol

Fall back, young'un, play your lane like a goal

When his majesty speaks, speech defy gravity

Bluetooth, nigga but I don't have any cavities

Diddy got it wrapped like cocoon

Pop shit like needles through [Incomprehensible] balloons

I urge you to tell a friend, warn a brother

About my splurges, merges with Warner Brothers

Thugs actin' funny cause 'chicks call me Honey

See a 9 figure nigga makin' Bugs Bunny money

Eons beyond bling bling

So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's

Make a name, let it bang, so beautiful

The theme music for crews that move pharmaceuticals

Or suitable for a recruitable whore

To service the whole crew when we out on tour

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

It's like the music will literally stop time

Hold up, hold up, hold up

We roll up, 20 deep, cock D swole up

Get inflicted by my verbal conviction

A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston

You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'

You need to slow down, hold up like kickstand

Hop to it, get on your grind music

Across 110th, sharp Caesar with a lime music

Fine tuned with the proper soul seasonin'

Your live shows are borin', you're just not pleasin' 'em

Stop teasin' 'em, you can't rock Palladium

We bring New York back like that Westside stadium

Fuck the game and if the fame went away

Still be the hardest workin' man in entertainment today

Learn a lesson and that's no questionin' that

No guesswork involved, so stop stressin' the facts, hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

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