Lyrics Hold Up - Onyx
Yeah,
nigga,
yeah,
south
suicide
Queens
That′s
right,
Q
U,
nigga,
yea
yea
Shit
like
that,
know
what
Im
sayin',
put
these
drinks
up
Ya
heard?
Let′s
do
this
right,
what?
Yo
Hold
up,
this
is
for
my
thugs
on
the
block
For
my
one
stop
niggaz
that
be
huggin'
the
spot
Sittin'
on
crates,
gettin′
loaded,
get
that
cake
Dodgin′
drinks,
spit
and
hafta
cover
they
face
Kick
some
tye,
big
truck
with
tricks
inside
In
too
deep,
tryna
sell
bricks
from
the
side
See
no
games,
with
real
niggaz
from
other
hoods
Car
titles
get
lost,
some
niggaz
get
jooked
But
God
forgive
me
if
a
nigga
cross
the
fam
Holdin'
the
heat,
the
streets′ll
make
me
force
ya
hand
From
my
wild
crew,
sets
the
new
guns
off
the
roof
To
them
slick
dudes,
hot
and
they
workin'
the
phone
booth
′Cuz
Lord,
knows,
I'm
gonna
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,
know,
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,
know,
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
bus
stop
bitches
that
be
pushin'
them
drops
Playin′
the
gate,
get
it
ma,
get
those
papes
Hustle
that
face,
seven
G′s
below
ya
waist
Project
chick,
dippin'
whips,
cruisin′
the
strip
Gettin'
money
for
tuition,
go
to
school
and
she
strip
Kill
in
the
club,
when
niggaz
dicks
get
hard
Murda
mami,
set
you
up
and
niggaz
bricks
get
robbed
Help
her
soul
if
a
chick
try
to
set
my
team
I′m
tying
her
up,
rep
till
the
death
of
Queens
All
my
staircase
niggaz
keep
flippin'
the
jun′s
All
my
outta
state
niggaz
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′
ya
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,
know,
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,
know,
we
ain't
afraid
to
clap
them
things
In
the
club,
gettin'
bent,
goin′
crazy
Sticky
fingaz,
the
nigga
that
be
stickin′
them
spots
For
all
my
gun-cock
niggards,
that
be
bustin'
off
shots
Lay
in
the
straight,
black
mask
raidin′
ya
gate
Show
me
ya
safe
before
I
put
two
in
ya
face
Dirt
on
my
kicks,
hoodies
all
lookin'
for
whips
Catch
a
rat
nigga,
leave
his
Bentley
sittin′
on
bricks
Bloody
ice-pick
fights
in
the
yard
Ten
times
outta
ten,
step
to
me
and
ya
life
get
scarred
Shoot
outs
in
broad
daylight,
bustin'
at
feds
Dirty
cops
with
a
ki
of
coke,
bring
′em
out
dead
For
my
jail
niggaz,
stashin'
bangers
deep
in
they
cots
For
my
grimy
niggaz,
hidin'
under
cars
from
cops
Empty
the
glock,
hitchu
with
disposable
gats
Bust
you,
wipe
it
off,
throw
it
away,
it′s
a
rap
What
nigga?
I
see
you
back
in
the
hood
scrap
Turn
ya
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,
know,
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,
know,
we
ain't
afraid
to
clap
them
things
In
the
club,
gettin'
bent,
goin′
crazy
Hold
up
South
suicide
Queens,
enjoy
South
suicide
Queens,
enjoy
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