Текст песни Hold Up - R.A. the Rugged Man , Snowgoons
[Intro:]
There
is
a
price
to
pay
for
everything
you
gain.
[Verse
1:]
Deutschland
Deutschland,
raise
your
hand
I'm
the
poor
'casian,
man
tan
more
land
White
man
steal
your
land,
Harry
Callahan
Calibre
cannon
in
my
hand,
shatter
your
man
Ran,
splatter
your
man,
damn,
this
right
hand
land
I'm
Chuck
Zito,
Van
Damme,
do
a
full
split
No
bullshit
once
you
get
hit
Death
by
strangulation
with
Rosary
Beads
if
you
strict
catholic
You're
Arabic,
King
of
Nazareth
I'm
John
Huston,
listen
to
the
maverick
Hip
hop
historian
and
an
analyst
Y'all
could
just
have
a
list,
I'm
Paul
Kersey
in
this
Death
written,
hungry
and
thirsty,
no
mercy
in
this
Rugged
Man,
I'm
the
man
and
the
myth
In
the
Hall
of
Fame
like
Antonio
Hardy
and
James
[?
] Smith
DJ
illegal,
leave
you
in
the
position
that's
fetal
Crawling
back
in
your
mom's
womb
like,
"Bitch
make
room!
"
[Chorus:
x2]
Hey
yo
hold
up,
click
clack
we
make
you
fold
up
Savage,
Rugged
leave
you
worn
with
a
swollen
mug
Now
peep
game,
you
hate,
you
get
no
love
So
put
your
drink
in
the
air
and
toast
up
[Verse
2:]
Reservoir
Dog,
switch
cannons
when
I
lick
off
Toe
tag,
stiff
in
the
morgue,
even
the
score
Blow
weed,
chief
out
the
bong
ready
for
war
Weapons
are
drawn,
leave
the
scent
of
death
on
your
lawn
One
false
step
and
you're
gone,
the
shit
that
I'm
on
Ring
the
alarm,
pistol
whip,
pump
in
my
palm
You
trapped
in
a
storm,
travelled
to
depths
and
beyond
Back
to
the
essence,
Pharaoh
[?
] live
long
Squeezed
till
the
barrel
blew
screaming
fuck
them
all
Murder
massacre
disaster,
[?
] piece
to
your
dome
Hoodied
up,
black
mask
and
I'm
cruising
your
home
But
a
[?
] die
alone
in
these
streets
I
roam
Vocabulary
in
it's
deadliest
form
We'll
attack
you
walking
the
street,
speak
on
the
phone
I
walk
the
block
with
a
[?
],
real
to
the
bone
Till
the
sun
burned
out
or
my
flesh
is
gone,
motherfuckers
[Chorus
x2]
[Verse
3:]
Ain't
no
one
out
here
abut
to
stop
my
shine
I
got
more
eyes
in
the
hood
than
the
crime
watch
eyes
Keep
me
aware
of
the
snakes
and
their
sideways
grind
Run
their
mouth,
they
go
south
before
it's
migrate
time
No
matter
your
religion
you
can't
run
up
on
the
god
Brain
hit
your
skull
while
you
stumble
with
your
squad
Treat
my
music
like
life,
you
can't
front
if
it's
hard
When
I
heard
life's
a
bitch
I
was
done
with
the
broad
And
I'm
down
to
pimp
a
dick
bitch,
100
abroad
You're
my
bottom
bitch,
swallow
dick,
cum
for
a
yard
I
stay
on
the
block
like
twenty-one
dots,
homes
Ahk
think
he
hot
but
he's
rocking
a
costume
He
say
he's
from
the
hood
but
his
pops
got
a
[?
]
My
life
on
the
beat,
put
my
soul
in
the
song
too
The
sickest
on
the
mic
since
AIDS
outreach
night
Seen
more
deaths
in
the
night
than
a
light
from
pipebomb
[Chorus
x2]
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