Hold Up - Onyx

Yeah nigga, haha yeah

(South Suicide Queens)

That’s right!

Uh, uh!

QU nigga

(Yeah, yeah, shit like that)

Knowhamsayin' put these drinks up

Yaheard?

Let’s do this right, what yo

Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block

For my one stop niggas 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 niggas from other hoods

Car titles get lost, some niggas 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' cra-zay!

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' cra-zay!

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 niggas dicks get hard

Murda mami set you up and niggas 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 niggas keep flippin' the jun’s

All my outta state niggas keep gettin' them ones

Guns in the air, hit you with invisible Glocks

That mean you never see it comin' nigga, 52 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' cra-zay!

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' cra-zay!

Sticky Fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots

For all my gun-cock niggas 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 niggas, stashin' bangers deep in they cots

For my grimy niggas, 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' cra-zay!

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' cra-zay!

Hold up…

South Suicide Queens

Enjoy!

South Suicide Queens

Enjoy!