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    "Hold Up" Lyrics

    Tony Touch feat. Havoc and Onyx

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    Yeah nigga... haha yeah (South Suicide Queens)
    That's right... uh uh, Q.U. nigga (yea yea)
    Shit like that, know what I'm 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

    'Cause 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

    [Hook: x 2]
    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 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, 52 shots
    I'm takin ya block nigga, if you like it or not
    You either roll or get rushed (blaow bloaw!) I guess not

    [Hook: x 2]

    [Sticky Fingaz]
    Sticky Fingaz, the nigga that be stickin them spots
    For all my gun-cock niggaz 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

    [Hook: x 2]

    Hold up...
    "South Suicide Queens"
    "South Suicide Queens"
    This song was submitted on September 12th, 2013 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Jerry Peters, Sean Combs, Troy Jamerson, Glenn Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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