Tytuł: Hold up

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   [talking]
  Yeah nigga... haha yeah (South Suicide Queens)
  That's right... uh uh, Q.U. nigga (yea yea)
  Shit like that, knowhamsayin put these drinks up
  yaheard? - let's do this right, what yo
  
  [X-1]
  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
  
  [Hook: Havoc] - 2X
  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!
  
  [Sonsee]
  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: Havoc] - 2X
  
  [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: Havoc] - 2X
  
  Hold up...
  
  "South Suicide Queens"
  "Enjoy!"
  "South Suicide Queens"
  "Enjoy!"