Hold Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Rasco] Yeah, back again ("And now the competition begins") Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh ("His name is—") Soul Father Rasco Yo, check [Verse 1: Rasco] I capital punish brothers that fronted Can only write rhymes any time they get blunted We be at the spot chillin', while you're stealin' Niggas is still walkin', Rasco is four-wheelin' Only built for speed, yes indeed 27 years old with no seed I'm a raw breed, but still got mouths to feed So don't be givin' me shit I don't need (Uh-uh) I make the he=ad hurt from the supadupa legwork Now these brothas be wantin' the red shirt I bring it to the chest when I surpass the rest Now a different story when I come blast the vest (Wow) Teflon spittin' and written, I stab kitten Comin' out your face sideways, it's forbidden Better get the guiden, I swat like Badminton Soon as niggas open they mouth I start shittin' Right down they neck, they throat, the whole nine Seen you fools scopin' my plans the whole time Said I couldn't rhyme, that's funny I stack money Women didn't want it but now they yell honey ("Ah!") Bring 'em to the house, watch 'em come out the blouse Unzip the pants then watch the snake dance Assume the stance, cash in advance I got the full package but watch the right hand [Chorus: Busta Rhymes, J-Ro, Guru & Erick Sermon] "Hold up— showin' you that I get busy" "You know we gonna blow up" "Ain't no time to be caught short" "Control the crowd", "Ho-ho— ho-ho— Hold up— showin' you that I get busy" "You know we gonna blow up" "Ain't no time to be caught short" "Control the crowd" [Verse 2: Rasco] It's the five-minute drill, but still we stack bills Take you to the shop to fix them broke wheels Tell you how it feels to starve with no meals Bring it to the front to pump with no frills All extra shit can get the backsplit Ras' be the brother that women relax with I do a backflip, then pirouette and jet And plus be the nigga that never lost a bet Television sets ain't big enough to see (Uh-uh) And now my career ain't big enough for three Still down with 'em, can talk and laugh with 'em But tell you one thing, can't split it in half with 'em Half a 1/3 to me sounds absurd (Uh-huh) I rather keep a 100% to pay rent Lay out the prints, the plans to stand grande And keep the joint jumpin' from Philly to San Fran Never gave a damn how hard y'all can slam (Yeah) Broke out the mic to smoke your half gram A 150 pounds with worldwide respect Be chillin' at the crib while Wolf signs the check [Chorus: Busta Rhymes, J-Ro, Guru & Erick Sermon] "Hold up— showin' you that I get busy" "You know we gonna blow up" "Ain't no time to be caught short" "Control the crowd", "Ho— ho— Hold up— showin' you that I get busy" "You know we gonna blow up" "Ain't no time to be caught short" "Control the crowd" "No time to be caught short" [Outro: Rasco] 1-9-9-8 ("The best—") Soul Father ("The new and exciting—") PB Wolf On the 1's and the 2's Wack crews get bruised Check us out y'all Check us out y'all