Hold Up

Stat Quo & Chamillionaire & Bun B - Rap
Hold Up
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Lyrics
[Verse 1: Bun B] Now I can take the weight of the world off my back I can take the weight of your girl on my lap I'm addicted to [?], [?] stay on the grind Bitches [?] your mind Young prince of the city, you can see my reach Old school [?] Coming down [?] Texas [?] see my streets But we ain't seeing no peace, but you can see my piece If you catch me down in Florida, I'm fucking with [?] Like my [?] said, that be stuck in the feds Every dime from making bread, we get it on in the ghetto [?] said, we was born in the ghetto And for 10 years straight, I've been a don in the ghetto Got them niggas [?] and [?] Like [?] metto, [?] high school I don't even know why these pussy niggas try, fool [Chorus: Stat Quo] I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, nigga Old up I got [?] that'll put you to sleep, nigga Hold up Me and my dawgs always stay on the creep, nigga Hold up [?] try to stop me from eating, nigga Hold up I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, dawg Hold up You a bitch [?] get your head blown off Hold up You broke, [?] rich, that's why your [?] soft Hold up We want it, we buy it, don't care what it cost Old up [Verse 2: Stat Quo] I'm a A-Town boss [?] this bitch Everytime I spit, it be on some classic shit Lotta niggas be acting hard, but they on some plastic shit Ain't no talking 'bout it, we [?] [?] getting way out the water [?] dimes and quarters Get some dirt off my shoulder, get my skrilla in order I'm a big bang [?], who keep his eyes on [?] Fuck what you saying, [?] [?] stretcher Not knowing if you gon' live or die, the reper'll catch ya When it's your time to go, ain't nobody protect ya It's that good old hustler [?] wood grain Stat Quo [?] everything to get change The rap game like the crack game, the block is [?] Re-up with my [?] big chain [Chorus: Stat Quo] I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, nigga Old up I got [?] that'll put you to sleep, nigga Hold up Me and my dawgs always stay on the creep, nigga Hold up [?] try to stop me from eating, nigga Hold up I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, dawg Hold up You a bitch [?] get your head blown off Hold up You broke, [?] rich, that's why your [?] soft Hold up We want it, we buy it, don't care what it cost Old up [Verse 3: Chamillionaire] [?] keep your hand on the grill Don't threaten me with your tool, like you a macanic with [?] Hop out the [?] waving your hand like you rich The 40 karot on your wrist, like [?] They [?] it, telling me it's not 'bout no percentage What you get is [?], don't insult my intelagents Get on the phone call your [?] up, and ask who your dentist is After I knock your platnom grill out, I'll be sure to send him it Don't believe in it anyway, no, you ain't getting any pay No, you ain't toating any K's So we won't see no cemmis spray Ain't gon' lie, I don't know no Eminem, 50 or any Dre But I'm [?] indipendent, [?] any day Niggas hate, so I [?] straight Gotta see if a nigga in your clique is fake If he can't look you in your face He gotta go, gotta give him [?] Can't trust every pretty smile Be the type that'll kiss your face Best [?] up in your place Think it's safe, until they hit your safe Tell a nigga who calling the shots [?] get the [?] Tired of indostry pussy niggas, rap my hand around a nigga throat This ain't about no major label, no Soney Records or no Interscope It's all about if you know your [?] watch yourself [?] [Chorus: Stat Quo] I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, nigga Old up I got [?] that'll put you to sleep, nigga Hold up Me and my dawgs always stay on the creep, nigga Hold up [?] try to stop me from eating, nigga Hold up I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, dawg Hold up You a bitch [?] get your head blown off Hold up You broke, [?] rich, that's why your [?] soft Hold up We want it, we buy it, don't care what it cost Old up
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Credits
- Writers
- Stat Quo
- Chamillionaire
- Bun B