Hold Up Lyrics - Havoc

Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide Queens 

That's right, Q U, nigga, yea yea 

Shit like that, know what Im 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 

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'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' crazy 

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' crazy 

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 

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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, fifty two 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' crazy 

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' crazy 

Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots 

For all my gun-cock niggards, 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 

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' crazy 

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' crazy 

Hold up 

South suicide Queens, enjoy 

South suicide Queens, enjoy