Hold Up - Onyx

Yeah ni**a yeah south suicide queens

That's right Q U ni**a yea yea

Sh*t 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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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 b**ches 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' ni**a fifty two shots

I'm takin' ya block ni**a 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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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 ni**a I see you back in the hood scrap

Turn ya Benz to a coffin ni**a 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