Hold Up - Cory Mo, Big K.R.I.T., Talib Kweli

Pay attention potna, Bout to do the damn thang, HOLD UP!

If you gettin money gone do the damn thang, HOLD UP!

What you need to do is fire up the damn thang, HOLD UP!

Fuck a bottle im bout to buy the whole damn thang, HOLD UP!

I done did dat befo, HOLD UP!

I can get it for the low, HOLD UP!

Get money at the doe, HOLD UP!

But never trust no ho, HOLD UP!

Jus keep it on da low, HOLD UP!

Let cha bank roll grow, HOLD UP!

You Awready no, HOLD UP!

Im a Hustler fa sho, HOLD UP!

I done been there done that bought the t-shirt

Just sayin', do some research

Take notes watch dem hoes twerk

Keep pippin make dem hoes work

Bitch you looking at a certified P. I

CountryRapTune Alumni for Lee.I.,

Move the fuck around ho mind yo Bee.

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Piss me off i might fuk yo beee’ach!

Yup, sure will, for the simple fact that I am so trill

Kush in the air, vodka on chill

Already known what the business is

Can I get a witness here

Trying to run a legitimate business here

Ya boy C`Mo finna win this year

Fuck the dumb shit, I’m goin in this year

Took long enough, still got a fan base strong enough

& a bag of Kush just a strong

Don’t need no mo I’ve blown enough

Gotta luv the game tho

Play safe, stay in ya lane doe

No reason to explain fo, Fa’really doe!

Bitch I’m bout paper

Never could never pay for pussy

Never will I ever trust a hater

Have to back stab me in mine

Cuz my shine is just so much greater

Than the average muthafucka wit a cape thats always down to save a

Betta call you Captain Kirk or Spock to beam you up

Krizzle why you so cold, the way I spit flows

You think I came from the north pole

The way I bring hoes, I could have done it with my mouth shut

Or hands tied with my eyes closed

I been this way since I was snot nose

Forever deep in the street like a pothole

I’m on the creep for a freak with a hot throat

Could break a chick for a check & a high note

Cuz I done did dat before

Suicide it’s a suicide, trying to test me that’s your foolish pride

Niggas get killed by the truest lie

Like a teardrop fallin from the bluest eye

Til the whites is the color of ruby skies

I take it in stride man, the dude abides

Give you the truth let you decide

That’s how Jesus got crucified

Let it off cuz the pen is the gun

I choose take aim with one eye closed

One blow let you know it’s mightier than the sword

Cuz the wound from the plume don’t never close

Plus even if it close up still gonna scar a nigga so what

I slice niggas like cold cuts, cuz these rap niggas so butt

So I tell em geek down like J Dilla Donuts

So the fake don’t like me, I make mufuckas get feisty

Is you rollin mufucka yea I might be

Cuz you knowing I’m the sugar honey iced tea

Speed it up til we going at light speed

Beat it up so bad that it might bleed

Yeah you nuthin but a tourist go site see

Before they buss yo head open to the white meat, uh!