- Votes:
 - Genres:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
 - bad boy records
 - diddy
 - east coast rap
 - rap
 
- See also:
 
P. Diddy - Hold Up lyrics
Aiyyo, turn me up in my headphones, man
 I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin'
 It ain't loud enough, man
 Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em
 Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man
Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing, children
 Sing, I like it when the children sing
 I like it when you sing
 That lets you know somethin's comin'
 Oh, it's comin', aww, man somethin's comin'
 I like this sound of this somethin's comin'
You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
 Of 125th street and Lenox
 The old folks, their souls are cold like tenants
 Tryin' to keep your weight up, better eat that spinach
For four twenty five, niggaz lives get diminished
 The world serious, I'm tryin' to win a pennant
 Cops be on patrol through the block every minute
 Itchin' just to pop somethin', swearin' I'm a menace
They disturb me but it's love like tennis
 Man, cap to the side and my jersey is vintage
 Chicks'll make a nigga dick hard like a Guinness
 Damn, it's a scam but I handle my business
Tryin' to be the man if the Lord be my witness
 Do my tennis with the walk sign for my physical fitness
 16's sicker than all signed flows, it's ridiculous, hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
 Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
 Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Easy now, I'm seein' 'em, mind where you patrol
 Fall back, young'un, play your lane like a goal
 When his majesty speaks, speech defy gravity
 Bluetooth, nigga but I don't have any cavities
Diddy got it wrapped like cocoon
 Pop shit like needles through [Incomprehensible] balloonsP. Diddy - Hold Up - http://motolyrics.com/p-diddy/hold-up-lyrics.html
 I urge you to tell a friend, warn a brother
 About my splurges, merges with Warner Brothers
Thugs actin' funny cause 'chicks call me Honey
 See a 9 figure nigga makin' Bugs Bunny money
 Eons beyond bling bling
 So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's
Make a name, let it bang, so beautiful
 The theme music for crews that move pharmaceuticals
 Or suitable for a recruitable whore
 To service the whole crew when we out on tour
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
 Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
 Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
It's like the music will literally stop time
 Hold up, hold up, hold up
 We roll up, 20 deep, cock D swole up
 Get inflicted by my verbal conviction
 A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston
You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'
 You need to slow down, hold up like kickstand
 Hop to it, get on your grind music
 Across 110th, sharp Caesar with a lime music
Fine tuned with the proper soul seasonin'
 Your live shows are borin', you're just not pleasin' 'em
 Stop teasin' 'em, you can't rock Palladium
 We bring New York back like that Westside stadium
Fuck the game and if the fame went away
 Still be the hardest workin' man in entertainment today
 Learn a lesson and that's no questionin' that
 No guesswork involved, so stop stressin' the facts, hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
 Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
 Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up











