Hold Up Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] Yea, whattup yo, that's right, yeah yeah yeah I need to be sure, Ayo this your boy Mr. Meth right here man 718 to the 313, let's do it, yeah, my nigga Strike whattup [Chorus: Animal Chief] (Hold up) Before you get your jaw swole up Take another step, the Mac might bust, see the cops get touched Squad cars get blown up when you see us coming up, screaming 'what nigga' (Hold up) Throw your guns up before you get touched Or you get crushed by D.O.T.'s bust, niggas don't give a fuck We move like the feds on us, so beware when you see us coming up, screaming [Animal Chief] Yo I don't need a bottle of Hypnotiq to get bout it Wild fiends known for carrying guns and narcotics I'm a hustla, I fell of my feet and bounced back I'm not guarenteed if I don't make it in rap See I don't shoot craps, I shoot cats with M40 Gats I never been shot, but I been pistol whipped by the strap Stabbed in the back, best friends turned into rats I used to smoke weed, pop e and guzzle the yak But now I stack cheese by all means, gun in my jeans I move out with a small team, misses and me AKs with the guns and beans, Uzis and M16 We carry more ammo than US Marines So if you wonder why people call me the Chief Some people call me Savager Beast I corrupted the schools and the streets When in the other hood, we don't lay heat Ran up in stores, seizing the cheese The Mountain Climbaz do as we please [Chorus] [Method Man] Ain't nothin sweet right here, I got a fetish for this mic phone, forget t I'm heading for the top, but not without my eagle desert A little rough around the edges, trick, but give me credit I'm something like Jerome Beddings, you know the bust I spit dust, bu there ain't a thing about that's prosthetic I'm blacking out, call a medic, fuck that anesthetic Bring on the pain from these cosmetics MCs that make up none, that's right, I said it If you let Tical spread it, we can split this head of lettuce, but you can't split my Method I'm copesthetic, now pop another e for evan I'm well rested for any enemy that you slept with Tical check it, we serve another copy of the next Meth murder record All major credit cards accepted I don't gotta be arrested, or talk about how I'm well connected To be respected, you know my steeeez [Chorus] [Strike] You gon need more killas for guns, more cats on your team More M16s for redbeans, to try to fuck with this latest regime I put four in your chest, three in your leg and two in your spleen See I don't gotta come sell you a dream Nicknamed Detroit's Spike Lee, I stay on the screen I got soldiers that live in the mud Once a nigga break loose, the whole industry is catching a flood You better back, the general is in this bitch, back up Before I lift my mac up and make your bones crack up Don't worry bout trying to act up Cuz these MCs from the streets will have you begging us to put the strap up See any spot is out cold, I come with enough ammo to swallow up your area code And I smash niggas outdoors, when it's all said and done, I earned my spot and ya'll paid for yours [Chorus]Strike f/ Animal Chief, Method Man - Hold Up - http://motolyrics.com/strike-f-animal-chief-method-man/hold-up-lyrics.html