Webbie - Hold Up lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Webbie] Now I grew up around triggers, but it wasn't the triggers It was n***as huggin' the triggers that was bustin' the heads And I grew up around chickens, but it wasn't the chickens It was n***as flippin' the chickens that was duckin' the feds And I show up with a chopper, and it won't be the chopper It'll be me bustin' the chopper that have them runnin' & scared And I send ya to the doctor, and the doctor can try But don't blame the doctor cause your b**h a** dead I ain't never scared mane I been out chea I'mma be out chea you come out chea and you see me out chea Hooked up with Bun B out chea, now we tryin' to get Pimp C out chea Webbie mane ya know whatsup Young Savage don't give a f** 23's on every truck cause me and my n***as blowed up Grew up around licks, but it wasn't the licks It was n***as hittin' the licks that was makin' the bread I grew up around b**hes, but it wasn't the b**hes It was n***as pimpin' the b**hes that was gettin' ahead [Hook: Webbie & Bun B] x2 Now hold up (hold up) Rough and rugged we grew up as soldiers (soldiers) Tell me how you think you gone control us (control us) I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta' holla' is load up (load up) [Verse 2: Webbie] I'm tellin' ya now don't play no games cause I be on some gangsta sh** Swing ya corner creep up on ya let it loose and stank you b**hes Bet ya coward a**es gettin' scared now ain't you b**hes See how ya want be hoes so bend over let me spank ya b**hes Perpetratin' boy listen, them choppers get to dumpin' and penetratin' them chests' And the way they got me feelin' no sense in wearing vests' I'm straight up blessin' n***as I ain't even askin' questions sh** n***a for what? I don't believe in askin' questions, I'mma n***a with guts And for I let a n***a play me I jones for a buck Close range with a .380 Leave his a** leakin' while he shakin' on the pavement Beat'em down like a white man durin' slavery Leave'em crying for his f**in' mama like a baby Ol' cushion a** n***a Actin' like a b**h and make me whoop yo a** n***a Get your mind right ol' p**y a** n***a [Hook: Webbie & Bun B] x2 Now hold up (hold up) Rough and rugged we grew up as soldiers (soldiers) Tell me how you think you gone control us (control us) I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta' holla' is load up (load up) [Verse 3: Webbie] You think this sh** a game, man you just wait till I come over there You ain't really got to change, you might as well just k** yourself Less your body made of steal, I'm tellin' you bring your a** home Alright now I done said, be hard headed and get blast on n***as with masks on, be on top of your roof You gone think that Bin Laden people got to choppin' at you This sh** is serious n***a my life a dramacal If you want comedy stay inside and watch a comicview Don't get it started unless you really want this sh** to get started Cause when I get started this sh** gone get retarded you heard me I grew up with nothing but soldiers and warriors you heard me Use your common sense why the f** you think they call it the dirty A lot of n***as get served, a lot of n***as be servin' I like to see n***as duckin' when I be bootin' and swervin' Cause they round here thuggin' when they should be round here t**n' So from here on out it ain't no f**in' mercy you b**h [Hook: Webbie & Bun B] x2 Now hold up (hold up) Rough and rugged we grew up as soldiers (soldiers) Tell me how you think you gone control us (control us) I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta' holla' is load up (load up)