Hold Up
Lil Wayne Feat. T-Streets Lyrics

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Bitch I'm me, American gangsta
Weezy F baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend,
I ain't far in the danger
Clip full of wings,
Turn you boys into angels
Shoot ya in your halo,

Shoot you like halo
New Orleans A-hole,
Flee-o, Fuego
All about my bread like bagels, they know
I'm raw like Qualo,
Ball like gay hoes
Weed so strong
Its like I twist tornadoes
Spit like 9's,
4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
Niggas want problems,
Well I am problematic
It's back to pickin' cotton
Cause you niggas cotton candy
I'ma east side damu,
Deep water Shamu
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo,
Pussy in the bedroom
Pass that bitch down like an heirloom,
Tunechi

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up

Hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'

Hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up

Bitch I'm streets, I rep that east
Gimme the beef, I'll put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets
I fucked that bitch, mission complete
Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga don't fuck wit' imitations
Young Money nigga ain't no limitations
I don't play games niggas simulation
Which one of y'all niggas say ya bout it?
It's a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out of it
That's word to the glock.
Glock in the sock
Who's left playin' shields better stop at the dot
Hold up

Uh,
Married to the money,
You welcome to the reception
She came with problems,
Fuck it that's my step sons
Sleepin' in the Maybach,
Wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast
Turn yo ass to bread crumbs
Uh based on a true story,
I got a million flows they ain't even two stories
Sleepin' on the edge,
I hope I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird
And that's how I get the worm yeah
Real nigga university, alumni
Just check my watch
And that bitch say sometimes
She say when I'm in her
It feel like I'm soul searchin'
And they say money talks,
Well its my spokes person
Uh grab a star from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams
And make her come true, yeah
Young Money in the power
Send my B's at you like a motherfuckin flower

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up

Hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'

Man hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute

Hold up
Hold up

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lil Wayne's "Hold Up" represent a classic example of his signature style. The song shows off his wordplay and ability to cleverly mix punchlines throughout the verses. In the first verse, Lil Wayne boasts about his wealth, success and street credibility. He calls himself an "American gangster", born in a manger, and claims that trouble is his friend. He mentions using his gun to turn his enemies into angels by shooting them in their halos. The second verse is introduced by T-Streets' voice and he picks up where Wayne left off, rapping about his East Coast origins, his sexual exploits and his gangster lifestyle.

The chorus of the song uses repetition as its main device. Lil Wayne and T-Streets repeat the phrase "hold up" several times, creating a sort of chant-like effect. This helps to emphasize the song's theme of aggression and defiance. The concept of hustling all day and partying all night is also introduced in the chorus. This is an integral element of hip hop, which often celebrates the dichotomy of hard work and fun.

Line by Line Meaning

B**** I'm me, American gangsta
I am who I am, an American gangster

Weezy F baby, born in a manger
My name is Weezy F and I was born in humble beginnings

Trouble is my friend, I ain't far in the danger
I'm used to trouble and danger is never far behind

Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
My guns have so many bullets they can turn you into an angel

Shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo
I can shoot you in the head and make it look like a halo

New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego
I'm from New Orleans and I'm hot like fire

All about my bread like bagels, they know
I'm all about making money and everyone knows it

I'm raw like Qualo, ball like gay hoes
I'm real and I play ball like it's nobody's business

Weed so strong its like I twist tornadoes
I smoke such strong weed it feels like I control tornadoes

Spit like 9's, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
My rap flow is like guns: powerful, loud and hard-hitting

N****s want problems, well I am problematic
People who want problems with me should be wary because I can be difficult

It's back to pickin' cotton cause you n****s cotton candy
I can make my enemies go back to a time of hard labor because they are so soft now

I'ma east side damu, deep water Shamu
I'm a gang member from the east side and I'm as powerful and dangerous as a killer whale

Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
I can shoot you in the head, then down to your shoulders and make your blood look like shampoo

Kush and the bamboo, p**** in the bedroom
I smoke high-quality weed and have sex with women in my bedroom

Pa** that b**** down like an heirloom, Tunechi
I share my weed with my friends and call myself by my nickname, Tunechi

Hustle till nightfall
I work hard until it gets dark outside

Party till sunrise
I party until the sun rises the next day

Guns in the boxes
I keep guns in discreet containers to avoid trouble

Dont make this a gun fight
Don't turn this into a violent confrontation

F*** them other n****s
I don't care about other people

F*** them n****s b****es
I don't care about other people's girlfriends or wives

Benadryl s***
I take drugs to help me stay alert and focused

Trigga finger itches
I'm eager to pull the trigger of my gun

B**** I'm streets, I rep that east
My name is Streets and I'm from the east side

Gimmie the beef, I'll put the beef in da grease
Give me the problem and I'll solve it violently

Kush in the sweets, your b**** in the sheets
I smoke weed and have sex with your girlfriend

I f***ed that b****, mission complete
I had sex with the girl and my mission was accomplished

Real n**** talk, Gangsta conversation
I'm being very honest and real about gangster life

I'm a real n**** don't f*** wit imitations
I'm the real deal and you shouldn't mess with me

Young Money n**** ain't no limitations
Being part of Young Money means having no limits and being free to do what I want

I dont play games n****s simulation
I don't waste my time with people who aren't serious

Which one of y'all n****s say ya bout it?
Who here thinks they are tough and can back it up?

It's a f***ed up world T-Streets take ya out of it
The world is a messed up place and I can make it worse for you

That's word to the glock. Glock in my sock
I swear on my gun, which I keep in my sock

Who's left playin' shields better stop at the dot
Whoever is still opposing me better stop before they get hit

Married to the money, welcome to the reception
I'm very focused on making money and I welcome you to join me

She came with problems, f*** it that's my step sons
I don't care about the problems people bring to me, it's like taking care of a family member

Sleepin' in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
I'm so rich and powerful that I sleep in my expensive car and will be notified when my private jet is ready

And I keep the toast turn yo a** to bread crumbs
I keep my guns ready and dangerous, and I can shoot you so much your body is like breadcrumbs

Based on a true story, I got a million flows they ain't even 2 stories
My life is so complex and varied that it's like a true story, and my rap styles are so many that they can't even fit into a 2-story building

Sleepin' on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn
My life is so dangerous and unsure that it feels like I'm sleeping on the edge of a cliff and I hope I don't move around too much in my sleep

Shoot down the early bird and that's how I get the worm yeah
I'm aggressive and violent, and I take what I want by killing anyone who gets in my way

Real n**** university, alumni
I'm a graduate of the school of hard knocks and I have a degree in being a real gangster

Just check my watch and that b**** say sometimes
I'm so rich and powerful that even my watch has a computer that can do anything

She say when I'm in her it feel like I'm soul searchin'
When I have sex with her it feels like I'm looking deep inside her soul

And they say money talks, well its my spokes person
They say money has a voice, and I'm rich enough that it speaks for me

Grab a star from the sun roof
I can do anything, even reach for a star through my car's sunroof

I f*** her in her dreams and make her come true
I'm so good at sex that I can satisfy her even in her dreams

Young Money in the power
Being part of Young Money gives me incredible power and influence

Send my B's at you like a motherf***in flower
I'm so powerful that I can send my gang members at you like a bouquet of flowers

Hustle till nightfall
I work hard until it gets dark outside

Party till sunrise
I party until the sun rises the next day

Guns in the boxes
I keep guns in discreet containers to avoid trouble

Dont make this a gun fight
Don't turn this into a violent confrontation

F*** them other n****s
I don't care about other people

F*** them n****s b****es
I don't care about other people's girlfriends or wives

Benadryl s***
I take drugs to help me stay alert and focused

Trigga finger itches
I'm eager to pull the trigger of my gun

Hold up
Wait a minute, something's not right here

Wait a minute
Hold on, I need to figure out what's going on

Hold up
Wait a minute, something's not right here

Lyrics © Budde Music Publishing GmbH, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Michael Carter, Brian Wicker, David Anthony Stokes, Brian Edner Parker, Keith Lenard Miller, Jesse L. James

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