Hold Up
Onyx Lyrics

Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block
This song is dedicated to those who dwell and operate in the streets.

For my one stop niggaz that be huggin the spot
It is for those who work in one place and are occupying it as if it were their permanent home.

Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
People are engaging in various activities like drinking, smoking and drug dealing to make money

Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover they face
They are avoiding incoming bottles, spits, and fighting back by covering their face.

Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside
The artist is bragging about having a big truck on which he can do tricks.

In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side
They are in too deep to back out of the drug world and are actively peddling drugs.

See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods
There is no playing games when it comes to real guys from other neighborhoods.

Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked
Some people's car titles get lost and other people get ripped off.

But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam
The artist will take drastic measures if someone steps out of bounds against him or his family.

Holdin the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand
He is capable of various violent acts and is willing to do them on the command of streets.

From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof
His crew is dangerous, and they set off new guns from the roofs.

To them slick dudes, hot and they workin the phone booth
He is also aware of the smart guys in the game who work undercover in their phone booths.

'Cause Lord knows I'm gonna reload and bust back
The singer will reload and retaliate if someone attacks him or his family.

Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap
The guns he and his team possess are of high quality; he has been charged with a federal offense

They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
The targets didn't duck low enough, and the bullets hit their hats.

Murdered and gone, nigga it's a medical fact
If hit, they will get murdered and die, it's a bitter truth.

This is for my gangsta team
The song is directed towards a team of gangsters.

And my dime little mamis rockin Timbs and jeans
It's also for the women in their life who wear Timbs and Jeans.

When it's on, know we ain't afraid to clap them things
They will never hesitate to use their weapons if the situation or the opposition demands it.

In the club, gettin bent, goin cra-zay!
They don't fear anything, even when they are partying in clubs and getting drunk.

Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot
This part is dedicated to the women who work in the same place as the artist.

All my bus stop bitches that be pushin them drops
Women who commute through the bus stop and sell drugs.

Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those papes
They operate by playing the gate, and the women are encouraged to hustle for money.

Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist
They are asked to hustle and make as much money as they can, which includes sex work too.

Project chick, dippin whips, cruisin the strip
The women who work for the singer come from the projects and drive expensive cars, cruising through the streets.

Gettin money for tuition, go to school, and she strip
Some of the women in the game are college-going and use stripping as their bread and butter.

Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard
The women take advantage of the men in the club and lure them to their trap to rob them.

Murda mami set you up, and niggaz bricks get robbed
The women are murderous and will set up a trap to rob the target, mostly drug dealers.

Help her soul if a chick tries to set my team
If one of the women operating with him tries to betray him or his team, they will pay a significant price.

I'm tyin' her up, rep till the death of Queens
He will tie them up, and they'll be dead till the end of time.

All my staircase niggaz keep flippin the jun's
The guys who work with him who live in multi-story apartments sell drugs on a staircase.

All my outta-state niggaz keep gettin them ones
He has trans-state workers that keep making money for him.

Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
They raise their weapons and use invisible weapons, which gives no time for the enemy to react.

That mean you never see it comin nigga, 52 shots
You cannot see it coming, and they will shoot 52 times.

I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you like it or not
He will take over the block, whether the residents of that block want it or not.

You either roll or get rushed (blaow bloaw!) I guess not
You either join them or get attacked, and he assumes that the guy he's talking to chose to be attacked.

Sticky Fingaz, the nigga that be stickin them spots
Sticky Fingaz introduces himself by saying that he is the one who occupies their territory.

For all my gun-cock niggaz that be bustin off shots
It's for all the men who take pride in carrying and shooting guns.

Lay in the straight, black mask raidin ya gate
They will straighten up everything, wear masks, and raid their gate.

Show me ya safe before I put two in ya face
They demand to see the target's money or anything valuable in the safe, or they will shoot them.

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin for whips
Their lower body is covered in dirt and looks for what they can steal.

Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin on bricks
They will catch any rat who tries to fool them and leave their Bentley on bricks.

Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard
They are so cruel that they even use ice picks to fight in the yard.

Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred
If someone tries to mess with him or his team, they will come out of it with scars on their life in ninety-nine percent of cases.

Shoot-outs in broad daylight, bustin at feds
They have encountered shootouts even in broad daylight and have no problem firing at federal officers.

Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
Even cops who have been corrupted will get out dead, and the artist will make sure of that.

For my jail niggaz, stashin bangers deep in they cots
He has got people in jail that keep guns stored deep in their cots.

For my grimy niggaz, hidin under cars from cops
He's also aware of those who seek refuge by hiding under cars from the authorities.

Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats
They'll empty their magazines and use disposable guns to take down their targets.

Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
They'll shoot the target, and then they'll wipe it off and throw the gun away.

What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap
The singer acknowledges the person he is threatening that he'll see him again in the neighborhood if there's going to be trouble.

Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that
Pay the price, or your fancy car will become your part and parcel of your coffin straight like that.