Hold up
Uncle Murda Dave East Lyrics
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(Hold up, hold up)
Woooo
Hold up, hold up
What's good, what's your name, nigga?
You affiliated with who? And you reppin' what gang, nigga?
Hold up, hold up
Who 'dere? Who 'dere? Can't just let anybody roll up
Hold up, hold up
We takin' you 'cause we supposed to
What you said your name was again? Naw, my niggas don't know you
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Who 'dere? Who 'dere? Can't just let anybody roll up
I don't care if you with a nigga that's with me, what that mean?
You his man, you ain't my man, you ain't gang gang, you ain't with the team
Trust issues, I got 'em
I'm not your brother, don't call me bro
I told my man come get your man, I don't like your man, your man gotta go
I know niggas don't like me, from the projects, yeah, I'm grimey
If I was blood, everyday I probably pull a almighty ten-ninety
Set trippin' in the parkin' lot soon as niggas walk out the spot
It was all good a week ago, that Henny got a nigga lookin' like the opp
Fire here in that glass jar, kitchen smellin' like Mexico
If a nigga rob me, he might as well shoot himself like Plaxico
We send shots, not messages
We don't leave no witnesses
We don't do it for the 'Gram, we don't want the internet to get a wind of this
Where the money? What the business is?
Who you? Where the plug at?
Why talk to a nigga if it ain't 'bout the money, who does that?
Why talk to a nigga that I don't know, he might be the po-po
Or he might be down with the opp tryna line me up on the low-low
Hold up, hold up
What's good, what's your name, nigga?
You affiliated with who? And you reppin' what gang, nigga?
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Who 'dere? Who 'dere? Can't just let anybody roll up
Hold up, hold up
We takin' you 'cause we supposed to
What you said your name was again? Naw, my niggas don't know you
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Who 'dere? Who 'dere? Can't just let anybody roll up
You a opp or a fan, nigga?
I know you watchin' on the 'Gram, nigga
Don't lose your life for a band, nigga
Got the Desert on me, I'm a sand nigga
Caught him lackin' on the East, man got clipped
He was up in (?) with 'em
Amiri got me rockin' tan denim (eleven hunnid)
Hold up, gotta roll up
Got some Cali' we can smoke up
The homies proud to see the loc' up
Deadass, my paper don't joke much (deadass)
Them niggas roll up and you choked up
They ask me about it, don't know much
Jealous, I see your shit slowed up
Gold medals, they need to reward us
I had start with a quarter
I had to trap for a lawyer
You'll get clapped in the mornin'
This track is a actual warnin'
Fame big and they actually performin'
Thirty K if you wanna performance
Fifteen just to see my face
Clear them niggas out, I can see my way
Snoop told me I'm the hardest young nigga out
Honestly, I needed Dre
Gotta bring it wit' us when we leave the Bay
Don't give a fuck what the people say
Know we showin' up them people play
Numbers runnin' up, I just be in Chase
I told you we be in touch
Slowed up, I seen his face
Hold up, hold up
What's good, what's your name, nigga?
You affiliated with who? And you reppin' what gang, nigga?
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Who 'dere? Who 'dere? Can't just let anybody roll up
Hold up, hold up
We takin' you 'cause we supposed to
What you said your name was again? Naw, my niggas don't know you
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Who 'dere? Who 'dere? Can't just let anybody roll up
The lyrics of "Hold Up" by Uncle Murda and Dave East delve into the theme of trust issues and set tripping, a term used to describe someone who claims an allegiance to a gang, territory or group. The lyrics focus on the dangers of associating with unknown people, especially if they claim affiliations that aren't readily verifiable. The lines "Who 'dere? Who 'dere? Can't just let anybody roll up" underline the need for caution and the dangers that can arise from associating with people one doesn't know.
In the lyrics, the two rappers talk about not trusting people easily and being careful with whom they associate. Lines such as "If a nigga rob me, he might as well shoot himself like Plaxico" highlights the consequences of attempting to rob them or cross them. The lyrics indicate that the rappers take their safety and reputation seriously, and anyone who attempts to mess with them will face the full wrath of the two.
The song's overall message is that it's better to be safe than sorry, and one should always be cautious when dealing with people they do not know. While loyalty and gang affiliation may be important, it's essential to be vigilant and discerning, especially when it comes to one's safety and survival.
Line by Line Meaning
Hold up
Pause and pay attention
Hold up, hold up
What's good, what's your name, nigga?
You affiliated with who? And you reppin' what gang, nigga?
Hold up, hold up
Questioning and verifying identity and associations
Who 'dere? Who 'dere? Can't just let anybody roll up
Hold up, hold up
We takin' you 'cause we supposed to
What you said your name was again? Naw, my niggas don't know you
Not allowing outsiders into a close-knit crew
I don't care if you with a nigga that's with me, what that mean?
You his man, you ain't my man, you ain't gang gang, you ain't with the team
Trust issues, I got 'em
I'm not your brother, don't call me bro
I told my man come get your man, I don't like your man, your man gotta go
Distrustful of those associated with associates, and not accepting those who aren't loyal
I know niggas don't like me, from the projects, yeah, I'm grimey
If I was blood, everyday I probably pull a almighty ten-ninety
Set trippin' in the parkin' lot soon as niggas walk out the spot
It was all good a week ago, that Henny got a nigga lookin' like the opp
Acknowledging the hate and potential for violence, especially when influenced by alcohol
Fire here in that glass jar, kitchen smellin' like Mexico
If a nigga rob me, he might as well shoot himself like Plaxico
We send shots, not messages
We don't leave no witnesses
We don't do it for the 'Gram, we don't want the internet to get a wind of this
Using illegal means to protect oneself and team, not bragging about it
Where the money? What the business is?
Who you? Where the plug at?
Why talk to a nigga if it ain't 'bout the money, who does that?
Why talk to a nigga that I don't know, he might be the po-po
Or he might be down with the opp tryna line me up on the low-low
Focused on business and cautious about new acquaintances
You a opp or a fan, nigga?
I know you watchin' on the 'Gram, nigga
Don't lose your life for a band, nigga
Got the Desert on me, I'm a sand nigga
Warning against false loyalties and claiming to be armed
Gold medals, they need to reward us
I had start with a quarter
I had to trap for a lawyer
You'll get clapped in the mornin'
This track is a actual warnin'
Recounting past struggles and emphasizing the realness of the message
Know we showin' up them people play
Numbers runnin' up, I just be in Chase
I told you we be in touch
Slowed up, I seen his face
Asserting dominance and keeping tabs on competition, expecting contact soon
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: David Jr. Brewster
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