Hold Up Lyrics - P. Diddy

Aiyyo, turn me up in my headphones, man 

I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin' 

It ain't loud enough, man 

Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em 

Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man 

Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing, children 

Sing, I like it when the children sing 

I like it when you sing 

That lets you know somethin's comin' 

Oh, it's comin', aww, man somethin's comin' 

I like this sound of this somethin's comin' 

You can picture like a photograph, envision the image 

Of 125th street and Lenox 

The old folks, their souls are cold like tenants 

Tryin' to keep your weight up, better eat that spinach 

For four twenty five, niggaz lives get diminished 

The world serious, I'm tryin' to win a pennant 

Cops be on patrol through the block every minute 

Itchin' just to pop somethin', swearin' I'm a menace 

They disturb me but it's love like tennis 

Man, cap to the side and my jersey is vintage 

Chicks'll make a nigga dick hard like a Guinness 

Damn, it's a scam but I handle my business 

Plan to be the man if the Lord be my witness 

Do my chin-ups with the ? sign for my physical fitness 

16's sicker than Alzheimer's, flows is ridiculous, hold up 

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up 

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up 

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up 

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up 

Easy now, I'm seein' 'em, mind where you patrol 

Fall back, young'un, play your lane like a goal 

When his majesty speaks, speech defy gravity 

Bluetooth, nigga but I don't have any cavities 

Diddy got it wrapped like cocoon 

Pop shit like needles through cow manure balloons 

I urge you to tell a friend, warn a brother 

About my splurges, merges with Warner Brothers 

Thugs actin' funny cause 'chicks call me Honey 

See a 9 figure nigga makin' Bugs Bunny money 

Eons beyond bling bling 

So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's 

Make a name, let it bang, so beautiful 

The theme music for crews that move pharmaceuticals 

Or suitable for a recruitable whore 

To service the whole crew when we out on tour 

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up 

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up 

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up 

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up 

It's like the music will literally stop time 

Hold up, hold up, hold up 

We roll up, 20 deep, cock D swole up 

Get inflicted by my verbal conviction 

A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston 

You're not focused enough, you're not listenin' 

You need to slow down, hold up like kickstand 

Hop to it, get on your grind music 

Across 110th, sharp Caesar with a lime music 

Fine tuned with the proper soul seasonin' 

Your live shows are borin', you're just not pleasin' 'em 

Stop teasin' 'em, you can't rock Palladium 

We bring New York back like that Westside stadium 

Fuck the game and if the fame went away 

Still be the hardest workin' man in entertainment today 

Learn a lesson in that, no questionin' that 

No guesswork involved, so stop stressin' the facts, hold up 

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up 

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up 

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up 

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up