Artist: Lil Wayne f/ T-Streets Album: I Am Not a Human Being Song: Hold Up Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Lil Wayne] Let go, okay Bitch I'm me, American gangster Weezy F baby, born in a manger Trouble is my friend I ain't foreign to danger Clip full of wings turn you boys into angels Shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like Halo New Orleans A-hole, frio, fuego All about my bread like bagels, they know I'm Raw like qualudes, ball like gay hoes Weed so strong its like I twist tornados Spit like nines, fo'-fifths and three-eight-ohs Niggaz want problems well I am problematic It's back to pickin cotton cause you niggaz cotton candy I'ma Eastside 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, too cheap Hold up, hold up wait a minute Hold up, hold up mannnnnn [Chorus] We hustle 'til nightfall, party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers, don't make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggaz, fuck them niggaz bitches Benadryl shit, trigger finger itchin and we hustle 'til nightfall, party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers, don't make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggaz, and fuck them niggaz bitches Benadryl shit, trigger finger itchin Hold up, hold up... wait a minute Hold up, hold up... haha [T-Streets] Man bitch I'm Streets, I rep that East Gi-gimme the beef I'll put the beef in the grease Kush and the sweets, your bitch in the sheets I fucked that bitch, mi-mission complete Real nigga talk, gangster conversation I'm a real nigga, don't fuck wit imitations Young Money nigga, ain't no limitations I don't play games, nigga simulations Which one of y'all niggaz say you 'bout it? It's a fucked up world, T-Streets take you out it That's word to the glock, glock in the sock Loose lips sink ships better stop at the dock Hold up~! [Lil Wayne] Uhh married to the money you welcome to the reception And she came with problems, fuck it that's my stepsons Sleepin in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come And I keep the toast, turn yo' ass to breadcrumbs Uhh.. 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, re-real Nigga University, alumni Just checked my watch and that bitch says sometimes She say when I'm in her, it feel like I'm soul searchin And they say money talks, well it's my spokesperson Uhh, grab a star from the sunroof I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true Yeah, Young Money and the power Send my bees at you like a muh'fuckin flower Hold up, hold up Hold up, wait a minute Hold up... hold up, mannn [Chorus]