Hold up, man

You the Hold Up Man

I know where they holed up, man

Don’t you wanna pop that man and all his mans

Pull up, make em do that bullet dance

Put em in a dead man stare trigga trance

I’ll write up some foolproof plans

Kill em, take all they weed, they coke and percs and xans

Movin wit gloves, masks

Cain’t end up on the stand

So, if they get witnesses, they fallin where they stand

Flip the drugs, make some grands

Money, money, money, no red, but green in hand

Hold up, man