Hold Up

[Intro: Method Man]

Yea, whattup yo, that's right, yeah yeah yeah

I need to be sure, Ayo this your boy Mr. Meth right here man

718 to the 313, let's do it, yeah, my nigga Strike whattup

[Chorus: Animal Chief]

(Hold up) Before you get your jaw swole up

Take another step, the Mac might bust, see the cops get touched

Squad cars get blown up when you see us coming up, screaming 'what nigga'

(Hold up) Throw your guns up before you get touched

Or you get crushed by D.O.T.'s bust, niggas don't give a fuck

We move like the feds on us, so beware when you see us coming up, screaming

[Animal Chief]

Yo I don't need a bottle of Hypnotiq to get bout it

Wild fiends known for carrying guns and narcotics

I'm a hustla, I fell of my feet and bounced back

I'm not guarenteed if I don't make it in rap

See I don't shoot craps, I shoot cats with M40 Gats

I never been shot, but I been pistol whipped by the strap

Stabbed in the back, best friends turned into rats

I used to smoke weed, pop e and guzzle the yak

But now I stack cheese by all means, gun in my jeans

I move out with a small team, misses and me

AKs with the guns and beans, Uzis and M16

We carry more ammo than US Marines

So if you wonder why people call me the Chief

Some people call me Savager Beast

I corrupted the schools and the streets

When in the other hood, we don't lay heat

Ran up in stores, seizing the cheese

The Mountain Climbaz do as we please

[Chorus]

[Method Man]

Ain't nothin sweet right here, I got a fetish for this mic phone, forget t

I'm heading for the top, but not without my eagle desert

A little rough around the edges, trick, but give me credit

I'm something like Jerome Beddings, you know the bust

I spit dust, bu there ain't a thing about that's prosthetic

I'm blacking out, call a medic, fuck that anesthetic

Bring on the pain from these cosmetics

MCs that make up none, that's right, I said it

If you let Tical spread it, we can split this head of lettuce, but you

Can't split my Method

I'm copesthetic, now pop another e for evan

I'm well rested for any enemy that you slept with

Tical check it, we serve another copy of the next Meth murder record

All major credit cards accepted

I don't gotta be arrested, or talk about how I'm well connected

To be respected, you know my steeeez

[Chorus]

[Strike]

You gon need more killas for guns, more cats on your team

More M16s for redbeans, to try to fuck with this latest regime

I put four in your chest, three in your leg and two in your spleen

See I don't gotta come sell you a dream

Nicknamed Detroit's Spike Lee, I stay on the screen

I got soldiers that live in the mud

Once a nigga break loose, the whole industry is catching a flood

You better back, the general is in this bitch, back up

Before I lift my mac up and make your bones crack up

Don't worry bout trying to act up

Cuz these MCs from the streets will have you begging us to put the strap up

See any spot is out cold, I come with enough ammo to swallow up your area code

And I smash niggas outdoors, when it's all said and done, I earned my

Spot and ya'll paid

For yours

[Chorus]