Music Video
Hold That (feat. Busta Rhymes, J. Doe, Reek Da Villian & Rock Marciano)
Top Songs By Tony Touch
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tony Touch
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dready
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tony Touch
50 MC's
Show you what we gon' do with this
[Verse 2]
My **** Honch took the homie package and stole all the **** loot
Savage Pop done made his cabbage swell up like a breadfruit
Money pissed on him, something smellin' fishy and halibut
Then we skated, linked up with the bulls, and boated back to Farragut
Passengers just know what time when we approach an actress
Goodie scavenger, the way me muscle **** for they shit and boogie
Back to the gate, time to re-up, call the roster
Plotter shows the package and thinkin' like turkey kielbasa
These dummy **** can't play and get in they smart loot
'Cause boot ****'ll come and shot ya blood clot, youth
Apparently when **** don't know when to lay low
And end up in situations where they split your baked potato
Muhfucka
Bashin' the killas, them crushin' the ****
Bounce and deliver this message, you little messenger ****
And they dig in your eye socket with heavy duty needles
Trust me, ****, you don't want no type of problem with them people
[Verse 3]
Listen, lil' homie
It ain't smart the way you be walkin' around these parts
These **** sauté livers and ground beef hearts
To tell the truth, I don't know what you gon' do
Damn, but I'm hopin' you get from round here
Use your better sense of judgement
You don't really wanna
Yo, you better fall back
Or else it's
[Verse 4]
Look, it's not a **** that I might fear
My project got a bigger buzz than light year
Why these phony **** hit me with the ice grill?
Come here right quick, hit you with that icepick
If you know J. Doe, you know I'm on that fly shit
Why I get my Louis dirty fightin' for my side bitch?
You better show me some respect
Bodybuilder flow, I only came here to flex
Shinin' on these hoes without a chain on my neck
You talkin' crazy, lil' homie, put your brain on the TEC
Or TEC on your brain
Either way the endin' still stay the same
Yeah, ay, I got a lot and I'm still tryna get more
Blow my candles out and I can't think of what to wish for
I remember back when I used to be piss poor
Anybody tryna take shit from me, I wrote this for
[Verse 5]
Listen, lil' homie
It ain't smart the way you be walkin' around these parts
These **** sauté livers and ground beef hearts
To tell the truth, I don't know what you gon' do
Damn, but I'm hopin' you get from round here
Use your better sense of judgement
You don't really wanna
Yo, you better fall back
Or else it's
[Verse 6]
Take one for yourself, two for the team
One in the face, two in your spleen, bruises and screams
Eight in the safe, two in the jeans, Rugers and beams
If my dawgs hungry, I'ma uber canuber the team, ****
I'm the wavy one that got the town spinnin'
I be on the mounds pitchin' them curves for wild innings
Steel uranium to his cranium, pound hit him
Temporarily left him with Down syndrome
Look, I'm the avatar with the gat in palm, mixed with Farrakhan
Spittin' bow and arrow atom bombs out my catalog
Smooth chief keep the swagger on Kenny Lattimore
Stacy Lattisaw lookalike on the tag along
Strong Island, they know that I'm the dope link
I got that raw that'll make a giant nose shrink
I brought the aspens to the hood movin' snow racks
I give it when it's owed back, have it ready or hold that
[Verse 7]
Listen, lil' homie
It ain't smart the way you be walkin' around these parts
These **** sauté livers and ground beef hearts
To tell the truth, I don't know what you gon' do
Damn, but I'm hopin' you get from round here
Use your better sense of judgement
You don't really wanna
Yo, you better fall back
Or else it's
[Verse 8]
Chops, pops, gunners, gold five hundreds
Box cutters, stunners, Glocks, by the stomach
Wine colored bullets, diamonds is like boogers
Forever hold the cooker, indulge the hookers
Cut hoes like butchers, it's hard to overlook us
Can't book us, heart cold as in bushes blowin' kushes
With the thing low in the bushes, with pushes
My awesome lookers, y'all some on-lookers, I was born with this
Four four long, more like a trenches
****, you light work, never been hard to lift
Move birds like partridges, blow cartridges
Marks targeted, no L.A. Dodger in this
I'm often where the margarine is and bargin' in
Fuck where the margin is, I put a part in your wig
That's larger than big, than a part of the crib
This arm on the kids like it's part of my rib, you dig?
[Verse 9]
Listen, lil' homie
It ain't smart the way you be walkin' around these parts
These **** sauté livers and ground beef hearts
To tell the truth, I don't know what you gon' do
Damn, but I'm hopin' you get from round here
Use your better sense of judgement
You don't really wanna
Yo, you better fall back
Or else it's
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