Put it in the bag boys
Said the petty thief
I’m only gonna say it once
So don’t play dumb with me

Don’t nobody make a move
And don’t nobody speak
Everybody on the floor
Don’t mess around with me

Put it in the bag boys
Then we’re on our way
All the money in the bag
We’ll count it up another day
Put it in the bag boys
Then we’ve got it made
Now don’t go making me mad
Put the money in the bag

We’ve gone and made it this far
Now we can’t run away
If we make it out alive
To see another day, oh then

We’ll leg it to the border
Sneak on past the toll
There ain’t no copper
Gonna put me in the hole

We’re almost at the end
There’s an open road ahead
Freedom’s just another 30 miles away
But luck came undone
As we jumped the gun
Now all we can do is run

[T.I:]
Ya'll already know what this is homeboy
No no no no no nigga
Fuck what you heard homeboy
Real niggas on deck
Goons is out nigga hey

[Verse 1: Nelly]
We do 100 on the highway
Switching lane after lane
If the po po come in let em
Ain't no stopping today
We brought them horses out tonight (hey)
Them big blocks dude
Cam phone pipes (hey)
I know you here em
Please who in your room would trade places with me
If I ain't what ya trying to be than why you hustling see
To be young black and rich
If that ain't the combination
Tell me when it switched
I need to know (listen)
Maybe the problem is your thinking to small
You niggas only wanna rap and that's all
Your only goal is to buy out the mall
I go and buy me a mall
You want the stuff for the summer
I'm gon buy me the fall
And get a myspace lick (yeaaah)
You know how many hits myspace gets (yeaaah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling the truth
I'm hurting feelings in and out of this booth
Now listen

[Chorus:]
You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo)
[? ]
You wanna brag about a lil change
You need to step up your game lil boy
You better Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down
You better Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Well pac I see these haters watching me
But I ain't tripping ya'll see there ain't no stopping me
Weigh in the middle
And I'm steady buying property
I got land to catch me you hit the lottery
Niggas so stop playing
Boy I ride what I want to and ye ain't know
See me buying what I want to
Walk out the store 100 thousand in my pocket
You can tell how I want
I ball like a dog
Horsing at the red light
On chrome drop top candy red type
454 nigga want better bring it home
(fresh off vacation all this hate got me paranoid)
Yeah better know it
Wanna bring it you ain't ready for it
No right now what's ya tell em go get boy
And lights out
And nigga I ain't playing with ya
Come any day I'll hit ya
Don't let me pull up on ya in that turning lane nigga

[Chorus:]
You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo)
[? ]
You wanna brag about a lil change
You need to step up your game lil boy
You better Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down
You better Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down

[Verse 3: LL Cool J]
My bread stack high like mike in NBA highlights
Man just means jacuzzi bubbling with sky lights
Smoke cool L jueal kill a niggas eye sight
Wal mart stops in 87 like damn right
My wrist stay glistening
Two birds kissing
I'm sick of all this money somebody call a physician in
The american dream I'm with niggas is visioning
You clowns ain't making it rain it's just drizzling
Acting like I ain't paid what you talking bout
I throw a party at the bank walk a million out
Got over 30 movies what you think you doing to me
You sold a couple records how you think you gon do me
You know I'm in shape I slap you you gon try and sue me
I buy you off slide off with your lil cutie
All the money is a god damn new sense
Look at my career yeah I'm the blueprint

[Chorus:]
You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo)
[? ]
You wanna brag about a lil change
You need to step up your game lil boy
You better Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down
You better Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down

09:05 On est entrés dans la banque
09:05 Attention un hold-up !
09:06 Ventre à terre et fermez la !
09:06 On entend voler les mouches

Et je vois... ma mort

09:07 On avance vers le guichet
09:07 La combinaison du coffre, vite !
09:08 J'vous jure, j'la connais pas !
09:08 Jojo sort son attirail

Et je vois... ma mort

09:09 La serrure vient de céder
09:09 Jojo tourne la poignée
09:10 ça fait un boucan du diable
09:10 Remballez les gars, on s'tire vite !

Et je vois... ma mort

09:11 Toutes les portes sont bloquées
09:11 Y'a des flics plein la rue
09:12 Vous feriez miuex de vous rendre
Sortez les mains en l'air !
09:12 On préfère plutôt crever

Et je vois... ma mort

09:13 ça déchire le silence
09:13 ça me frappe en pleine tempe
09:13 Je tombe sur les genoux
09:13 ç'aurait pu être un beau coup

Et je vois ma mort me sourire
Et je la vois m'emmener

* 0:00 Mariah Carey - It's Like That
* 0:00 James Taylor - Your Smiling Face
* 0:12 Ludacris - Number One Spot (Which itself includes a Quincy Jones sample)
* 0:21 50 Cent - In Da Club
* 0:21 Timbaland - Indian Flute
* 0:32 Pixies - Where Is My Mind?
* 0:40 Young Gunz - Can't Stop, Won't Stop
* 0:43 Nas, Puff Daddy - Hate Me Now
* 1:25 Girl Talk - Unnamed Original Track
* 1:46 D4L - Laffy Taffy
* 2:08 Buckwheat Boys - Peanut Butter Jelly Time
* 2:28 Weezer - Say It Ain't So

[Intro: Nelly]
Can I get a hey hey?
I get a ho ho
Can I get a hey hey?
I get a ho ho

[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
[Verse One].. What's it gon be today? (Let's see)
The yellow Benz or the red Navi'
Iny, miny, ony, mo
That's the way I pick when I'm ready to roll
Murph Dert got the limos wit his vehicles
(Yeah that's the way it go when you got money to blow)
Ho! well then, say no mo'
Just think, I was on my way to the sto'
I got scratched but I don't got nails
Got my own truck but I wanna drive trails
Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales
And I'm tryin' to get a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I aint talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so aint no need to stall
I don't run or walk now so I can give it to em all

[Hook: Nelly]
Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, big booty I'm recommendin'
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

I don't wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh.. Shiit, Taxi!

[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
[Verse Two] I call her back from an earlier week
4 in the mornin' they be like (Mm-mm nah I aint asleep)
Career whore, stay on top of convenient stores
Get pictures of me in they Victoria Secret drawers
Keep summin hot on tour, couldn't keep anything hotter
Make sure they know before what is really in store
I adore the ones that call me Tohri, true story
I created hoodrats, so these new models bore me
See I load up the 7 wit 7's, for 8's I can't wait
9's be one time and Dimes we won't date
So now I got 11's and 12's
Wit at least 13 or 14 reasons why they fine as hell
I hit em up like Blu Cantrall
He-he-he-he-he-he-he-hell
I remember when you smashed the bail
I'm just a, derrty who can and you hatas stand out
I'm like the pie in the window, I'm just too damn hot

[Hook: Nelly]
Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, big booty I'm recommendin'
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

I don't wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh..Shiit, Taxi!

[Verse 3: Murphy Lee]
[Three] (Can I get a hey hey?
Can I get a ho ho?)
Not you the one behind ya girl
I done spit 2 verses tryin' to find ya girl
And if you need a sex deal, lemme sign ya girl
Just give me your information
And I'll keep you in heavy rotation
I wanna touch you wherre the sun don't shine
I got a watch but I don't got time
So if you wit it, then you wit that's good
Cuz if you not then I could simply take you back to the hood
...Cuz I love my hoes
Pimpin' aint easy but it's under control
I got a lot of shit in me but I'm not a commode
Cell phone, arrea code overload
I called Mannie in Louisian-ny
Said the MO's is off the hook and make em move they fanny

[Hook: Nelly]
Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, big booty I'm recommendin'
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, big booty I'm recommendin'
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

I don't wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh..Shiit, Taxi!

"Hold Up"

If the weapon is your love, I got my hands up
If the weapon is your love, I got my hands up

I'd say hold up,
Broken out of nowhere, showed up
I'm in love,
This heist got me skipping a heart beat
I'm giving up

I wanna run, run, run away
In your getaway car, make a getaway

If the weapon is your love, I got my hands up
If you're gonna take me down, I surrender
I'll give you anything you want
Just don't leave me alone
This is a hold up, this is a hold up
If the weapon is your love, I got my hands up

Hey, stranger
I'm addicted to the danger of the touch
Now you're wanted
Better keep me as your hostage
Tie me up

I wanna run, run, run away
In your getaway car, make a getaway

If the weapon is your love, I got my hands up
If you're gonna take me down, I surrender
I'll give you anything you want
Just don't leave me alone
This is a hold up, this is a hold up

Everybody get down
Get down on the floor, floor
Everybody get down
Nobody gets hurt, hurt

If the weapon is your love, I got my hands up
If you're gonna take me down, I surrender
I'll give you anything you want
Just don't leave me alone
This is a hold up, this is a hold up

If the weapon is your love, I got my hands up
If you're gonna take me down, I surrender
I'll give you anything you want
Just don't leave me alone
This is a hold up, this is a hold up

If the weapon is your love, I got my hands up
If the weapon is your love, I got my hands up

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1:]
Bitch Im me, American gangsta
weezy F baby, born in a manger
trouble is my friend, I aint far in the danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo
New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego
all about my bread like bagels, they know
Im raw like Qualo, ball like gay hoes
weed so strong its like I twist tornadoes
spit like 9′s, 4 5th’s, and 3 8 oh’s
niggas want problems, well I am problematic
Its back to pickin cotton cause you niggas cotton candy
Ima east side damu, deep water shamoo
shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
pass that bitch down like an heirloom,
Tunechi

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up

[Chorus - x2:]
Huslte till nightfall
Party till sunrise
Guns in the boxes
Dont make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
Fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itches

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up

[T-Streets - Verse 2:]
Bitch Im streets, I rep that east
Gimmie the beef, I’ll put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets
I fucked that bitch, mission complete
Real nigga talk, Gangsta conversation
Im a real nigga dont fuck wit immitations
Young Money nigga aint no limitations
I dont play games niggas simulation
Which one of yall niggas say ya bout it?
Its a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out of it
Thats word to the glock.. Glock in my sock
who's left playin shields better stop at the dot
Hold up

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3:]
Uhh Married to the money, welcome to the reception
She came with problems, fuck it thats my step sons
Sleepin in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast turn yo ass to bread crumbs
Uhh based on a true story, I got a million flows they aint even 2 storys
Sleepin on the edge, I hope I dont toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird and thats how I get the worm yeah
Real nigga university, alumni
Just check my watch and that bitch say sometimes
She say when Im in her it feel like Im soul searchin
And they say money talks, well its my spokes person
Uhh grab a star from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true
Young Money in the power
Send my B’s at you like a motherfuckin flower

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up

[Chorus - x2:]
Huslte till nightfall
Party till sunrise
Guns in the boxes
Dont make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
Fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itches

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up

Hold Up
[Intro:]
Chris Brown
Big Boi
Yea

[Big Boi Rap]
Oh she's mine
And see god knew she was mine
The day i seen that guy
The big mouth bass
On the line
It's time for me to retrieve her
And go git her like a wild reciever
But we dn't play no ball
See when we come through
We babygirl gon' make it ball

[Verse 1: (Chris Brown)]
On the real we need to nip this in the butt
Cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hatin (everybody's hatin)
It feels like they just waitin (for us to grow apart)
Yeayee
its just hard for me to do
But baby if i'm your man
I guess i gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl i can't front now
I'm nervous

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

[Verse 2: (Chris Brown)]
Now a days is so crazy
Out here
You'd wanna be cuttin me
If your daughter struts with me
Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too
No entourage, no crew
Just me ridin with my boo
I got her
But don't think i'm replacin you

Girl know you know what i do
And i know you made your mind up
It'll take days and days, and decades to find anOther
Dude that's gonna walk in my shoes
And girl keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

Now baby please
Hang up the phOne
Cause i'm talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
She told me she like me
And i really like her
She gon' be my wifey
I say baby please
Hang up the phone
Cause i'm talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
He told me she like me
And i really like her
She gon be my wifey

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

[Big Boi Rap]
Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light
And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you'll never find another fella that's betta than your king
I ming go sing gon' talk about goods
Who playin
But we cant have no picket fence cause we got acres & acres of land
The haters are takin it mad
That we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass
Girl buy, give it a try, give yo boy a chance
Ever since you landed in myspace it seems like i'm yours again
My top friend, rock them
We don't need no all day hits
Pop them
Put ol' Google on a boss back

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you
Baby please
And she like me
And i really like her
Baby please
She gon' be my wifey
Baby please

J'suis postiché, j'ai les mêmes cheveux qu'Dalida
La barbe de Fidel Castro et un gros beretta
La gabardine de Columbo, les lunettes d'Elton John
Et la dégaine distinguée des frères Dalton.
Les lieux sont repérés, 9 H devant la banque,
J'suis devant le sas, je sonne et je rentre,
J'fais la queue comme tout le monde,
Mes potes m'attendent 2 rues plus loin,
J'suis opérationnel dans 30 secondes,
Je guette le vigile qui m'regarde bizarre,
Je m'approche de lui et j'lui dis qu'est-c'que tu veux connard ?
J'lui mets un coup de plafond
Et direct j'lui sors mon arme,
Je braque la grosse pute qui s'trouve derrière le comptoir:
Ferme ta gueule, on va pas en faire toute une histoire.
D'ailleurs ouvre le sas y'a mes potes sur le trottoirs,
Je sors les sacs de sport en un temps record,
J'veux juste l'oseille et dans 5 minutes je sors.
Refrain:
On fait notre entrée dans la banque
Sans faire toc-toc-toc
113 / Intouchable, ferme ta gueule, c'est un hold-up !
On braque, charge les sacs et on décolle,
La main sur la détente, tu seras pas l'seul à embrasser l'sol ( x 2 )
Démon / AP
Montre en main tout est OK
J'suis pr't pour le feu d'artifice concentré dans mes pensée, remarque
L'entrée des artistes, artistes cagoulés,
J'donne l'ordre que tout l'monde s'mette à terre,
J'tire une fois en l'air, c'est bon on a le feu vert.
Monsieur le directeur, on vient relever les compteurs.
On va passer 1 heure à attendre les inspecteurs,
Assez parlé, et passons aux choses sérieuses,
J'ai pas l'temps de m'attarder, chaque seconde me sont précieuses,
Pendant qu'on est dans les temps, je m'occupe de l'argent de surface, du
Travail de pro, t'inquiète, on laissera pas de trace.
J'remplis les sacs à bloc et là la pourriture veille,
Si Ça tourne au drame, on va laisser des cervelles.
Direction la salle des coffres, j'emmène le directeur au sous-sol,
Mais là y'a un p'tit problème c'batard veut pas cracher le code.
Obligé de le sequester car y'a refus d'obtempérer,
Il a fallu que je lui fasse des photos de sa femme ligotée,
Je prends en otage un client qu'a voulu faire le justicier,
Canon sur la tempe, refais plus ça, sinon j'vais t'tuer,
De ce hold-up on en chie, ça risquerait de finir en boucherie,
Y'a plus de temps à perdre, on s'dirige vers la sortie,
Je remonte les escaliers, les sacs chargés on peut y aller,
Je crois qu'les gars on a touché, un très gros paquet de billets,
Mais j'allais oublier, j'prends le directeur pour couvrir la fuite,
Ne paniquez pas on va l'lacher sur le périph'.
OK on s'barre, dans les sacs plus de 100 barres, je préviens le D,
Le M qui sont restés à l'écart, à la sortie de la banque, on se précipite vers
La planque, le D est prêt à partir avant qu'il y ait une descente,
Y a rien qui manque, non ! Le D est là ? Ouais ! Le M est là ?
Ouais ! La pourriture ? Ouais ! Le colonel ? Ouais ! Ouais !
Refrain
Dry
Après une entrée surprenante, une sortie plutôt fracassante,
Mes membres en attente, dans l'attente d'une couille imminente,
J'garde le contact,démon One plus que 10 secondes,
Plus qu'un sac Gros.
Juste assez de temps pour finir ma blonde,
Ils ont l'air chargés, je pense que le coup a marché,
Dry au volant, je vous conseille de vous accrocher,
Freins à main, tête à queue, trace avec mes complices, VR6,
Compteur 2, 3, 4 et j'sème ta police, j'reprends le volant,
Sans avoir fait de contrôle technique,
Mais cette fois-ci moi j'fonce dans le tas,
Si Ça se complique.
Ici le M pour le D, première à droite, keufs à 500 mètres...
Eh ! Y'a d'la poucav ou quoi ? Ces PD's bouchent le périmètre ,
Chronomètre à la main, fusil à portée de main,
Personne nous freine car par les quai, moi j'connais le chemin.

9h05 On est entré dans la banque
9h05 Attention, c'est un hold-up !
9h06 Ventre à terre et fermez-la !
9h06 On entend voler les mouches
Et je vois... ma mort

9h07 On avance vers le guichet
9h07 La combinaison du coffre, vite !
9h08 J'vous jure, j' la connais pas !
9h08 Dédé sort son attirail
Et je vois... ma mort

9h09 La serrure vient de céder
9h09 Dédé tourne la poignée
9h10 Ca fait un boucan du diable !
9h10 Remballez les gars ! On s' tire, vite !
Et je vois... ma mort

9h11 Toutes les portes sont bloquées
9h11 Y'a des flics plein la rue
9h12 Vous feriez mieux de vous rendre !
9h12 On préfère plutôt crever !
Et je vois... ma mort

9h13 Ca déchire le silence
9h13 Ca me frappe en pleine tempe
9h13 Je tombe sur mes genoux
9h13 C'aurait pu être un beau coup
Et je vois... ma mort
Et je la vois m'emmener

Thx : Nitro

[Intro: Nelly]
Can I get a hey hey?
I get a ho ho
Can I get a hey hey?
I get a ho ho

[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
[Verse One].. What's it gon be today? (Let's see)
The yellow Benz or the red Navi'
Iny, miny, ony, mo
That's the way I pick when I'm ready to roll
Murph Dert got the limos wit his vehicles
(Yeah that's the way it go when you got money to blow)
Ho! well then, say no mo'
Just think, I was on my way to the sto'
I got scratched but I don't got nails
Got my own truck but I wanna drive trails
Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales
And I'm tryin' to get a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I aint talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so aint no need to stall
I don't run or walk now so I can give it to em all

[Hook: Nelly]
Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, big booty I'm recommendin'
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

I don't wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh.. Shiit, Taxi!

[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
[Verse Two] I call her back from an earlier week
4 in the mornin' they be like (Mm-mm nah I aint asleep)
Career whore, stay on top of convenient stores
Get pictures of me in they Victoria Secret drawers
Keep summin hot on tour, couldn't keep anything hotter
Make sure they know before what is really in store
I adore the ones that call me Tohri, true story
I created hoodrats, so these new models bore me
See I load up the 7 wit 7's, for 8's I can't wait
9's be one time and Dimes we won't date
So now I got 11's and 12's
Wit at least 13 or 14 reasons why they fine as hell
I hit em up like Blu Cantrall
He-he-he-he-he-he-he-hell
I remember when you smashed the bail
I'm just a, derrty who can and you hatas stand out
I'm like the pie in the window, I'm just too damn hot

[Hook: Nelly]
Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, big booty I'm recommendin'
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

I don't wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh..Shiit, Taxi!

[Verse 3: Murphy Lee]
[Three] (Can I get a hey hey?
Can I get a ho ho?)
Not you the one behind ya girl
I done spit 2 verses tryin' to find ya girl
And if you need a sex deal, lemme sign ya girl
Just give me your information
And I'll keep you in heavy rotation
I wanna touch you wherre the sun don't shine
I got a watch but I don't got time
So if you wit it, then you wit that's good
Cuz if you not then I could simply take you back to the hood
...Cuz I love my hoes
Pimpin' aint easy but it's under control
I got a lot of shit in me but I'm not a commode
Cell phone, arrea code overload
I called Mannie in Louisian-ny
Said the MO's is off the hook and make em move they fanny

[Hook: Nelly]
Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, big booty I'm recommendin'
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, big booty I'm recommendin'
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

I don't wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh..Shiit, Taxi!

[Verse 1]
The world is mine
but it ain't no cakewalk getting signed
getting my chance to shine
who really has my interests in mind
why you shovin' me from behind
every time I decide to sign on the dotted line
without a product
there ain't no sales
if money is divine
then I'm the holy grail
so don't be forgettin' to listen to the rhyme
when the guitar wails
if all else fails
just remember that I'm the stitch
that holds together all this shit
which makes everyone of y'all my bitch
[Pre-Chorus]
With this kiss
I am your Judas
and I stand with wounded wrist
I'll never make it through this
I twist your cross ninety degrees
I breathe hellfire and boil the seas
satan doesn't exist under the soil and trees
they planted a seed
and made you believe
in a religion based on money and greed
send money please
the church needs all your cheese
so follow my lead
and get on your knees
[Chorus]
Hold up a minute
don't wanna jump right in it
let me soak this all in
[Verse 2]
Shut your mouth
don't bring that mouth down south
you'll get your tongue ripped out
this is my house
you wanna be talkin' trash
then keep on walkin' fast
you ain't gonna last
tryin' to pimp like Shaft
you make me laugh
and you smell real bad
I could set you up with a nice warm bath
it's Slim keepin' it thin
don't make come over there and kick your ass
and all that jazz
and all these rhymes
that go buck
like ten dimes
just tryin' to open your eyes wide
so you don't go blind
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Gradually
I begin to see
everything that stands in front of me
cowards facing their insecurities
by attacking me
when I'm down on my knees
stealing my air
when it's hard to breathe
manipulating people
to make them believe
I pity you bitch
you ain't shit to me
I run the show now
so set your ego free
[Chorus]

Chris Brown
Big Boi
Yeah

[Big Boi Rap]
Hook, line, and sinker
I knew she was mine the day I seen her
Got a big mouth bass
On the line
It's time for me to retrieve her
And go git her like a wild receiver
But we don't play no ball
See when it comes to you babygirl,
B.B. don't play at all

[Chris Brown]
On the real we need to nip this in the bud
'cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hating (everybody's hating)
It feels like they just waiting (for us to grow apart)
Yeah
it's just hard for me to do
But baby if I'm your man
I guess I gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl I can't front now
I'm nervous

I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimping in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her?
Hold up
Can I take her out?
Hold up, uh
That's why I gotta tell you

[Chris Brown]
Now a days is so crazy
Out here
You'd wanna be cutting me
If your daughter struts with me
Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too
No entourage, no crew
Just me riding with my boo
I got her
But don't think I'm replacing you

Girl know you know what I do
And I know you made your mind up
It'll take days and days and decades to find another
Dude, that's gonna walk in my shoes
And girl keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual

I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimping in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her?
Hold up
Can I take her out?
Hold up, uh
That's why I gotta tell you

Now baby please
Hang up the phone
'cause I'm talking to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talking to your daughter
And she likes me
She told me she likes me
And I really like her
She's gonna be my wife
I say, baby, please
Hang up the phone
'cause I'm talking to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talking to your daughter
And she likes me
He told me she likes me
And I really like her
She's gonna be my wife

I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimping in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her?
Hold up
Can I take her out?
Hold up, uh
That's why I gotta tell you

[Big Boi Rap]
Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light
And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you'll never find another fellow that's better than your king
I ming go sing gonna talk about goods
Who's playing
But we can't have no picket fence 'cause we got acres and acres of land
The haters are taking it mad
That we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass
Girl, bye, give it a try, give your boy a chance
Ever since you landed in my space it seems like I'm yours again
My top friend, drop them
We don't need no audience
Pop them
Put old Google on a boss back

I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimping in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her?
Hold up
Can I take her out?
Hold up, uh
That's why I gotta tell you

I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimping in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her?
Hold up
Can I take her out?
Hold up, uh
That's why I gotta tell you
Baby, please
And she likes me
And I really like her
Baby, please
She's gonna be my wife
Baby, please

feat. Havoc (Mobb Deep)

[talking]
Yeah nigga... haha yeah (South Suicide Queens)
That's right... uh uh, Q.U. nigga (yea yea)
Shit like that, knowhamsayin put these drinks up
yaheard? - let's do this right, what yo

[Fredro Starr]
Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop niggaz that be huggin the spot
Sittin on crates, gettin loaded, get that cake
Dodgin drinks, spit and hafta cover they face
Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side
See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods
Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked
But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam
Holdin the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand
From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and they workin the phone booth
Cuz Lord knows I'm gonna reload and bust back
Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap
They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga it's a medical fact

[Hook: Havoc] - 2X
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
and my dime little mamis rockin Timbs and jeans
When it's on, know we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin bent, goin cra-zay!

[Sonsee]
Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin them drops
Playin the gate, get it ma, get those papes
Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist
Project chick, dippin whips, cruisin the strip
Gettin money for tuition, go to school and she strip

Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard
Murda mami set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
Help her soul if a chick try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep till the death of Queens
All my staircase niggaz keep flippin the jun's
All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
that mean you never see it comin nigga, 52 shots
I'm takin ya block nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed (blaow bloaw!) I guess not

[Hook: Havoc] - 2X

[Sticky Fingaz]
Sticky Fingaz, the nigga that be stickin them spots
For all my gun-cock niggaz that be bustin off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin ya gate
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya face
Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin on bricks
Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard
Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred
Shoot-outs in broad daylight, bustin at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin bangers deep in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin under cars from cops
Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats
Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap
Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that

[Hook: Havoc] - 2X

Hold up...

'South Suicide Queens'
'Enjoy!'
'South Suicide Queens'
'Enjoy!'

9h05 On est entré dans la banque
9h05 Attention, c'est un hold-up !
9h06 Ventre à terre et fermez-la !
9h06 On entend voler les mouches
Et je vois... ma mort

9h07 On avance vers le guichet
9h07 La combinaison du coffre, vite !
9h08 J'vous jure, j' la connais pas !
9h08 Dédé sort son attirail
Et je vois... ma mort

9h09 La serrure vient de céder
9h09 Dédé tourne la poignée
9h10 Ca fait un boucan du diable !
9h10 Remballez les gars ! On s' tire, vite !
Et je vois... ma mort

9h11 Toutes les portes sont bloquées
9h11 Y'a des flics plein la rue
9h12 Vous feriez mieux de vous rendre !
9h12 On préfère plutôt crever !
Et je vois... ma mort

9h13 Ca déchire le silence
9h13 Ca me frappe en pleine tempe
9h13 Je tombe sur mes genoux
9h13 C'aurait pu être un beau coup
Et je vois... ma mort
Et je la vois m'emmener.

[Intro:]
this sounds like an elevator music
Chris Brown
Big Boi
Yeah

[Big Boi Rap]
Hook, line, and sinker
I knew she was mine the day I seen her
Got a big mouth bass
On the line
It's time for me to retrieve her
And go get her like a wide receiver
But we don't play no ball
See when it comes to you babygirl,
B.B. don't play at all

[Verse 1 (Chris Brown):]
On the real we need to nip this in the bud
'cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hating (everybody's hating)
It feels like they just waiting (for us to grow apart)
Yeah
it's just hard for me to do
But baby if I'm your man
I guess I gotta be a man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl I can't front now
I'm nervous

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimping in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her?
Hold up
Can I take her out?
Hold up, uh
That's why I gotta tell you

[Verse 2 (Chris Brown):]
Now a days is so crazy
Out here
You'd wanna be cutting me
If your daughter struts with me
Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too
No entourage, no crew
Just me riding with my boo
I got her
But don't think I'm replacing you

Girl know you know what I do
And I'm a major minor
It'll take days and days and decades to find another
Dude, that's gonna walk in my shoes
And girl keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual

[Chorus]

Now baby please
Hang up the phone
'cause I'm talking to your father
Mr Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talking to your daughter
And she likes me
She told me she likes me
And I really like her
She's gonna be my wifey
I say, baby, please
Hang up the phone
'cause I'm talking to your father
Mr Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talking to your daughter
And she likes me
He told me she likes me
And I really like her
She's gonna be my wifey

[Chorus]

[Big Boi Rap]
Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light
And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you'll never find another fellow that's better than your king
Know what I mean, know what I'm saying, know what I'm talking about, girl who is playing?
But we can't have no picket fence 'cause we got acres and acres of land
The haters are taking it mad
That we can handle these fakers with class
Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass
Girl, bye, give it a try, give your boy a chance
Ever since you landed in my space it seems like I'm yours again
My top friend, drop them
We don't need no audience
Popping
For approval or applause, not them

[Chorus]

I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimping in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her?
Hold up
Can I take her out?
Hold up, uh
That's why I gotta tell you
Baby, please
And she likes me
And I really like her
Baby, please
She's gonna be my wifey
Baby, please

[Intro:]
Chris Brown
Big Boi
Yea

[Big Boi Rap]
Oh she's mine
And see god knew she was mine
The day i seen that guy
The big mouth bass
On the line
It's time for me to retrieve her
And go git her like a wild reciever
But we dn't play no ball
See when we come through
We babygirl gon' make it ball

[Verse 1: (Chris Brown)]
On the real we need to nip this in the butt
Cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hatin (everybody's hatin)
It feels like they just waitin (for us to grow apart)
Yeayee
its just hard for me to do
But baby if i'm your man
I guess i gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl i can't front now
I'm nervous

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

[Verse 2: (Chris Brown)]
Now a days is so crazy
Out here
You'd wanna be cuttin me
If your daughter struts with me
Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too
No entourage, no crew
Just me ridin with my boo
I got her
But don't think i'm replacin you

Girl know you know what i do
And i know you made your mind up
It'll take days and days, and decades to find anOther
Dude that's gonna walk in my shoes
And girl keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

Now baby please
Hang up the phOne
Cause i'm talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
She told me she like me
And i really like her
She gon' be my wifey
I say baby please
Hang up the phone
Cause i'm talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
He told me she like me
And i really like her
She gon be my wifey

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

[Big Boi Rap]
Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light
And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you'll never find another fella that's betta than your king
I ming go sing gon' talk about goods
Who playin
But we cant have no picket fence cause we got acres & acres of land
The haters are takin it mad
That we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass
Girl buy, give it a try, give yo boy a chance
Ever since you landed in myspace it seems like i'm yours again
My top friend, rock them
We don't need no all day hits
Pop them
Put ol' Google on a boss back

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you
Baby please
And she like me
And i really like her
Baby please
She gon' be my wifey
Baby please

Féfé : Allo ! Haut les mains !
Tous les B-Boys et les ladies
A ma gauche, à ma droite, tout le monde
Levez les mains ya hold up !
Leeroy : Que tout le monde pousse lourdement le volume,
Saian vous allume une salle pleine à ras bord
En moins d’heure.
Féfé : Une rafale de mots vient inonder l’air,
Dans la fosse des fans affalés,
La frousse gagne le fond de la salle,
Et face à nous y’a pas de monde énervé, [haut les mains !]
Leeroy : Mic en main, c’est l’attaque à main armée,
[Haut les mains !] Alerte rouge, le son te fauche,
C’est auch, balance toi de droite à gauche,
Féfé : De droite à gauche, notre son a de quoi t’accrocher,
Reggae ragga peu-ra, zouk ou jazz
En un peu plus rapide, soukouss ou bien bossa,
Vas-y t’as qu’à cocher
Leeroy : [stop !]
Nom de code : mettez vous bien, formez les rangs,
Féfé : Et que les femmes se mettent à bouger les reins,
Leeroy : Mise à l’amende,
Féfé : Fouteur de merde,
Leeroy : Voleur d’énergie,
Féfé : Mets toi dans l’ambiance, c’est de l’inédit,
Leeroy : La maison ne fait pas crédit,
La stratégie,
Est de braquer chaque scène où tout est permis !

Refrain : Hold up ! Haut les mains, nom de code :
Saian Supa Crew, mets toi à l’aise,
Hold up ! Haut les mains, bronche pas, bouge toi,
C’est l’attaque à main armée,
Hold up ! A ma gauche, à ma droite, amateurs,
A mon signal, haut les mains !
Ici c’est chaud (x5)

Vicelow : Hey Papi, n’ai pas peur du Hold up,
Si tu bouges pas c’est qu’t’as pas compris ce Hold up,
Saute, troue le tapis, faut pas qu’tu t’éparpilles,
Pas de faux pas, fais place au Hold up,
Allez, appelle les poulets,
Tu peux reculer, le sang va couler,
SSC cagoulé, vient chambouler la foule,
Et les boul écoute le crew qui s’en fout des coups de feu,
Fous le souk à fond, vous êtes écroués.

Samuel : Autant crier t’as pas l’choix,
Et t’échapper n’y compte pas,
J’ai pris en otage toutes tes vibes, donc pas d’histoires et lâche toi

Refrain

Samuel : Comment peux tu ne pas bouger et refuser l’invitation,
Si c’est la danse qui t’passionne,
Dis moi comment peux tu éviter l’énergie et la pression qui s’dégagent au microphone,
Lève ta main si t’affectionne,
« Dance-hall rock » on est venu « promotion »,
Comment peux tu ne pas capituler,
Otage de notre son, crier est la rançon qu’on te dmande.
Sly : Unité, garde à vous, inutile de lutter, tombez les fusils
Samuel : [… à la seconde]
Sly : De plus en plus, le tune se diffuse,
J’veux que tes pieds s’usent,
Samuel : [… à la demande]
Sly : Quick ou en show mo’(tion), moches ou beaux,
Dans c’dojo, faut qu’ça parte en pogo,
Tombe la veste, si t’aimes,
Say « yes », qui te laisse vexe, fesses à terre,
C’est Bubu the best, yes.

Refrain

Hold up!

I've had enough of these
Modern times
By the time they out of my mind
And you know this too well
I'm holed up in my little cell

Hold up!

Friends took me to a
Freak show
Thought I'd seen it all before
Can I get a look at you girl
Maybe take a peek in your world

Hold up!

Modern girl you're
So kind
You're gonna help me
Get through this time well
And you know me
Too well
You didn't break a phone
You broke into my prison cell

Hold up!
I'm holed up!

Hold up! x8

Had enough of these modern times
About to drive me out of my mind
And you know this too well
I'm holed up in my little cell, yeah!

Hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!

Friends took me to a freak show
But I think I've seen it all before, well
Can I get a look at you, girl?
Maybe take a peek in your world?

Hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!

Hold up x12

Modern girl, you're so kind
You're gonna help me get through this time, well
And you know me too well
You didn't break a phone, you broke into my prison cell

Hold up!
Hold up!
I'm holed up!

Hold up, I'm holed up