Hold That - Tony Touch, Busta Rhymes, J. Doe

My nigga Honch took the homie package and stole all the nigga loot

Savage Pop done made his cabbage swell up like a breadfruit

Money pissed on him somethin 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 niggas for they shit and boogie

Back to the gate time to reup call the roster

Product jooks the package and thinkin like turkey kielbasa

These dummy niggas can’t play and get in they smart loot

‘Cause boot niggas’ll come and shot yuh bloodclaat yute

Apparently when niggas don’t know when to lay low

And end up in situations where they split your baked potato

Mu’fucker.

Best is to kill us then crushin up niggas

Bounce and deliver this message you little messenger nigga

And they dig in yo' eye socket with heavy duty needles

Trust me nigga, You don’t want no type of problem with them people

Listen lil' homie!

It ain’t smart the way you be walkin around these parks (Eh

Eh!)

These niggas sautee livers and ground beef hearts (Uh huh)

To tell the truth I don’t know what you ‘gon do

Damn!

But I’m hopin you get from 'round here (‘Round here)

And use your better sense of judgment

You don’t really want (Huh!) Yo you better fall back

Or else it’s (BLAOW! NIGGA HOLD THAT! BLAOW! NIGGA HOLD THAT!)

Look!

It’s not a nigga that I might fear (No!)

My project gotta big buzz then light years (OH!)

Why these phony niggas hit me with the ice grill?(Damn!)

Come here right quick, hit you with that icepick (Uh!)

If you know J. Doe you know I’m on that fly shit (Yep!)

Why I get my Louis dirty fightin for my side bitch (Damn!)

Uh!

You better show me some respect (WOO!)

Bodybuilder flow I only came here to flex (WOO!)

Shinin on these hoes without a chain on my neck (WOO!)

You talkin crazy lil' homie put your brain on the tech

Or tech on your brain (On your brain)

Either way the endin still stay the same (Stay the same)

Yeah!

Hey!

I got alot and I’m still tryin to get more

Blow my candles out, now I can’t think of what to wish for (DAMN!)

I remember back when I use to be piss poor

Anybody tryin to take shit from me I wrote this for

Yaow!

Uh!

Take one for yourself two for your team

One in your face two in the spleen bruises and screams

Eight in the safe two in the jeans rugers and beams

If my dogs hungry I’m uba canuba the team

Nigga!

I’m the wavy won that got the town spinnin

I be on the mound 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 lookin light on the tag along

Strong Island they know that I’m the dope link (They know!)

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

Yeah!

Uh!

Check it!

Yeah!

Chops, pops, gunners, gold five hundreds

Box cutters, stunners, Glocks, by the stomach

Wine colored bullets diamonds is like boogers (Ewww)

Forever hold the cooker and indulge the hookers

Cut hoes like butchers it’s hard to overlook us

Can’t book us, heart colders in bushes blowin kushes

Uh!

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 trenches

Nigga 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 marchin in

Fuck where the margin is I put a part in your wig

That’s, larger than big then, a part of the crib

This, arm on kids like it’s, part of my rib you dig

BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW.*fade*