Hold Up

{*whispered*} Free Agentz [Intro: T.I.] + (Nelly) Ay, y'all already know what this is homeboy Nah Mo', no no, no nigga These niggas done done it this time Ay, ay (You like that? OOOOOOOH!) Fuck what ya heard homeboy! (That feel good to you?) Real niggas on deck! (What about now, oooh) Goons is out nigga! (OOOOH!) [Nelly] We doin 100 on the highway switchin lane after lane If the po-po come in then let 'em, ain't no stoppin today We brought them horses out tonight (hey!) Them big locks, duel cams, chrome pips (hey!) I know you hear 'em Please, who in yo' hood wouldn't trade places with me If I ain't what you tryin to be then why you hustlin, see To be young, black and rich (OOH!) If that ain't the combination tell me when it switched (OOH!) I need to know; listen Maybe the problem is you're thinkin too small You niggas only wanna rap and that's all Yo' only goal is to buy out the mall, I go to buy me a mall You wanna stunt for the summer, I'm tryin to buy me the fall And catch a MySpace lick (YEAH!) You know how many hits MySpace get? (YEAH!) Hey! Man it's like, I'm hurtin feelings just by tellin the truth I'm hurtin feelings in and out of this booth; now listen [Hook: Nelly] + (T.I.) You see me sittin in the turnin lane Yours big but mine bigger mayne You out here braggin 'bout a little change You need to step up your game; lil' boy you better Hold up (ay) hold up (ay) hold up (ay) hold up (ay) Hold up (ay) hold up - you better sit ya ass down Hold up (ay) hold up (ay) hold up (ay) hold up (ay) Hold up (ay) hold up - you better sit ya ass down [T.I.] Ay, well 'Pac, I see these haters watchin me But I ain't trippin when y'all see it ain't no stoppin me Way in the million and I'm steady buyin property, I got land Come catch me you hit the lottery, nigga so stop playin And I ride what I want to, and ya ain't know? See me buyin what I want to, then walk out the sto' 100 thousand in my pocket, you can tell how I'm walkin Kick my ball like a dog just to keep these haters off (OHH!) Posted at the red light, on chrome Drop-top candy red tight, 454 A nigga want it better bring it on Fresh off vacation, all that hatin got me paranoid Yeah, you better know it What I'm bringin you ain't ready for it, no right now Once I tell 'em go and get 'em boy, it's lights out Nigga I ain't playin wit'cha, come any day I'll hit ya Don't let me pull up on you in that turnin lane nigga [Hook] [LL Cool J] Hey, hey, hey My bread stack high like Mike in NBA highlights Mansion means jacuzzi bubblin with skylights Uncle L jew-els, killin niggas eyesight Wal*Mart stocks since '87 (yeah you damn right!) My wrist stay glistenin, two birds kissin and I'm sick of all this money, somebody call a physician in The American dream, I'm what niggas is envisionin You clowns ain't makin it rain, it's just drizzlin (hey!) Actin like I ain't paid, what you talkin 'bout? I throw a party at the bank, walk a million out Got over 30 movies, what you think you doin to me? You sold a couple records, how you think you gon' outdo me? You know I'm in shape, I slap you you gon' try to sue me I buy you off, slide off with your lil' cutie All this money is a goddamn nuisance Look at my career, yeah I'm the blueprint (OOH!) [Hook]