Hold Up Onyx (Ft. Havoc & X1)

[Intro: Havoc & Fredro Starr]
Yeah, nigga, uh, ha-ha, uh, yeah
(South Suicide Queens)
That's right! Uh, uh! QU, nigga
(Yeah-yeah, yeah, shit like that)
Knowhamsayin', put these drinks up
Yaheard? Let's do this right, what, yo

[Verse 1: X1]
Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop niggas 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 niggas from other hoods
Car titles get lost, some niggas 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
'Cause 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