Hold Up Diddy (Ft. Angela Hunte)

[Intro: Diddy]
Aiyyo turn me up in my headphones man
I want this shit motherfuckin blarin
It ain't loud enough man
Oh these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em
Oh I ain't gon' play wit'cha - I ain't gon play wit'cha man!
Ha ha ha.. I need y'all to sing children
Sing, I like it when the children sing
I like it when you sing; I like it when they sing man
That lets you know something's comin
Oh it's comin - aww man something's comin
I like this sound of this - something's comin

[Verse 1: Diddy]
You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
Of one-two-fifth street and Lenox
The old folks their souls are cold like tenants
Tryin to keep your weight up better eat that spinach
For four twenty-five niggas lives get diminished
The world serious, I'm tryin to win a pennant
Cops be on patrol through the block every minute
Itchin just to pop somethin, swearin I'm a menace
They disturb me but it's love like tennis
Man, cap to the side and my jersey is vintage
Chicks'll make a nigga dick hard like a Guinness
Damn it's a scam but I handle my business
Plan to be the man if the Lord be my witness
Do my chin-ups​ with the walk sign for my physical fitness
16's sicker than Alzheimer's, flows is ridiculous
Hold up