Busta Rhymes - Hold That lyrics

[Intro] Tony Touch! 50 MCs to show you what we gon do with this [Verse 1:Busta Rhymes] My n***a Honch took the homie package and stole all the n***a 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 Pa**engers just know what time when we approach an actress Goodie scavenger, the way me muscle n***as for they sh** and boogie Back to the gate time to reup call the roster Product jooks the package and thinkin like turkey kielbasa These dummy n***as can't play and get in they smart loot ‘Cause boot n***as'll come and shot yuh bloodclaat yute Apparently when n***as don't know when to lay low And end up in situations where they split your baked potato Mu'f**er. Best is to k** us then crushin up n***as Bounce and deliver this message you little messenger n***a And they dig in yo' eye socket with heavy duty needles Trust me n***a, You don't want no type of problem with them people [Chorus:Busta Rhymes] Listen lil' homie! It ain't smart the way you be walkin around these parks (Eh Eh!) These n***as 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! ni**a HOLD THAT! BLAOW! ni**a HOLD THAT!) [Verse 2: J. Doe] Look! It's not a n***a that I might fear (No!) My project gotta big buzz then light years (OH!) Why these phony n***as 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 sh** (Yep!) Why I get my Louis dirty fightin for my side b**h (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 sh** from me I wrote this for Yaow! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Reek Da Villian] 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 n***a! 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 [Chorus] [Verse 4: Roc Marciano] 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 n***a 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 f** 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 [Chorus] [Outro] BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW..*fade*