Lyrics:
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
these bars like a nine unleadin'
So Pearl Jam with a perfect Ten
Like Spinal tap turned up to eleven
Rode twelve speeds even past thirteen
But there can
gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by
of hits
I'm in touch with the kids like a pedo ew
I'ma jam like Shaq I'ma bang when I wish
Up this bitch like a fetus ain't no timelines when
You timeless
ain't backing down for nothing
I'ma back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man
miss the things passing by
I got two birthdays
One for my mum and when I first prayed
So what's a birthday to a first place
Forget what you say
Today is
Erick Sermon break it down
[Hit Squad] The head banger
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"
Verse Two: Erick Sermon
SURPRISE, you wonder where I've
wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna
cam
Understand, cop and go, rock and roll, Pearl Jam (yes)
Credit cards, check fraud, I'm on my third scam
And I ain't gon' say it no more, Birdman
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
knee how
Written by: Clover Nella
Track 2/8 - Hold Up (Clean Version)
(Beat Prod. By Mantra collab w/ LTTB)
throws the cuts my way
Put em on the reel-to-reel and let them play
Leg 1 and Leg 2, they do the jumpin
The dancin, the pumpin, always up to somethin
But
the mall, or creepin out the mo? wit?
Roc-a-fella, def jam, the right label to go wit
And when the album drops, are they really gon promote it?
Is L.A behind
Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And, it's hard just being the boss
Being I can't go
someone else
You blow me away whenever you smile I just wish you could stay a while
Traffic jam in my head, thinking of words I should've said
Yeah, let
but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this
Erick Sermon break it down
[Hit Squad] The head banger
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"
Verse Two: Erick Sermon
SURPRISE, you wonder where I've
Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna go to the mountain
Go to shows on a tour bus
Next time make an album
Not a CD fulla war dubs
know how that shit goes
If your ho only know
That she was getting fucked on the 7th floor
If that bitch only knew
The she was getting mutted by
Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And, it's hard just being the boss
Being I can't go
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
so cautiously
R.I.P to the soldiers resting in peace
Got the world on my shoulder the rest is on me
Sometimes I feel like Akon when I rode by my lonely
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
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