Snowgoons ft. R.A. the Rugged Man, Lord Lhus, Savage Brothers - Hold Up Lyrics

There is a price to pay
For everything you gain

Deutschland Deutschland raise your hand
I'm the poor 'casian, man tan more land
White man steal your land, Harry Callahan
Caliber cannon in my hand, shatter your man
Ran, splatter your man damn
This right hand land
I'm Chuck Zito, you Van Damme
Do a full split no bullshit once you get hit
Death by strangulation with Rosary Beads
If you strict catholic
You're Arabic, King of Nazareth
I'm John Huston, listen to the maverick
Hip hop historian and an analyst
Y'all could just have a list
I'm Paul Kersey in this
It's death written hungry and thirsty
No mercy in this
Rugged Man I'm the man and the myth
In the Hall of Fame like Antonio
Hardy and James Todd Smith dJ Illegal
Leave you in the position that's fetal
Crawling back in your mom's womb
Like "Bitch make room" hey yo hold up
Click clack we make you fold up
Savage, Rugged leave you worn
With a swollen mug
Now peep game, you hate, you get no love
So put your drink in the air and toast up
Hey yo hold up
Click clack we make you fold up
Savage, Rugged leave you worn
With a swollen mug
Now peep game, you hate, you get no love
So put your drink in the air and toast up

Reservoir Dog, switch cannons when I lick off
Toe tag, stiff in the morgue, even the score
Blow weed, cheef out the bong ready for war
Weapons are drawn
Leave the scent of death on your lawn
One false step and you're gone
The shit that I'm on
Ring the alarm, pistol whip, pump in my palm
You trapped in a storm
Traveled to depths and beyond
Back to the essence, Pharaoh Pesent live long
Squeezed till the barrel blew
Screaming fuck them all
Murder massacre disaster
Pow breeze through your dome hoodied up
Black mask and my goons to your home
Born alone, die alone in these streets I roam
Vocabulary in it's deadliest form
We'll attack you walking the street
Speak on the phone
I walk the block with a Glock
Real to the bone
Till the sun burned out or my flesh is gone
Motherfuckers hey yo hold up
Click clack we make you fold up
Savage, Rugged leave you worn
With a swollen mug
Now peep game, you hate, you get no love
So put your drink in the air and toast up
Hey yo hold up
Click clack we make you fold up
Savage, Rugged leave you worn
With a swollen mug
Now peep game, you hate, you get no love
So put your drink in the air and toast up

Ain't no one out here abut to stop my shine
I got more eyes in the hood
Than the crime watch eyes
Keep me aware of the snakes
And their sideways grind run their mouth
They go south before it's migrate time
No matter your religion you can't
Run up on the God
Brain hit your skull while you
Stumble with your squad
Treat my music like life
You can't front if it's hard
When I heard life's a bitch I
Was done with the broad
And I'm down to pimp a dick bitch
100 abroad
You're my bottom bitch, swallow dick
Cum for a yard
I stay on the block like twenty-one dots
Homes
Ahk think he hot but he's rocking a costume
He say he's from the hood but
His pops got a pontoon my life on the beat
Put my soul in the song too
The sickest on the mic since
AIDS outreach right Qualm
Seen more deaths in the night than
A light from pipe bomb hey yo hold up
Click clack we make you fold up
Savage, Rugged leave you worn
With a swollen mug
Now peep game, you hate, you get no love
So put your drink in the air and toast up
Hey yo hold up
Click clack we make you fold up
Savage, Rugged leave you worn
With a swollen mug
Now peep game, you hate, you get no love
So put your drink in the air and toast up