Hold Up Diddy Hit Em With Part 2 Song Lyrics


Hold Up Diddy Hit Em With Part 2 Song Lyrics By Diddy. The mic is loud, but the beats isn’t loud P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (YEAH!) So when you hear somethin’, make sure you hear it right.

Hold Up Diddy Hit Em With Part 2 Song Lyrics

One, one twoCheck me out right here yo

Yo, the sun don’t shine foreverYou can turn the track up a little bit for meBut as long as it’s here then we might as well shine togetherAll up in my earsBetter now than never, business before pleasureThe mic is loud, but the beats isn’t loudP. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (YEAH!)So when you hear somethin’, make sure you hear it rightDon’t make a as outta yourself, by a^sumin’YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics upOur music keeps you movin’, what are you provin’?Turn that s all the way up, yeahYou know that I’m two levels above you babyMusic’s gettin’ louderHug me baby, I’ma make you love me babyThis s is hot!Talkin’ crazy, ain’t gon’ get you nuthin’ but chokedUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huhAnd that jealousy is only gonna leave you brokeSo the only thing left now is God for these catsAnd BIG you know you too hard for these catsI’ma win ’cause I’m too smart for these catsWhile they makin’ up facts (uhh) you rakin’ up plaques

In the commission, you ask for permission to hit ’emHe don’t like me, hit him while wifey was with himYou heard of us, the murderous, most shadyBeen on the low lately, the Feds hate meThe son of (Satan), they say my k^lling’s too blatantYou hesitatin’, I’m in your mama crib waitin’Duct tapin’, your fam’ destinyLays in my hands, gat lays in my waistFrancis, M to the izz-H phenomenalGun rest under your vest by the abdominalRhyme a few bars so I could buy a few carsAnd I kick a few flows so I could pimp a few hoesExcellence is my presence, never tenseNever hesitant, leave a n bent real quickReal sick, brawl nights, I perform like MikeAnyone – Tyson, Jordan, JacksonAction, pack guns, ridiculousAnd I’m, quick to bust, if my ends you touchKids or girl you touch, in this world I clutchTwo auto-matoes, used to call me fatsoNow you call me Castro, my rap flowsMilitant, y’all faggots ain’t k^llin’ sOops Cristal keep spillin’ s ; you overdid it holmesYou in the danger zone, you shouldn’t be aloneHold hands and say it like meThe most shady, Frankie baby, fantasticGraphic, tryin’ to make dough, like Jura^sicPark did quick to spark kids who start sSee me, only me the underbossOf this holocaust, truly yours, Frank White

We got the real live s from front to backTo my people in the world, where the f you at?Where my n is at? Where my n is at?Where the f my b at? Where my b is at?We got the real live s from front to backTo my people in the world, where the f you at?Where my n is at? Where my n is at?Where the f my b at? Where my b is at?

Put your money on the table and get your math onBreak it down, split it up, get your laugh onSee you later Dog, I’ma get my stash onThere’s a bed full of money that I get my a^s onI never lose the pa^sion to go platinumSaid I’d live it up ’til all the cash goneAin’t that funny, only use plastic, craft itTo make cla^sics, hotter than acidP-D, rollin’ on your tape or CDThe Billboard k^lla, no team illaThe Fam-o, ammo, is every channelWe been hot for a long time burnin’ like a candleWhat you can do is check your distributionMy songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced ’emYou ain’t gotta like me, you just mad‘Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be

We got the s mapped tight, bra^s knuckles and flashlightsThe heaters in the two-seaters, with two mirasSenoritas, k^ss rings when you meet usP. Diddy run the city, show no pityI’m the witty one, Frank’s the crook from the Brook’Mad he broke the neck of your coke connectNo respect squeeze off ’til all y’all diminishShootouts for twenty minutes, until we finishVenice took the loot, escaped, in the CoupeBreak bread, with the ‘k^ss, Peniro, Sheek Louch’Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain’t no replacin’ himn step up, we just macin’ them, placin’ themIn fune-rals, criminals turned arousedTo Brick City, nobody come off like P. DiddyBusiness wise, I play menHide money on the Island CaymanY’all just betray men, we spray men, I position competitionAnother day in the life of the commission

We got the real live s from front to backTo my n in the world, where the f you at?Where my n is at? Where my n is at?Where the f my b at? Where my b is at?We got the real live s from front to backTo my people in the world, where the f you at?Where my n is at? Where my n is at?Where the f my b at? Where my b is at?We got the real live s from front to backTo my people in the world, where the f you at?Where my n is at? Where my n is at?Where the f my b at? Where my b is at?We got the real live s from front to backTo my people in the world, where the f you at?Where my n is at? Where my n is at?Where the f my b at? Where my b is at?

Ayo, can you hear me out there?Ayo turn me up, nobody can hear me out thereThat’s good, it’s all f up nowY’all know it’s all f up now right?What the f I’ma do now?What I’ma do now?Can y’all hear me out there?

We got the real live s !!Can y’all hear me out there?f y’all n wanna doIt’s all f up now.. what I’ma do now, huh?What I’ma do now? It’s all f up now

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