[Chorus/Intro: Premier scratching & Conway The Machine]Hold up, back upYeah, niggaHold up, back up - Got to get the doughNo-no-n-no-no-no time to hideYou know the fuckin' vibes, nigga, gangsta shit, fuck niggaHold up, back up - Got to get the doughNo-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hideDrive-bys in broad daylight, nigga (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)Hold up, back up - Got to get the doughGive a fuck who outside, boyNo-no-no-no time to hideLook, look, look (brrrr)[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]We got guns like the militaryKill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (hahaha)You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherryFifty-clip in every stick I carry, I'm a visionary (ah ha)I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (no cap)When I used to be recitin' my shit while I was baggin' 'caine in the kitchen (whip up)Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died broI came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)Yeah, at fifteen, caught a bodyTurned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobodyHow I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn't taught karateI just flipped that shit and took the bandsAnd went and bought a Masi (vroom)Ridin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'emMy brother on parole, he still ridin' with his gun on him (he got his blicky, nigga)Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (uh-huh)Stay in your lane, this your one warning (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)Machine, bitch[Chorus: Premier scratching & MC Eiht]Hold up, back up - Got to get the doughGeahNo-no-no-no-no time to hideHonchoHold up, back up - Got to get the doughNo-no-no-n-no-no time to hideGeah nigga, HonchoHold up, back up - Got to get the doughHahaNo-no-no-no-no-no time to hideGeah, HonchoHold up, back up - Got to get-get the doughA-and-and everything is alrightBig shit, nigga!Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)[Verse 2: MC Eiht]I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)Sink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep endGang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (gr-r-r-ah)Dope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (haha)Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (crack bags)Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (doo doo doo)Young nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (vroom)Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookieSnaps on the petro, the dope whip (dope whip)Hit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip (b-b-b-buah).40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (extra clip)Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (ch-ch-ch, yeah)Marathon like Nip, win the race (win the race)Whip a pill with the work, babyface (haha)Yeah, my nigga with the piece, no JesusFour-five, nigga, you bustas have never squeezed itGeah (geah)[Chorus/Outro: Premier scratching & MC Eiht]Hold up, back up - Got to get the doughNo-no-no-no-n-no time to hideGeah, HonchoHold up, back up - Got to get the doughNo-no-no time to hideGeah nigga, HonchoHold up, back up - Got-to-get-the doughHaha, geahNo-no-no-no-no-no time to hideHonchoHold up, back up - Got to get the doughBlue Stamp OfficialAnd-and-and everything is alrightGeah! HonchoMy nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!My nigga Chill, [?]And that's official, niggaDoo doo doo! GeahShots fired, clownFuck that, we the best, right hereHood shit, niggaGeah
