Hold Up-Peanut Butter Wolf

Hold Up - Peanut Butter Wolf (feat. Rasco) [Verse 1:] Yo, check I capital punish brothers that fronted Can only write rhymes any time they get blunted We be at the spot chillin While you're stealin Niggas is still walkin, Rasco is four-wheelin Only built for speed, yes indeed 27 years old, with no seed I'm a raw breed But still got mouths to feed So don't be givin me sh*t I don't need I make the head hurt >From the supadupa legwork Now these brothas be wantin the red shirt I bring it to the chest when I suppass the rest Now a different story when I come blast the vest Teflon spittin and written, I stab kitten Comin out your face Sideways, it's forbidden Better get the guiden I swopped like Batmidden Soon as niggas open they mouth I start shittin Right down they neck, they threw the whole nine Seen you fools scopin my plans the whole time Said I couldn't rhyme, that's funny Women didn't want it but now they yell honey Bring 'em to the house Watch 'em come out the blouse Unzip the pants then watch the snake dance Assume the stance, cash in advance I got the full package but watch the right hand [Verse 2:] It's the five-minute drill But still we stack bills Take you to the shop to fix them broke wheels Tell you how it feels to starve with no meals Bring it to the front to pump with no frills All extra sh*t can get the backsplit Ras be the brother that women relax with I do a backflip, then pirouette inject Plus be the ni**a that never lost a bet Television sets ain't big enough to see And now my career ain't big enough for three Still down with 'em, can talk and laugh with 'em But tell you one thing, can't split it in half with 'em Half a 1/3 to me sounds absurd I rather keep a 100% to pay rent Lay out the prints, the plans to stand grande And keep the joint jumpin from Philly to San Fran Never gave a damn how hard y'all can slam Broke out the mic to smoke your half gram A 150 pounds with worldwide respect Be chillin at the crib while Wolf signs the check 1998 Soul Father PB Wolf, on the 1's and the 2's Wack crews get bruised Check us out y'all Check us out y'all