Lyrics:

[Diddy]

Aiyyo turn me up in my headphones man

I want this shit motherfuckin blarin

It ain't loud enough man

Oh these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em

Oh I ain't gon' play wit'cha - I ain't gon play wit'cha man!

Ha ha ha.. I need y'all to sing children

Sing, I like it when the children sing

I like it when you sing; I like it when they sing man

That lets you know something's comin

Oh it's comin - aww man something's comin

I like this sound of this - something's comin

You can picture like a photograph, envision the image

Of one-two-fifth street and Lenox

The old folks their souls are cold like tenants

Tryin to keep your weight up better eat that spinach

For four twenty-five niggaz lives get diminished

The world serious, I'm tryin to win a pennant

Cops be on patrol through the block every minute

Itchin just to pop somethin, swearin I'm a menace

They disturb me but it's love like tennis

Man, cap to the side and my jersey is vintage

Chicks'll make a nigga dick hard like a Guinness

Damn it's a scam but I handle my business

Tryin to be the man if the Lord be my witness

Do my {?} with the walk sign for my physical fitness

16's sicker than all signed flows it's ridiculous

Hold up

[Chorus: children sing]

Told y'all really really y'all can't hold up

Told y'all really really y'all can't hold up

Told y'all really really y'all can't hold up

Hold up, hold up hold up hold up hold up

[Diddy]

Easy now I'm seein 'em, mind where you patrol

Fall back young'un, play your lane like a goal

When his majesty speaks, speech defy gravity

Bluetooth nigga but I don't have any cavities

Diddy got it wrapped like cocoons

Pop shit like needles through {?} balloons

I urge you to tell a friend, warn a brother

About my splurges, merges with Warner Brothers

Thugs actin funny cause chicks call me honey

See a 9 figure nigga makin Bugs Bunny money

Eons beyond bling bling

So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's

Make a name, let it bang so beautiful

The theme music for crews that move pharmaceuticals

Or, suitable for, a recuitable whore

To service the whole crew when we out on tour

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

[Chorus]

[Diddy]

It's like the music will literally stop time

(Hold up hold up hold up)

We roll up, 20 deep, cock D swoll up

Get inflicted by my verbal conviction

A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston

You're not focused enough, you're not listenin

You need to slow down, hold up like kickstand

Hop to it, get on your grind music

Across 110th sharp caesar with a lime music

Fine-tuned with the proper soul seasoning

Your live shows are boring you're just not pleasin 'em

Stop teasin 'em you can't rock Palladium

We bring New York back like that West side stadium

Fuck the game and if the fame went away

Still be the hardest workin man in entertainment today

Learn a lesson and that's, no questionin that

No guesswork involved so stop stressin the facts

Hold up

[Chorus]