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Mac Miller - The Hold Up Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Rated R, Beedie & EZ Mac]
That's how it is
Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape
Rated R and Diggz, RapMullet.com
Hey, yo, yo, Mac, what's good, son?
What's good, Beedie?
Ayo, yo, yo (Bobby, yo)
Ayo, this cat, he say he wanna battle you, yo (What?)
Can't forget Brick
The whole Timebomb crew
Ayo (Let's go), ayo

[Interlude: EZ Mac, DJ Rated R & Beedie]
See, we rode up in the Cadillac (Go get your life right; Yo), blindin' like a cataract
Made it to the party (Yo), it was poppin' like a Snapple—
See, we rode up in the Cadillac (Yo), blindin' like a cataract
Made it to the party (Yo), it was poppin'— (Uh)

[Verse 1: EZ Mac & Beedie]
See, we rode up in the Cadillac (Yo), blindin' like a cataract
Made it to the party (Yo), it was poppin' like a Snapple cap (Chyeah)
Therе was this one kid that said he want to battle Mac
And I was thеre just in case I had to have his back, yeah (Yo)
And when I rocked this rap, dropped the cat kinda like a boxin' match
Threw him off the roof to see if he'd make a "plop" or "splat"
Cops came around talkin' down to me (Damn)
I was sweatin' 'bout this ounce of tree that they found on me (Chill)
Told 'em that he lost his footin' pissin' off the balcony
Fell a thousand feet, broke every bone in his body, and drowned in pee
And no one was around to see, so stop clownin' me
I was on the roof and the whole party was all down at 3
"Son, I really don't have to hurt you" (Yeah?)
"But it's 3 in the mornin', which is way past your curfew" (So?)
"I have a dish of justice from which I could serve you" (And?)
"And don't try and run 'cause this gun ain't gon' squirt you"
Paint his name with the pick in his mouth
A fat dip in his lip, he was spittin' it out
Look like a hick from the south, tighter shirt than a gay man
That comb-over cut with some Aviator Ray-Bans
Pain on his name sign, holdin' back a K9
Hip-hop police, at least I heard it through the grapevine
See, this the fed that would arrest you in the daytime
"Son, what's this bag of marijuana?" Well, it ain't mine
[Verse 2: Beedie & EZ Mac]
Ha, it ain't mine, I just hit 'cause it taste fine (Uh-huh)
I swear that I did it in hell; in hell, I don't waste time
They said, "You lyin', 'cause I seen you up in the south side
Plus, I seen your face on a poster that states 'How High'"
I screamed, "Oh my, you must've gotten me mistaken" (Uh-huh)
I reached up for his gun, he grabbed my wrist to start to break it
Now, I ain't fakin' when I say the jake is the enemy (True)
He didn't feel I respect him, so he beat it up into me
Hip-hop, the penalty is death before we settle these
Beefs with police is tryna take a bigger shred of cheese (Fuck 'em)
He said to freeze, so I got at the fence and jumped (Peace)
And ran back to the crib, grabbed a shotty, and pumped it
I started dumpin' at the crowd that was surroundin' me
This semi-automatic splattin' heads up on the balcony (Shit was crazy; What?)
I looked at Mac and said, "We better run
Fuckin' get a gun so we can fall back with cheddar to burn" (Yo)
Ayo, you think they'll find where we hidin' at? (Nah)
Well, I say no, let's lay low and count up our paper, peepin' the pay roll (It's money)
People get played, yo (Uh-huh)
That's how it has to be, livin' with no limits, need digits similar to Master P (That's cheese)
And every day it feels like I'm livin at faster speeds
Gon' keep roamin' until I crash, the catastrophe (Yeah)

[Verse 3: EZ Mac & Beedie]
See, these bastards be up on my back while I be runnin'
In the neighbors' yards, I get to bask and weave at somethin' (Peace)
I'm in and out quickly (Yup, yup), smooth and swiftly
Yo, watch for the cops on my back tryna get me
Nah, they ain't gon' find us, them pussy cops just vaginas
Let's split up this money, see you mañana (Sho' right, got you)
You know they ain't gon' hold us
They probably already found they way to Dunkin' Donuts (Pigs)
So on the wages, grab some blunts that we could fold up
Waitin' in the car, so what's the hold-up?
[Outro: EZ Mac & Beedie]
(Ayo) Ayo, man, let me get two Swishers
Do you have ID?
Nah
Hey, no ID, no blunt
Man, come on, man
You see me every day, man (No ID, no blunt), come on, man
Aight, yo, fine
Ayo, Beedie, man
Ayo, what's good, man? You get them blunts? What the fuck, son?
Nah, yo, they carded me, man (Pssh)
Man, just—just gr—just get it out—
Give me the fuckin' dollar, I'm fuckin'—
Man, fuck you, Beedie (Whatever)