Hold It Down

I'm gonna fix this shit in '96

FACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B

For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'

Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!

Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up

Put him outside his innerself

Took his lifeline from him

Never got the chance to see who done it

Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit

Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix

And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'

Eyes to the back of his head, wide open

And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer

Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers

But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed

As they gaze at the corpse

Before they drop him in the grave [Get paid]

That's all he spoke, lights out at your part

That's all she wrote

Everybody got a time and a place they die

But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I

(Chorus) x2

Hold it down, gang type mobbin'

4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try

If life was a game, that money could buy

The rich niggas would live

And the po' niggas would die

Way down in the south, deep, on the creep

There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet

Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt

Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt

What it look like?

On the south side ti be hoppin'

Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'

I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?

Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale

But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?

4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all

Meanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate

A fool that want to pop lip

To turn and shake and gyrate, as I

Chorus

Up in the set you see me robbin'

Sippin' on the Hennessey

Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy

Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep

Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps

I'm 'bout to take this hoe down like a Frisco

But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls

I test those who ain't never seen me jump

Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk

Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink

Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank

Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'

Cause up in this game (?????) aim and you forgotten

I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors

And I catch those tryin to escape

Where they goin? Up out the back door

And I'm at your head, wit a .38

Ready to murder, straight through your chest

Wit no time to waste, I

Chorus X2

Look at him, bleedin from the mob

There goes another nigga, gone

Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home

Niggas can't get along, specially at the clubs

Tryin to fuck these same bitches

Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts

I just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)

All of a sudden (????)

Goddamn there they go wit all that shit

Shankin and shootin and squabblin

But you know I'm holdin it down

Gang type mobbin

I'm havin bad luck Willie

Feelin like I lost my dog

Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone

Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today

Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way

I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and

Hearin that you holdin what we did

Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end

Come again come come niggas get toasted

Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup

And leave em turned up

Is this that motherfuckin P A Y

Back city and its shitty but for show they timed it

You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe

You see it and start runnin but can't run all night

Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit

Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did

[Its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize

what you (????)]

And I'm

Chorus X2

The rich niggas will live

The poor niggas will die

So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich

Is that how it goes?