Can't Hold Us Down

[Mr. Cheeks]

You know the life situations, hard times of deep conversations

Beef in the streets, eliminations

Shit gets iller, it's mad bullshit us niggas go through

They hate us, being broke and gettin dough too

Well let me show you, niggas how I feel when I'm singin

Ya niggas be constantly O.D.'ing

You can't show them crackers love, yo they love to take

advantage

Keep actin like ya black watch where ya land bitch

A word from the wise, you know us

The late street slummers

We creep on you with rentals, no hummers

We celebrate the summers, burn trees sit up on the bench

Against the fench, watchin tournaments

These niggas know the scene, niggas roll dice for the green

Bitches the more ice the mean

Keep the cars shining, these love the creep thru the actional

And that the hood the fuckin main attraction

The hot bitches and niggas ayo we all make it happen

Sword sellin drugs are workin hard, we all rappin

Hope you recognize the realism, that I'm spittin

Not the hardest rap artist, but I'm hittin

Put the Gennus to my lip take a sip of it

Light my L, write my rhyme watch how I flip the shit

Ayo ya niggas ya be counterfeit, so tone it down a bit

A move along with you bullshit

Chorus: Lost Boyz & Mel

You can't hold us down, You can't hold us down

You can't hold us down, You can't fuck around

[Mr. Cheeks]

I creep the streets with my sounds blastin from the get up

Lay back confortable, why the fuck sit up

Rims shining, ordinary guy, makin cheddar

Life for me and wifey and for the kid it's more better

Better school and yo niggas makin better more

Like some old addition listen kid, cheddar roots

Kid you feelin me, these rap niggas killin me

Shit my team thru police they be drillin me

Niggas thrillin me, I shine like the diamond

For real a fuckin wit you money kid I'm only rhymin

But if you wanna get it on, yo we can do it

Any business that's mine yo I'm steppin to it

Livin life with no fear

My teams got my back and my rear

Niggas if you want me, I'm right here

Talkin out ya mouth, runnin out with gems and cant win

These DJ's makin tapes and can't spin

These rap niggas, makin money but they really trash

Niggas frontin like they want Parelli ass

Aiyo I pass, I'd rather listen to some R&B

Some hot shit maybe starrin me

Chorus 2X

[Mr. Cheeks]

It seems that my minds playin games on me

Police stay harass try to throw the chains on me

And try to warn me once I got up inside the game

Niggas told me that shit would never be the same

Niggas chains what money comes around the set

Niggas told me though so a nigga wont forget

Where I came from, you know the fuckin scoop

Police hate to see us cats when we on the stoop

Know the best, are whips caught sword in the chest

Knowin that we enter murder, money and the sex

Drugs, fuck with honeys who be hustlin for cheddar

They only out to make it better

Startin where it comes from

We used to sell those drums too

We represent the slums boo

How we do basically no doubt, LB Fam IV Life, yo we out

Chorus 2X