Hold It Down

I'ma fix this shit in '96

Uh

Facemob in the motherfucking house, the GB

Come on

For the 1993

You know what I'm saying?

Gun shots rang out, **** ducking, what the fuck?

Seen this **** bite the bullet, it (Damn) fucked him up

Put him outside his inner self

Took his lifeline from him

Never got the chance to see who done it

Just **** running, breaking to they shit

Before the gun, put they ass up in the mix

And all I seen was him, laid out choking

Eyes to the back of his head, wide open

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

Because this **** crossed a whole bunch of killers

But still a bunch of motherfuckers 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 you out there crowdin' up your space, it fly

I

Hold it down, gang type mobbing

Four-five, packing knuckleheads, macking jackers that want to try

If life was a game that money could buy

The rich **** would live

And the poor **** would die

That's why I hold it down, gang type mobbing

Four-five, packing knuckleheads, macking jackers that want to try

If life was a game, that money could buy

The rich **** would live

And the poor **** would die

Way down in the south, deep, on the creep

There was a monkey tried to step on big old lion feet

****, peep the monkey was the runner

And the runner did the dirt

Came up short on my skrilla and got his monkey-ass hurt

What it look like? On the south side, it be hopping

Respect grew with the four-five if you popping

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?

Four-five, packing knucklehead from the mob, ready to serve y'all

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

A fool that wanna pop lip to turn and shake and gyrate

As I

Hold it down, gang type mobbing

Four-five, packing knuckleheads, macking jackers that want to try

If life was a game that money could buy

The rich **** would live

And the poor **** would die

Up in the set, you see me mobbing

Sipping on the Hennessy

Look up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy

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

Slowly, they moving closer so I tap my peeps

I'm 'bout to take this hoe

Break this hoe down like a fresh O

But never let go

Up in this game that's 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

Motherfuckers that think, I'll pull this trigger and blink

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

Understand, I'm out the door, tag they toe, and leave 'em rotting

'Cause up in this game focus, aim, and you forgotten

I'm mopping on these hoes like they waxed floors

And I catch those tryna escape

Where they going? Up out the back door

And I'm at your head, with a thirty-eight

Ready to murder straight through your chest

With no time to waste, I

Hold it down, gang type mobbing

Four-five, packing knuckleheads, macking jackers that want to try

If life was a game that money could buy

The rich **** would live

And the poor **** would die

I hold it down, gang type mobbing

Four-five, packing knuckleheads, macking jackers that want to try

If life was a game, that money could buy

The rich **** would live

And the poor **** would die

Look at him, bleeding from the mob

There goes another **** gone

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

**** can't get along, 'specially at these clubs

Trying to fuck these same bitches

Strange ****, trying to check nuts

I just look as I drink my drink and I'm blowed

All of a sudden down to nothing

God damn, there they go with all that shit

Shankin' and shootin' and squabblin'

But you know I'm holdin' it down

Gang type mobbing

I'm having bad luck Willie

Feeling like I lost my dog

Looking sick 'cause my motherfucking scratch is gone

Ain't no tomorrow, I gots to get some more today

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

I'm sick of window shopping, eavesdropping

And hearing that you holding what we did

Up to yourself and tryin' to fuck me on my end

Come again, come-come **** get toasted

Oven roasted, evenly burnt, I pour the syrup

And leave 'em turned up

Is this that motherfucking P-A-Y?

Back City and it's shitty but for show they time

You get what you got surely coming, the latex pipe

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

Sooner or later you'll curl up, hit this sure shot shit

Ass naked for that motherfucking shit you did

(It's a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize)

(What you do with time)

And I'm

Hold it down, gang type mobbing

Four-five, packing knuckleheads, macking jackers that want to try

If life was a game that money could buy

The rich **** would live

And the poor **** would die

Hold it down, gang type mobbing

Four-five, packing knuckleheads, macking jackers that want to try

If life was a game, that money could buy

The rich **** would live

And the poor **** would die

Yeah

The rich **** will live

Poor **** will die

So I guess we gotta make all the poor **** rich

That how it go?

Yeah