Geto Boys - Hold It Down Lyrics
Im gonna fix this shit in 96Facemob in the mother*****in house, the g bFor the 1990-3-3, you know what Im sayinGun shots ring out, niggas duckin, what the *****? !Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, *****ed him upPut him outside his innerselfTook his lifeline from himNever got the chance to see who done itJust niggas runnin, breakin to they shitBefoe the gun, put they ass up in the mixAnd all I seen was him, laid out chokinEyes to the back of his head, wide openAnd Im hopin that they dont find the killerBecause this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killersBut still a bunch of mother*****as stand dazedAs they gaze at the corpseBefore they drop him in the grave [get paid]Thats all he spoke, lights out at your partThats all she wroteEverybody got a time and a place they dieBut if your out there crowdin up your space, it fly, i(chorus) x2Hold it down, gang type mobbin4 5 packin knuckleheads mackin jackers that want to tryIf life was a game, that money could buyThe rich niggas would liveAnd the po niggas would dieWay down in the south, deep, on the creepThere was a monkey tryin to step on big ol (? ? ) feetNigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirtCame up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurtWhat it look like?On the south side ti be hoppinRespect grew wit the .45 if ya poppinI got him on the camera, *****in thief wanna check mail?Shot him now another ***** is waitin just to exhaleBut oh well, its murder, tell me have you heard her?4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve yallMeanwhile, ima tell yall all just what I hateA fool that want to pop lipTo turn and shake and gyrate, as iChorusUp in the set you see me robbinSippin on the hennesseyLook up in the cut, damn here comes my enemyEyes met, and you best bet, she got a *****es deepSlowly, they movin closer so I taps my peepsIm bout to take this hoe down like a friscoBut never let go, up in this game thats how the best rollsI test those who aint never seen me jumpLight they ass up like funk cause I aint scared of you punkMother*****as that think, Ill pull this trigga and blinkLeave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drankUnderstand, Im out the do tag they toe and leave em rottinCause up in this game (? ? ? ? ? ) aim and you forgottenIm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floorsAnd I catch those tryin to escapeWhere they goin? up out the back doorAnd Im at your head, wit a .38Ready to murder, straight through your chestWit no time to waste, iChorus x2Look at him, bleedin from the mobThere goes another nigga, goneBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at homeNiggas cant get along, specially at the clubsTryin to ***** these same *****esStrange niggas, tryin to check nutsI just look as I drink my drink and I (? ? ? ? ? )All of a sudden (? ? ? ? )Goddamn there they go wit all that shitShankin and shootin and squabblinBut you know Im holdin it downGang type mobbinIm havin bad luck willieFeelin like I lost my dogLookin sick cause my mother*****in scratch is goneAint no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more todaySpray, all thats in my way if he dont mob this wayIm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin andHearin that you holdin what we didUp to yourself and tryin to ***** me on my endCome again come come niggas get toastedOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrupAnd leave em turned upIs this that mother*****in p a yBack city and its shitty but for show they timed itYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipeYou see it and start runnin but cant run all nightSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shitAss ***** for that mother*****in shit you did[its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognizeWhat you (? ? ? ? )]And imChorus x2The rich niggas will liveThe poor niggas will dieSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas richIs that how it goes?
