Текст (слова) песни: Geto Boys - Hold It Down

Im gonna fix this shit in 96

Facemob in the motherfuckin house, the g b

For the 1990-3-3, you know what Im 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 Im hopin that they dont 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]

Thats all he spoke, lights out at your part

Thats 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, its murder, tell me have you heard her?

4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve yall

Meanwhile, ima tell yall 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

Im 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 aint never seen me jump

Light they ass up like funk cause I aint scared of you punk

Motherfuckas that think, Ill pull this trigga and blink

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

Understand, Im out the do tag they toe and leave em rottin

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

Im moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors

And I catch those tryin to escape

Where they goin? up out the back door

And Im 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 cant 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 Im holdin it down

Gang type mobbin

Im havin bad luck willie

Feelin like I lost my dog

Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone

Aint no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today

Spray, all thats in my way if he dont mob this way

Im 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 cant 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 im

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?

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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 Im hopin that they dont 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] Thats all he spoke, lights out at your part Thats 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, its murder, tell me have you heard her? 4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve yall Meanwhile, ima tell yall 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 Im 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 aint never seen me jump Light they ass up like funk cause I aint scared of you punk Motherfuckas that think, Ill pull this trigga and blink Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank Understand, Im out the do tag they toe and leave em rottin Cause up in this game (? ? ? ? ? ) aim and you forgotten Im moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors And I catch those tryin to escape Where they goin? up out the back door And Im 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 cant 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 Im holdin it down Gang type mobbin Im havin bad luck willie Feelin like I lost my dog Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone Aint no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today Spray, all thats in my way if he dont mob this way Im 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 cant 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 im 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? 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