Hold It Down lyrics

Artist  : Geto Boys 
Song : Hold It Down



 Send "Hold It Down" Ringtone to your Cell 

 featuring  FACEMOB


I'm gonna fix this sh*t in '96

FACEMOB in the motherf**kin' house, the G B
For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'

Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the
f**k?!
Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, f**ked
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 as* 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 motherf**kas 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 as* 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, f**kin' thief wanna
check mail?
Shot him now another bit*h 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 bit*hes
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 as* up like funk cause I ain't scared
of you punk
Motherf**kas that think, I'll pull this trigga
and blink
Leave they as* 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 as* at
home
Niggas can't get along, specially at the clubs
Tryin to f**k these same bit*hes
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 motherf**kin 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 f**k 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin sh*t 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?