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Geto Boys

Genres: Hip-Hop

Hold It Down Lyrics - Geto Boys

I'm gonna fix this shit in '96 

 

Facemob in the motherfuckin' house, the g b 

For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm 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 I'm hopin' that they don't 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] 

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' lion feet 

Nigga 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 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, it's murder, tell me have you heard her? 

4 5 pack o'knuckleheads 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 mobbin' 

Sippin' 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 movin' closer so I taps my peeps 

I'm 'bout to take this hoe break 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 ever seen me jump 

Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk 

Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink 

Leave they ass 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 focus 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 ass at home 

Niggas can't get along, specially at these clubs 

Tryin to fuck these same bitches 

Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts 

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

All of a sudden, out of nothin' 

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 motherfuckin 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 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 it's 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 motherfuckin shit you did 

[its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize 

What you doin time 

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? 

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