Hold It Down Lyrics - Second Coming - Tq

F/ vandalz 

[tq - intro] 

Kb, vandalz (yeah yeah yeah) 

'bout mine 

Y'all know how we do it 

Yeah ('bout mine) 

This is for them soldiers (keep it goin') 

All day, everyday (yeah yeah yeah) 

[tq] 

I've got so much trouble on my mind 

Refuse to lose 

I got my windows seedy, county line's still on 

Now what the hell is goin' on? 

This nigga been around the world and back 

And it's a lesson to be learned in that 

A lot of paper to be earned in that 

But I still couldn't discern the fact 

That the life ain't gotta be like that 

So hold it down 

1 - [tq] 

(i'ma pop mine) 

Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it 

(gonna keep it on) 

I ill, I'll be about it 

Yes, I feel g about it 

(who could be with me? ) 

Wouldn't be without it 

When I think about it, who gon' be down? 

(who will be down? ) 

Gotta feel g about it, or you'll see about it 

(don't get no more) 

Yes, I feel g about it 

Where would I be without it? 

(I'm sick of all you haters when I'm comin' 'round) 

When I think about holdin' it down 

(gotta hold it down) 

[tq] 

Oh, when I was young in my neighborhood 

I sold straps 'cause the paper's good 

(so my bitch should understand me nigga) 

We let them ends get bigger 

It's always somethin' wrong with the picture 

That's when it hits ya 

Seventeen years old, ain't no need to be rollin' 

In a big body benz that's stolen 

All my knuckleheads holla if ya hear me now 

The grind is somethin' that you gotta stay real about 

I doubt I'd change a thing about my life, except these haters 

I'd take 'em baby, two at a time, with lefts and rights 

And won't get tired 'til we all ball, causin' a riot 

Can't even see no peace and quiet 

So I decided misery I'll deal with myself 

Ain't no need for me to be involved with nobody else 

I'll chase my wealth across these continents 

Why these fake mothafuckas wanna get with this? 

Bitch nigga, be 'bout it 

Repeat 1 

Repeat 1 

[vandalz] 

Now who be lettin' them heads loose, aimin' off the roof 

It's the new millennium and I still ain't feelin' 'em 

I'm y2-ak, ready, hands steady 

Shame on you niggas, how we came on you niggas 

Shoulda pulled the heat out and flamed all you niggas 

To the clique I'm dedicated, 'bout, blunted and faded 

Bitch please 

Ask a nigga, squeeze the young g 

Situation turned drastic, I'm pullin' out plastic 

So bring the beat 'cause I'm a bastard 

Barely breathing, but leave the body in plastic 

Blaze the broccoli on the roof of murderin' street 

Psychotic, leave the mic, it's idiotic 

Bring ya heat if you 'bout it 

Watch 'em inhale butane and spit hot flames 

Thug, so I'm stayin' heated 

But fuck the trouble that it's caused 

We part insane, mentally 

With a urge to splurge a piece of my poison 

To innocent citizens 

Violent millitants, check the currency on my pistol for them 

Decided we out 

Repeat 1 to fade