The Geto Boys - Hold It Down | Текст песни

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• The 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?