Текст песни Geto Boys f FACEMOB - Hold It Down
Geto Boys f FACEMOB - Hold It Down слова песни
I`m gonna fix this shit in `96FACEMOB in the motherfuckin` house, the G BFor 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 upPut him outside his innerselfTook his lifeline from himNever got the chance to see who done itJust niggas runnin`, breakin` to they shitBefoe` the gun, put they ass up in the mixAnd all I seen was him, laid out chokin`Eyes to the back of his head, wide openAnd I`m hopin` that they don`t find the killerBecause this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killersBut still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazedAs they gaze at the corpse Before they drop him in the grave [Get paid]That`s all he spoke, lights out at your partThat`s all she wroteEverybody got a time and a place they dieBut if your out there crowdin` up your space, it fly, I (Chorus) x2Hold it down, gang type mobbin`4 5 packin` knuckleheads mackin` jackers that want to tryIf life was a game, that money could buyThe rich niggas would live And the po` niggas would dieWay down in the south, deep, on the creepThere was a monkey tryin` to step on big ol` (??) feetNigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirtCame up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurtWhat 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 exhaleBut oh well, it`s murder, tell me have you heard her?4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y`allMeanwhile, I`ma tell y`all all just what I hateA fool that want to pop lipTo turn and shake and gyrate, as I ChorusUp in the set you see me robbin`Sippin` on the HennesseyLook up in the cut, damn here comes my enemyEyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deepSlowly, they movin` closer so I taps my peepsI`m `bout to take this hoe down like a FriscoBut never let go, up in this game thats how the best rollsI test those who ain`t never seen me jumpLight they ass up like funk cause I ain`t scared of you punkMotherfuckas that think, I`ll pull this trigga and blinkLeave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drankUnderstand, I`m out the do` tag they toe and leave `em rottin`Cause up in this game (?????) aim and you forgottenI`m moppin on these hoes like they waxed floorsAnd I catch those tryin to escapeWhere they goin? Up out the back doorAnd I`m at your head, wit a .38Ready to murder, straight through your chestWit no time to waste, IChorus X2Look at him, bleedin from the mobThere goes another nigga, goneBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at homeNiggas can`t get along, specially at the clubsTryin to fuck these same bitchesStrange niggas, tryin to check nutsI just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)All of a sudden (????)Goddamn there they go wit all that shitShankin and shootin and squabblinBut you know I`m holdin it down Gang type mobbinI`m havin bad luck WillieFeelin like I lost my dogLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is goneAin`t no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more todaySpray, all thats in my way if he don`t mob this wayI`m sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and Hearin that you holdin what we didUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my endCome again come come niggas get toastedOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup And leave em turned upIs this that motherfuckin P A YBack city and its shitty but for show they timed itYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipeYou see it and start runnin but can`t run all nightSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shitAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did [Its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize what you (????)]And I`mChorus X2The rich niggas will liveThe poor niggas will dieSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas richIs that how it goes?