| Mm-hmm, hold me down
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| Hold me down
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| Hold me down
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| Ah yeah yeah hold me down
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| Yeah uh-huh uh-huh, hold me down
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| Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down
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| Eh te eh te eh, hold me down
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| Word to, everybody that, hold me down
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| Huh? |
| Ah-huh, yo, what?
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| Aiyyo P back me up now, hold me down
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| While I go around this town, snatchin crowns
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| From those supposed, wannabe rap vocalists
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| If you nice get your rope and dosey-do in this
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| Let me know somethin — you wanna fight? |
| Let’s go somethin
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| If not, close your mouth and say nothing
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| Y’all imitations, fuckin up the whole situation
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| With sucker MC infiltration
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| Aiyyo straight up, you light MC’s better get your weight up
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| I’m benchin three hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up
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| Ain’t that ill? |
| How I can just stare, and watch the blood spill
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| From an unknown rapper, but now the rapper’s no thrill
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| Now how real is that? |
| Burnin gats, knifes and bats
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| Hot rhyme, status, with the hot wax
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| Mixed with the street slang, is where it’s at
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| Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back
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| Yo E, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| Yo P, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| Yo E, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| PMD, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| Yo E, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| PMD, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| Yo E, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| PMD, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| You got shit harder than this, Erick Serm' and Parrish Smith?
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| What’s this? |
| Piped out five, with the kit?
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| And millions to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid
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| This ain’t just rhymin, God’s on the way, and he’s askin
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| Who’s been followin the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
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| And can’t cool, this go out to the cats in school
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| It’s not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the rainstorm
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| Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we swarm
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| Yeah we swarm MC’s with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting em
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| Like Muhammad, set the scene I’m bombin on
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| CEO’s, A&R's, street team to a manager
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| For the cream, we damage ya
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| On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino
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| From a crackhead, dopefiend, or wino
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| Bring the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic
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| Give a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics
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| Yo P, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| Yo E, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| Yo PMD, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| Yo E, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| Yo PMD, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| E-Dub, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| Mic Doc, hold me down
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| I’m holdin you down
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| Green Eyed Bandit, holdin it down
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| Yeah, I’m holdin you down
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| Niggas tryin to jam the frequency, when on the low
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| They be peepin me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD
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| The Dream Team, who fiend for the cream since sixteen
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| Dodgin po-nine and marks, with the high beams
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| God-body, rap style, Mazerrati
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| Catchin bodies, E Double holdin shit down with the sawed off shotty
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| What you thought? |
| We takin more than nickels and shorts?
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| Get the fuck out of here, nothin sweet here, you get your shit torched
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| I spit flames at Oklahoma
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| When done, you can smell the Sermon aroma
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| In a coma, burned to death, man listen
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| Did he deserve, the kicked to the curb, ass whippin?
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| Believe you me, it was his destiny
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| For the child to end for fuckin with men
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| P and I got somethin for all y’all
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| Who stand tall, and dose dat like to ball
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| So we ball like Spalding, in the time of need
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| Who you calling when your career is falling?
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| Ssshh, way down, you’ve been hit, lay down
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| Hit the ground, don’t get up, stay down
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| Relax a minute, you shouldn’ta put your two cents in it
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| Now you up a creek, in the back of a car that’s rented |