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TQ - Hold It Down lyrics
Headbeat Vandalz (yeah yeah yeah) About 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) 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 (Chorus) (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 (It's just the beginning) 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?) When I was young in my neighbourhood I sold straps cos the pay was good Guess u understand me nigga When the demands get bigga Always something 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 (Chorus - 3x) (Rap by 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 cuz 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 militants, check the currency on my pistol for them Decided we out (Chorus) -- Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it I ill, I'll be about it Yes, I feel G about it Wouldn't be without it When I think about it, who gon' be down? Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it I ill, I'll be about it Yes, I feel G about it Wouldn't be without it When I think about holding it down Holding it down |
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