Hold Me Down lyrics

Chorus 2X: Noreaga {Final Chapter}

Yo hold me down n*gga {scared face to face with life}
Yo hold me down n*gga
{trying to eat in these streets is trife}
Just hold me down n*gga
{f*ck a b*tch, make ya beef ya wife
'n these fiend for the cream til they team is tight}

{Noreaga}
Yo at Miami, at the Rolex, the strip bar club
Even at Cocos, the strip bar club
Sometimes at Medallions, the strip bar club
Always with dubs, 5 and 10's, cappin battles of Don
For the crazy, spend my cash
But you know I never pay for the head and ass
Were my n*ggas at? gettin lap dances
Smiles on they face, feel good my n*ggas be laced
Used to be on the block, just sellin they rocks
Now they chillin with me gettin legal knots
Double L techs, ain't n*gga be Vex
Rockin ice burn, never too good to wear Guess
Makin it happen, seein my n*ggas makin it rappin
While ya n*ggas be broke and ya never be laughin
We on jet ski's and scooters, private jets
Don't you know we still have our ties to the projects
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{Noreaga}
Every n*gga that you talk to, ain't ya man
And every n*gga that you hang with, ain't ya fam
See a snake like a mile away, n*ggas say I'm weak now
And I ain't even hungry
So listen up, yo this is what I gotta say
I still hungry yo I eat like twice a day
But ya can suck my di*k like Mart LeMay
Cool and honest, now a n*gga really be arogent
My n*gga Outlaw who used to live up in Faragent
We got n*ggas from all around the world
We even got hoes now, better ask ya girl
We can drink with weed, I'll make ya hurl
Straight twisted, with hydro and how ya be lifted
I told you to hit it light, before ya hit it
But you ain't listen so ya ass is corse
But you can't hang with me cuz ya ass is soft

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{Noreaga}
Aiyo one's for the money, two's for the b*tches that suck di*k
Three is for pops and sh*t, Rest in Peace Mambo
Yo I love you daddy
Soon as 'Pone came home, yo he cop the Caddie
Tell Bob My Weave, we doin are thing
And we got like a whole lotta money to bring
Do are thing with the bent, plus we grown as men
Feedin like 15 n*ggas, that's next to kin
Sprung n*ggas out the hood with us
Yo when we do shows, we still got the hood with us
I know you love that, see us on stage, all drunk, with a thug hat
Mic check, so much henny moet
That's BK on the wheels, cuttin up the steels
The n*ggas bring gats still, just to keep a rep
So don't disrespect, ya won't see the tech
Mano-a-mano, probaly see ya n*ggas tomorrow
Chorus 3X