Can’t Hold Us Down lyrics

[Mr. Cheeks]
You know the life situations, hard times of deep conversations
Beef in the streets, eliminations
sh*t gets iller, it's mad bullsh*t us n*ggas go through
They hate us, being broke and gettin dough too
Well let me show you, n*ggas how I feel when I'm singin
Ya n*ggas be constantly O.D.'ing
You can't show them crackers love, yo they love to take advantage
Keep actin like ya black watch where ya land b*tch
A word from the wise, you know us
The late street slummers
We creep on you with rentals, no hummers
We celebrate the summers, burn trees sit up on the bench
Against the fench, watchin tournaments
These n*ggas know the scene, n*ggas roll dice for the green
b*tches the more ice the mean
Keep the cars shining, these love the creep thru the actional
And that the hood the f*ckin main attraction
The hot b*tches and n*ggas ayo we all make it happen
Sword sellin drugs are workin hard, we all rappin
Hope you recognize the realism, that I'm spittin
Not the hardest rap artist, but I'm hittin
Put the Gennus to my lip take a sip of it
Light my L, write my rhyme watch how I flip the sh*t
Ayo ya n*ggas ya be counterfeit, so tone it down a bit
A move along with you bullsh*t
Chorus: Lost Boyz & Mel
You can't hold us down, You can't hold us down
You can't hold us down, You can't f*ck around

[Mr. Cheeks]
I creep the streets with my sounds blastin from the get up
Lay back confortable, why the f*ck sit up
Rims shining, ordinary guy, makin cheddar
Life for me and wifey and for the kid it's more better
Better school and yo n*ggas makin better more
Like some old addition listen kid, cheddar roots
Kid you feelin me, these rap n*ggas killin me
sh*t my team thru police they be drillin me
n*ggas thrillin me, I shine like the diamond
For real a f*ckin wit you money kid I'm only rhymin
But if you wanna get it on, yo we can do it
Any business that's mine yo I'm steppin to it
Livin life with no fear
My teams got my back and my rear
n*ggas if you want me, I'm right here
Talkin out ya mouth, runnin out with gems and can't win
These DJ's makin tapes and can't spin
These rap n*ggas, makin money but they really trash
n*ggas frontin like they want Parelli ass
Aiyo I pass, I'd rather listen to some R&B
Some hot sh*t maybe starrin me
Chorus 2X

[Mr. Cheeks]
It seems that my minds playin games on me
Police stay harass try to throw the chains on me
And try to warn me once I got up inside the game
n*ggas told me that sh*t would never be the same
n*ggas chains what money comes around the set
n*ggas told me though so a n*gga won't forget
Where I came from, you know the f*ckin scoop
Police hate to see us cats when we on the stoop
Know the best, are whips caught sword in the chest
Knowin that we enter murder, money and the sex
Drugs, f*ck with honeys who be hustlin for cheddar
They only out to make it better
Startin where it comes from
We used to sell those drums too
We represent the slums boo
How we do basically no doubt, LB Fam IV Life, yo we out

Chorus 2X