Geto Boys — Hold It Down

[Intro: Scarface] I'ma fix this shit in '96 Uh FACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G.B Come on For the 1990-3-3 Heh heh You know what I'm saying? [Verse 1: Scarface] Gun shots rang out, niggas ducking, what the fuck? Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it (Damn) fucked him up Put him outside his innerself Took his lifeline from him Never got the chance to see who done it Just niggas running, breaking to they shit Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix And all I seen was him, laid out choking Eyes to the back of his head, wide open And I'm hoping that they don't find the killer Because this nigga crossed a whole bunch of killers But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed As they gaze at the corpse Before they drop him in the grave [Get paid] That's all he spoke, lights out at your part That's all she wrote Everybody got a time and a place they die But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly I [Chorus] Hold it down, gang type mobbing Four-five packing knuckleheads macking jackers that want to try If life was a game that money could buy The rich niggas would live And the po' niggas would die That's why I Hold it down, gang type mobbing Four-five packing knuckleheads macking jackers that want to try If life was a game, that money could buy The rich niggas would live And the po' niggas would die [Verse 2] Way down in the south, deep, on the creep There was a monkey tried to step on big ol' lion feet Nigga, peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt Came up short on my skrilla and got his monkey-ass hurt What it look like? On the south side it be hopping Respect grew with the four-five if ya popping I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief, wanna check mail? Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her? Four-five knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all Meanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate A fool that want to pop lip to turn and shake and gyrate As I [Chorus] Hold it down, gang type mobbing Four-five packing knuckleheads macking jackers that want to try If life was a game that money could buy The rich niggas would live And the po' niggas would die [Verse 3: 350] Up in the set you see me mobbing Sipping on the Hennessy Look up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep Slowly, they moving closer so I taps my peeps I'm 'bout to take this hoe, break this hoe down like a fresh O But never let go, up in this game that's how the best rolls I test those who ain't never seen me jump Light they ass up like funk 'cause I ain't scared of you, punk Motherfuckas that think I'll pull this trigga and blink Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank Understand, I'm out the do', tag they toe, and leave 'em rotting 'Cause up in this game focus, aim, and you forgotten I'm mopping on these hoes like they waxed floors And I catch those tryna escape Where they going? Up out the back door And I'm at your head, with a thirty-eight Ready to murder straight through your chest With no time to waste I [Chorus] Hold it down, gang type mobbing Four-five packing knuckleheads macking jackers that want to try If life was a game that money could buy The rich niggas would live And the po' niggas would die I Hold it down, gang type mobbing Four-five packing knuckleheads macking jackers that want to try If life was a game, that money could buy The rich niggas would live And the po' niggas would die [Verse 4: Devin the Dude] Look at him, bleeding from the mob There goes another nigga gone Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home Niggas can't get along, 'specially at these clubs Trying to fuck these same bitches Strange niggas, trying to check nuts I just look as I drink my drink and I'm blowed All of a sudden down to nothing God damn, there they go with all that shit Shankinh and shootinh and squabblinh But you know I'm holdin it down Gang type mobbing [Verse 5: Willie D] I'm having bad luck Willie I'm feeling like I lost my dog Looking sick 'cause my motherfucking scratch is gone Ain't no tommorrow, I gots to get some more today Spray, all that's in my way if he don't mob this way I'm sick of window shopping, eavesdropping And hearing that you holding what we did Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end Come again, come-come niggas get toasted Oven roasted, evenly burnt, I pour the syrup And leave 'em turned up Is this that motherfuckin P-A-Y? Back City and it's shitty but for show they time You get what you got surely coming, the latex pipe You see it and start running but can't run all night Sooner or later you'll curl up, hit this sure shot shit Ass naked for that motherfucking shit you did [It's a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize What you do with time] And I'm [Chorus] Hold it down, gang type mobbing Four-five packing knuckleheads macking jackers that want to try If life was a game that money could buy The rich niggas would live And the po' niggas would die Hold it down, gang type mobbing Four-five packing knuckleheads macking jackers that want to try If life was a game, that money could buy The rich niggas would live And the po' niggas would die [Outro] Yeah The rich niggas will live, heh heh The poor niggas will die So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich That how it goes? Haha, yeah