Hold It Down Songtext
von Geto Boys

I′ma fix this shit '96
Uh
Face Mob in the motherfuckin′ house
The G-B
C'mon
For the 1993-3
Know what I'm sayin′?

Gunshots rang out, niggas duckin′, what the fuck?
Seen this nigga bite the bullet and damn, fucked him up
Put him outside his intercept, took his lifeline from him
Never got a chance to see who done it

Just niggas runnin'
Break into they shit before the gun
Put they ass up in the mix
And all I seen was him laid out chokin′
Eye to the back of his head, wide open


And I'm hopin′ that they don't find the killer
Because this nigga crossed a whole bunch of killers
But still a bunch of motherfuckers stand dazed
As they gaze at the corpse ′fore they drop him in the grave
Get paid, that's all he spoke
Lights out at your party, that's all she wrote
Everybody′s got a time and a place they die
But if you out there, crowdin′ up your space, it's fly, I

Hold it down, game tight, mobbin′
Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin′ jackers that wanna try
If life was a game that money could buy
The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die
That's why I
Hold it down, game tight, mobbin′
Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try
If life was a game that money could buy
The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die

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 scrilla and got his monkey ass hurt
What it look like on the Southside, it be hoppin′
Respect rule with the four-five if you're poppin′
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 of
Four-five packin′, knucklehead from the Mob ready to serve ya
Meanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate
A fool that wanna pop lip to turn and shake and gyrate
As I

Hold it down, game tight, mobbin′
Four-five packin′, knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try
If life was a game that money could buy
The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die

Up in the set, you see me mobbin′, sippin' on the Hennessy
Looked up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy
Eyes met and you best bet she got her bitches deep
Slowly they movin′ closer, so I tap my feet
I'm ′bout to take this ho, break this ho down like a fresh soap
But never let go, up in this game, that's how the best rolls
I test those who ain't never ever seen me jump
Light they ass up like funk ′cause I ain′t scared of you, punk

Motherfuckers that think I pull this trigger and blink
Leave they ass to stank, then I down the whole drank
Understand I'm out the door, tag they toe and leave ′em rotten
'Cause up in this game, focus ain′t and you forgotten
I'm moppin′ on these hos like they wax floors and I catch those
Tryna escape, where they goin'? Up out the back door
And I'm at your head with a .38
Ready to murder straight through your chest with no time to waste, I

Hold it down, game tight, mobbin′
Four-five packin′, knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try
If life was a game that money could buy
The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die, I
Hold it down, game tight, mobbin′
Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin′ jackers that wanna try
If life was a game that money could buy
The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die

Look at 'em bleedin′ from the Mob, there goes another nigga gone
Blood all over the rug, should've stayed his ass at home
Niggas can't get along,′specially at these clubs
Tryna fuck these same bitches, strange niggas tryna check nuts
I just look as I drank my drank and I′m blown
All of a sudden, in the nothin', goddamn, there they go
With all that shit, shakin′ and shootin' and squabblin′
But you know I'm holdin′ it down, game tight, mobbin'

I'm havin′ bad luck, really, feelin′ like I lost my dog
Lookin' sick ′cause the motherfuckin' scratch is gone
Ain′t no tomorrow, I gots to get some mo' today
Spray all that′s in my way if he don't mob this way
I'm sick of window shoppin′, eavesdroppin′
And hearin' that you holdin′ what we did
All to yourself and tryna fuck me out my end
Come again, come, come, niggas get toasted, up and roasted
Evenly burn up on the syrup and leave 'em turn up

It′s just that motherfuckin' P-A-Y
Back City in the city, but fo′ sho' it time
You get what you got surely comin', the latex pipe
You see it and start runnin′, but can′t run all night
Sooner or later, you curl up to this sure shot shit
Ass naked for that motherfuckin' shit you did
It′s a dog nation and at dog time
Everything must rewind, recognize what you doin' time
And I′m

Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'
Four-five packin′, knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try
If life was a game that money could buy
The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die
Hold it down, game tight, mobbin' (c′mon)
Four-five packin′, knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try
If life was a game that money could buy
The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die (yeah)

The rich niggas will live, hehe
Poor niggas will die
So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich
Ain′t that how it go? Yeah