I hold ya down) I hold it down for you (You know I'm down) I said I'm down for ya (I hold ya down) You know I'm down for you (You know I'm down) I hold
a baby nine they'll spray at you It's eye-for-eye I go pound-for-pound I'm New Orleans, only hopin' I'ma hold it down Either roll with me, when I'm rolling
return of the hot boy It's the return of the original hot boy hot boy, I'm a hot boy H-O-T, B-O-Y, Uh
what I'm sayin, that you holding down And I know you got a place for me And I know you done met my daddy ya heard me And y'all done got the fahotion y'all
legend), B.Gizzle (Gizzle) And it's straight Chopper City Records you know (chop, chop) And I'ma keep it real - all the way All the way real - all the
drum at ya, clown I'm a dog, dog - I'm tellin' ya I'm raw, dog Like Pac: ya ain't in my clique, fuck all y'all (Hook [B.G.]) I'm runnin' with my chopper
B. -- Don't mean nothin to the B.G I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz Let a nigga take me down after all this time? Shiiiit I'
Congratulations, the Fever's back open Gotta thank my man Big Sal for that And before I get outta here I just got one thing to say to y'all Y'all got
yours [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah, money make the world go round and I got her Buckle down, do anything for the dollar Enough bills'll make your blood spill Kill for
: (feat. Betty Wright) Uh Girls Y'all gotta feel me on this one Y'all know how it be you Just been with your man For so long and you think you got him
WHAT, we goin' all out Nigga [chorus - 2X] fool, you better go all out keep goin' all out all my niggaz goin' all out without a muthafuckin' doubt [
smokin, gun-totin, drinkin Ridin on our motherfuckin enemies Y'all know how we do it [Verse Three] I be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L
worst place; y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us ,in the first place Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters Y'all don't want no funk cause
y'all) [Dramacydal] I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles for some ridah delight
This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober ni**a talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad Y'all ni**az scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
up [x4] Bz up cz down,cz up side down, bz up uptown, Bz up downtown, cz down in btown, bz up in btown, only time I say b down wen they b tryin b down
O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [