Hold Me Down

<br>[Babs]<br>Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused<br>Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady<br>Diddy I see you baby<br><br>Y`all niggaz done met ya match<br>I`m somthin like a pimp you bust I bust back<br>I game dudes got `em callin me wifey<br>My stomach stay flat baby mothers don`t like me, huh<br>Chicks this heated then I give `em my ice see<br>I`m the knockout queen y`all hoes don`t wanna fight me<br>Sexy, brown skin complexion<br>Concealed in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah<br>I don`t pay for nothin at all<br>I even get free dutches at the corner store<br>Shot caller dudes stop as soon as I speak<br>Babs Bunny the black jet queen of the week huh<br>I`m fire just what the thugs desire<br>Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah<br>When I walk down the streets niggaz squeak their tires<br>Got every club promoter passin me flyers<br>I`m in there V.I.P. a sure night<br>With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight<br>I`m ready for some action hands in the air<br>Crystal over here in the club no beer<br>Stuntin bad girl I do it for nothin<br>Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button<br>Babs repeat it I`m something that the rap game needed<br>Thorough bread plus I stay weeded<br><br>[Fred]<br>All I need from you, is your word that when I come to the stai<br>You gon hold me down<br>Cause when you come to M.I.<br>I`m gon hold you down<br>You know its Freddy p the hit man of the band<br>Y`all know how I`m doing it now, shit<br><br>I`m in and out them magazines back to the TV shows<br>Attendin business meetings with a 40s and my dirty flows<br>Everydays an episode all because them episodes<br>Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows<br>Everyday like valentine<br>How I keep it rollin<br>Never made a dime from rap…..yet<br>I thank them people no my people don`t believe it though<br>Someone has been leavin those words sayin cold<br>You think I don`t know you serving coke<br>Cuz you ain`t a dude alive that couldn`t carry their coke<br>So it must be them freakin po pos I hope<br>They better pray they don`t run up wrong<br>Or your momma gonna be singin that song<br><br>[Chopper]<br>What you say Freddy P ya heard me<br>Its Lord Chopper City ya heard me<br>Your little brother ya heard me<br>I representin the band ya dig to the death<br>New Orleans the third ward magnolia<br><br>Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like what`s hap nigga<br>I crush bones and ain`t a mothafuckin fat nigga<br>You know what type of shit I`m on I let the Mack hit ya<br>You cant box my squad, our left jabs quicka<br>Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us<br>All my sistas I promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya<br>You know what I`m sayin, we see them ninjas<br>Hoppin off of them Ducatis choppin you down like timber<br>You can try to stop me, I will injure<br>Shit my killer instincts like cinder<br>I`m a bad boy guerilla making millionaire figures<br>Chopper City bout to dis ya<br>I can paint you a picture<br><br>[Ness]<br>Hey yo Chopper man I dig you like the fuckin shovel man<br>Its E Ness the enforcer from the band man<br>We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog<br>Its real its about to go down like this ay yo<br><br>Puffin on sour deezys you know it ain`t illegal<br>And I never been to Iraq but packin desert eagles I mean<br>Call me a liar but the fires back<br>Bad boy empire is where the fires at<br>I got the Sean John truck with the tires to match<br>The whole hood on fire the wires tapped<br>Ok this part of the deal<br>Bounty huntas all on my heels<br>Lookin for me huh somewhere in the Ville<br>I takes planes trains, automobiles, boats<br>Overseas passport to brazil<br>Survival of the fittest<br>Nigga I talk it I live it<br>Gotta crawl before you walk<br>Any nigga can get it<br><br>[Dylan]<br>All dance<br>For the family ya know<br>Elliott ness, me I hold it down til dead<br>Before dishonor trust what me tell ya Dylan Dillinger<br>Join the family all West Indian, I for<br>Lemme see some lighters now,<br>Call you<br><br>Ya me, me in a band which is poor in need<br>Ya must see, man a don, nah me no blood clot be<br>She see me, shot ya eye out<br>You no see, see, see, see<br>Little more me have to wild out<br>With set she see, see<br>She check all of me guns<br>She plottin theify theify<br>Me have a half a pint fa your<br>An Eagle eye if she need it<br>Check the people like some mortars are<br>Rule the people with me gun<br>Like Moses rule `em rod<br>Bumba clot enough ta move ya<br>And them Ouija<br>Man I righteous hearted<br>I go shot up police<br>Pull the burn out me trunky<br>Pistol pack the fassey<br>Shots every area<br>Foes will no like me why<br>Them new Jordan and new Nike<br>My glocks come out when its time fa ya bashee<br>Ask dem ya gonna see da band is me family<br>If ya disrespect ya fi never feel morning!!