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Hold U Down

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Hold U Down è stato pubblicato il 26 marzo 1996 da RCA Records Label come parte dell'album Realms 'n' Reality

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AlbumRealms 'n' Reality

Data di uscita26 marzo 1996

EtichettaRCA Records Label

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U.G.'s magnificent like Morocco, used to rock flow

Got to blow so I could drive a Land Cruiser

Choose a heavy rings and things that make society eye me

And attract thugs that wanna try me

And stick me, my clique be thick, see, like Gerry Cooney

More Gees than Spoonie, hands nice like Al Toon's be

From the Jets, bets on dog races

Sex in four places, Becks, drink four cases—what?

Peep the scientist, me and Phan' roll like Power Man and Iron Fist

Now shorties layin' on my couch like a psychiatrist

Automatics pop like grease when you fryin' fish

This ain't no game, kid

I see more fame than ten **** I knew that blew

Now it's time for us to get cash too

Ted DiBiase, The Million Dollar Emcee

Check the Realms 'N Reality LP

We murder **** mentally, bet you outta six rhymes, I'm four and better

The big pictures was a Jetta and some Lo sweaters

But that was years ago, now a **** know

MCs be livin; off this shit, and that's for real though

Had dreams of bein' down with the Hit Squad

The Dwellas is forever, and now we the shit, god

If shorties hassle me, know a Butch named Cassidy

Call me the Sundance Kid, soon to blow and live

Full-court, breakaway rims, three G's and soundmen

Single climbin', keep a **** shinin', true indeed

My seed is the love of my life

My only son, no wife, get nice, shoot dice

Me and my man (Man) Silky Slim and Geechie Dan (Dan)

On the road to the riches, keep the fame and the bitches

Son, it's like whatever (I got your back forever, don't sweat it)

And if you're gonna set it, ****, set it

'Cause I'ma hold you down, nah'mean? No frontin'

Whether we be rappin' or back-smackin' somethin'

I throw flows like Joe Theismann, wise like Three Wise Men

Pose like the Heisman in pictures

My scriptures be lethal weapons, I bust like Mel Gibson on screen

On-point like infrared beams

Dreams of hot tubs, ownin' yachts and clubs with strippers

With "Tommy Hil'" printed on my slippers

Ba' bro, pesos folded in clips

Model ships up in bottles that be priceless

The mic gets smashed on my behalf, flash steel on purpose

Don't front for me, kid, it ain't worth it

To get blasted, Dirty like the Bastard

Heard a lot of trash shit on wax, some labels need to drop they acts (Word up)

'Cause when it's our turn to shine, you gon' see

A gold LP, so what you tellin' me, Phantasm?

The Dwellas already got fame in the game

One album to claim, puttin' crews to shame

Just because you get a pound, don't think you down

I know a lot of rap clowns all up in this town

That smile in my face, behind my back, they talk trash

Made a little cash, but how long will you last?

Longevity's the key to the real money

Rule four thousand and eighty: industry's shady

My true friends in the biz is U.G. and Nick Wiz

And some crazy-ass Crooklyn kids

Bottom line, it's time to get mines for tracks and rhymes

And generate papers like The New York Times

Son, it's like whatever (I got your back forever, don't sweat it)

And if you're gonna set it, ****, set it

'Cause I'ma hold you down, nah'mean? No frontin'

Whether we be rapping or back-smackin' somethin'

Written by: Alando Outlaw, Christopher Gerald, D. Smith, Nicholas Loizides

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