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Hold U Down
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hold U Down was released on March 26, 1996 by RCA Records Label as a part of the album Realms 'n' Reality
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Release DateMarch 26, 1996
LabelRCA Records Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cella Dwellas
Cella Dwellas
Performer
DJ Slice
DJ Slice
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alando Outlaw
Alando Outlaw
Composer, Lyrics
Christopher Gerald
Christopher Gerald
Composer, Lyrics
Nicholas Loizides
Nicholas Loizides
Composer, Lyrics
D. Smith
D. Smith
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cella Dwellas
Cella Dwellas
Mixing Engineer
Nick Wiz
Nick Wiz
Producer, Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Check it out, check it
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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