Cocoa Brovaz - Hold It Down Lyrics
[steele]Hold me down, Im movin on the enemy nowFor a cause, and he cause ya exort at warI swore to be dedicated, always elevatin, meditatinBout the soldiers who couldnt make itTake shit forever, thats my position, part of my conditionIs to long live the tradition of the stick n moveGet ya tools ready for constructionWe prepare to build or destroy somethinBrooklyn born, I be steele on the realAnd I feel like gettin it on, yo son whats the deal?For some reason, niggas be fiendinAnd when niggas be fiendin, they be quick to commit treasonBut I keep breathin through, though the season doBe seemin to get alot more hot than usualSo, who can I confide in, who can I trust to bust when Im ridinI dont need no last minute surprisesFrom those who pose as friends but they be lyinI keep my eye on the snitch thats spyinPlottin to brake down my whole enterprisesSome niggas soft but some niggas define shitTrue soldier ready for war, so dont try shitWhy you get critical, cuz the spots held down by the general[chorus 2x]Theres only a few that could ride wit meTheres only a few that could ride for freeI hold my weight plus yours, when you cant hold ya ownCuz I know you do the same for me, so hold me down[tek]Every clique got a soft nigga in it, believe meThat potray a kid he saw on the streets or in the moviesTryin to do the same he seen on the screenGot his big guns, timbs, hoody and his jeansTalk the fast talk but theres a pause in this walkRock his jewels, truck and he still eat porkHe get his little hustle on, he run with his major teamCrazy ass dread from jamaica, queensAint never seen war up in his face beforeGet his news from the barber shop/beeper storeBut if you let him tell it, hes the last man standingTalkin bout son, I held it down wit the cannonShould of seen the way that I was blazin at the catsTwist of the wrist, while I was pattin one backLike that kid did to menace, when he had the four poundYou know its only right, I had to hold the fort down[storm]Blazin wit ya friends, when we ridinTheres no suprisin, its all goodTakin chances, in the cut every dayTryin to big up, tryin to big up wit my master plan[chorus 2x][steele]As a youth I would sit up in my room and dreamOne day I became wit a ruthless teenLittle did I know that every step I tookHad already been signed and sealed in some booksSo I took a look at what I got to work wit of courseAnd if granted by the source move on wit full forceWhat choice to choose, if I sin will I useSittin wit the reverend in my county blues[tek]To which ever form you base your religion onLive by the scriptures of the Bible or karanDont burn bridges if you plan to make richesThe ones that you least expect to be the worst snitchesFor a dollar, a nigga screamin holla outYa secret whereabouts, so they can come and air ya outAnd took the throne, down the shoot dead and goneThe struggle goes on, so hold down ya dome[chorus 2x]
