Tytuł: Hold me down

• Wykonawca: N.O.R.E.
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   Chorus 2X: Noreaga {Final Chapter}
  
  Yo hold me down nigga {scared face to face with life}
  Yo hold me down nigga
  {trying to eat in these streets is trife}
  Just hold me down nigga
  {Fuck a bitch, make ya beef ya wife,
  'n these fiend for the cream til they team is tight}
  
  {Noreaga}
  Yo at Miami, at the Rolex, the strip bar club
  Even at Cocos, the strip bar club
  Sometimes at Medallions, the strip bar club
  Always with dubs, 5 and 10's, cappin battles of Don
  For the crazy, spend my cash
  But you know I never pay for the head and ass
  Were my niggas at? gettin lap dances
  Smiles on they face, feel good my niggas be laced
  Used to be on the block, just sellin they rocks
  Now they chillin with me gettin legal knots
  Double L techs, ain't nigga be Vex
  Rockin ice burn, never too good to wear Guess
  Makin it happen, seein my niggas makin it rappin
  While ya niggas be broke and ya never be laughin
  We on jet ski's and scooters, private jets
  Don't you know we still have our ties to the projects
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  {Noreaga}
  Every nigga that you talk to, ain't ya man
  And every nigga that you hang with, ain't ya fam
  See a snake like a mile away, niggas say I'm weak now
  And I ain't even hungry
  So listen up, yo this is what I gotta say
  I still hungry yo I eat like twice a day
  But ya can suck my dick like Mart LeMay
  Cool and honest, now a nigga really be arogent
  My nigga Outlaw who used to live up in Faragent
  We got niggas from all around the world
  We even got hoes now, better ask ya girl
  We can drink with weed, I'll make ya hurl
  Straight twisted, with hydro and how ya be lifted
  I told you to hit it light, before ya hit it
  But you ain't listen so ya ass is corse
  But you can't hang with me cuz ya ass is soft
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  {Noreaga}
  Aiyo one's for the money, two's for the bitches that suck dick
  Three is for pops and shit, Rest in Peace Mambo
  Yo I love you daddy
  Soon as 'Pone came home, yo he cop the Caddie
  Tell Bob My Weave, we doin are thing
  And we got like a whole lotta money to bring
  Do are thing with the bent, plus we grown as men
  Feedin like 15 niggas, that's next to kin