For a cause, and he 'cause ya exort at war
I swore to be dedicated, always elevatin', meditatin'
Bout the soldiers who couldn't make it
Take shit forever, that's my position, part of my condition
Is to long live the tradition of the stick 'n' move
Get ya tools ready for construction
We prepare to build or destroy somethin'
Brooklyn born, I be Steele on the real
And I feel like gettin' it on, yo son what's the deal?
For some reason, niggas be fiendin'
And when niggas be fiendin, they be quick to commit treason
But I keep breathin' through, though the season do
Be seemin' to get a lot more hot than usual
So, who can I confide in, who can I trust to bust when I'm ridin'
I don't need no last minute surprises
From those who pose as friends but they be lyin'
I keep my eye on the snitch that's spyin'
Plottin' to brake down my whole enterprises
Some niggas soft but some niggas define shit
True soldier ready for war, so don't try shit
Why you get critical, 'cause the spots held down by the general
There's only a few that could ride with me
There's only a few that could ride for free
I hold my weight plus yours, when you can't hold ya own
'cause I know you do the same for me, so hold me down
Every clique got a soft nigga in it, believe me
That potray a kid he saw on the streets or in the movies
Tryin' to do the same he seen on the screen
Got his big guns, Timbs, hoody and his jeans
Talk the fast talk but there's a pause in this walk
Rock his jewels, truck and he still eat pork
He get his little hustle on, he run with his major team
Crazy ass dread from Jamaica, Queens
Ain't never seen war up in his face before
Get his news from the barber shop beeper store
But if you let him tell it, he's the last man standing
talkin' bout son, I held it down with the cannon
Should of seen the way that I was blazin' at the cats
Twist of the wrist, while I was pattin' one back
Like that kid did to Menace, when he had the four pound
You know it's only right, I had to hold the fort down
Blazin' with' ya friends, when we ridin'
There's no suprisin', it's all good
takin' chances, in the cut every day
Tryin' to big up, tryin' to big up with my master plan
As a youth I would sit up in my room and dream
One day I became with a ruthless teen
Little did I know that every step I took
Had already been signed and sealed in some books
So I took a look at what I got to work with of course
And if granted by the source move on with full force
What choice to choose, if I sin will I use
Sittin' with' the reverend in my county blues
To which ever form you base your religion on
Live by the scriptures of the Bible or Karan
Don't burn bridges if you plan to make riches
The ones that you least expect to be the worst snitches
For a dollar, a nigga screamin' holla out
Ya secret whereabouts, so they can come and air ya out
And took the throne, down the shoot dead and gone
The struggle goes on, so hold down ya dome
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"Hold It Down" as written by David Williams Matthew Samuels
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