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mobb deep – hold down the fort lyrics

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yeah, we gotta hold down the fort
we gotta hold down the block
we gotta hold down the fort
we gotta hold down the fort, check it

nineteen-ninety motherf-ckin’ three, right?
what’s your new year’s resolution motherf-cker?
check this out, we gotta hold down the block
word is bond kid, uh, aight

beef on the block, who is he?
set it dunn, me and my automatic likes to get busy
ghetto representer, there ain’t no motherf-cker better
while you be catchin’ feelings like a love letter

i gotta hold down my fort and won’t lose
n-gg- die because i got the tec 9 blues
bulletproof polo, i’m goin’ out solo
whoever wanna come better step like they know

‘cuz i’ma survive, more rougher than a certified
around the way, parlay and get high
my mega blast will last in days to p-ss
n-gg-z shoot, too fast, to pull out your gun last

that’s why i like to spark first and shoot your
b-tch -ss down your next ride will be a f-ckin’ he-rs-
’cause little n-gg-z don’t die son
half step and get that -ss lit up like a flare gun

cops they want static, whatever they can have it
my name is prodigy and i’m known to cause havoc
and when i flip i be on some ill sh-t
i walk the street, like a real super trooper

the block sh-t proper, who once got had
mad beef with the dread who sold me that dirt bag
mad props to the bad little n-gg-z in the neighborhood
long live the short, gotta hold down the fort

gotta hold down the fort
gotta hold down the fort
we gotta hold down the fort
you gotta hold down the fort
we gotta hold down the fort
you gotta hold down the fort
so hold me down son, hold me down
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

yeah, how we go son, pull out the motherf-ckin’ m1
straight from the ‘bridge so you know where i’m from
the little, project n-gg-, i gets no bigga
yo, my crew is buck so mother f-ck how you figure

step the f-ck back, n-gg-, attack with the mack
’cause word is bond it’s on
sh-t is real around the way so sit back and take notes
dead you on your coat, then cut your motherf-ckin’ throat

takin’ life like a thief in the motherf-ckin’ night
while i write write, you bite bite bite
n-gg-z wanna step to my business
but i just parlay and sip on my guinness

’cause i’m the ripper, mr. flip the scripture
n-gg-z can’t f-ck with the flow of a real lil n-gg-
i wreck shop, in fact, get the mac, this is real
sh-t is real, how the f-ck you figure, n-gg- nil

so son hold me down while i pull out the glock
gotta hold down the block, that’s word to my pops
so once again it’s on, light up the charm
time to drop the bomb, word is bond

we gotta hold down the block
hold down the block
we gotta hold down the block
we gotta hold down the block

yo son he pumpin’ over here dunn?
i know he ain’t pumpin’ over here yo
yo, word is bond yo son peep
he comin’ over let’s bring it to him

what, what? what what what, what?
who the f-ck are you?
man f-ck that, what?

hold down the block
yeah what up now?
what what, what what?
what up now?
hold down the block

to all the n-gg-z that’s live or real
you gotta hold down your block, c-ck back the glock
f-ck the cops, ’cause your neighborhood ch-r-s
if they beef, make ’em bleed on the project floors

i get my kicks from loadin’ up gun clips
don’t f-ck with suburb chicks, i need a gangsta b-tch
don’t need a crew, i can bust you down solo fast
and after that, dip into the weed stash

i’m quick to blast, enemies won’t last the fate
i kill ’em fast so they can’t retaliate
’cause when i’m not alive who’d takes my place
to hold down the fort, we move on

my man got my back
i’m ready to go at anybody, who think they john gotti
peace to manny c, good lookin’ out b
i’m h-ll bound, got my block locked down

we gotta pull out the glock
gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock

we gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock

we gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock
we gotta pull out the glock
check it, yeah, call that n-gg-

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