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"Hold Down The Fort" is a track by Mobb Deep, from the album Juvenile Hell, released 13th April 1993. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro] 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-motherfuckin'-three, right? What's your new year's resolution, motherfucker? So check this out (We gotta hold down the block) Word is bond, kid, uhh, aight (Check it out) [Verse 1: Prodigy] Beef on the block, who is he? Set it, dunn, me and my automatic likes to get busy Ghetto representer, there ain't a motherfucker better While you be catchin' feelings like a love letter I gotta hold down my fort and won't lose Niggas die because I got the TEC-9 blues Bulletproof Polo, I'm goin' out solo Whoever wanna come better step like they know, 'cause I'ma survive, more rougher than a certified Around the way, parlay and get high My mega blast'll last in days to pass Niggas shoot too fast to pull out your gun last That's why I like to spark first and shoot your Bitch-ass down your next ride'll be a fuckin' hearse 'Cause little niggas don't die, son Half-step and get that ass 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 shit I walk the street like a real super trooper The block shit proper, who once got had Mad beef with the dread who sold me that dirt bag Mad props to the bad little niggas in the neighborhood Long live the short, gotta hold down the fort [Chorus] Gotta hold down the fort (Gotta hold down the fort) We gotta hold down the fort (We gotta hold down the fort) We gotta hold down the fort (We gotta hold down the fort) So hold me down, son (Yeah), hold me down (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Havoc] Yeah, how we go son, pull out the motherfuckin' M1 Straight from the 'Bridge so you know where I'm from The little project nigga, I gets no bigga Yo, my crew is buck so motherfuck how you figure Step the fuck back, nigga, attack with the MAC 'Cause word is bond, it's on Shit is real around the way, so sit back and take notes Dead you on your coat, then cut your motherfuckin' throat Takin' life like a thief in the motherfuckin' night While I write-write, you bite-bite-bite Niggas wanna step to my business But I just parlay and sip on my Guinness 'Cause I'm the ripper, Mr. Flip the Scripture Niggas can't fuck with the flow of a real little nigga I wreck shop, in fact, get the MAC, this is real Shit is real, how the fuck you figure? Nigga 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 [Chorus] We gotta hold down the block (Hold down the block) We gotta hold down the block (We gotta hold down the block) [Interlude] Yo, son, he pumpin' over here, son? 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 fuck are you? Man, fuck that, what? Hold down the block Yeah, what up now? What? What? What? What? What up now? Hold down the block [Verse 3: Prodigy] To all the niggas that's live or real You gotta hold down your block, cock back the Glock Fuck the cops 'cause your neighborhood yours If they beef, make 'em bleed on the project floors I get my kicks from loadin' up gun clips Don't fuck with suburb chicks, I need a gangsta bitch 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 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 Hell-bound, got my block locked down [Chorus] 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) [Outro] Check it, yeah So pull it out, nigga
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