you a bad snake Smash bake, eight stab holes in your shoulder blades You wilding on the stretcher and shit, bitch tryna hold your legs Nah don't hold
inner thoughts 'cause I heard God listened once sin is taught Beginners walk through my hood and I show you my struggle Then we walk through your hood and
Approachin' you with shriller rhetoric, as if you had a sac Now crews down for it, your gas pedal floor it With ammo and artillery and stash spots to keep and
hold me down, Cooter Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then
sayin is true Now would I lie to you, about my life and what I been through Tell me have you ever lost a best friend, to drugs and gats Had to tell his
shit telling stories that are not true Let's get it on, like a possom you try and cover your tracks 'cause you'll be a rat like Donny Brosco Now and then
That's unlikely Better hose it down 'cause I holds that crown And I never player hate because I hold my ground They call me papi from San Diego to Puerto Rico And
they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now Take that stand, realize the truth Knowledge intellect bringin' minds anew There's no way they can hold
And I know it sound crazy I want a gangsta bitch to have my baby And pack a 380 And ride calm by the po-pos with dope in the Mercedes And known to be a lady And
projects every first and fifthteenth And if you ain't from the hood, then you might get tripled teamed [Chorus 2X: Master P] [C-Murder] Down
of a favorite baptist him its over now cant hold a child mold a child scold a child or own a child a soldier now baby hold your tears become a teacher
Yes sir, and those who died by the gun, and now they dead and gone, im doin this one for the deaf, the crippled, and blind, For those who went strong, and
Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then
then you buying me stuff Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me And those nigga's you stuck, they throwing dollars at me But you know this gaming, and
and you Only me and you Who else gon' put it on me like the RULE God only looks after children and foo's And you not so who gon' look after you It's RULE
s all in it Then I'm satisfied til' you come back to me Holdin stack and jewels V-i-t-a and my nigga J-a RULE baby [Chorus:] [Ashanti:] I'm gonna be
for awhile When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues And take my shoes, and try to walk
feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah Hold my nuts and make my cash Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap You get