Holdin' It Down

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    Dem Fi Know
    Yea! It's ya boy, Ikay
    Lifestyle
    Let's do this niggaz
    I'm holdin’ it down
    The kid on the street hustling all alone
    Kingston, I'm holdin’ it down
    All I see is my shadow, no one else around
    Brooklyn, I'm holdin’ it down

    Need a place I can go, I can mend my heart
    Need somebody to hold me down, knows what's happening in my thoughts
    Dear lord please shine a light on the path that I walk
    All my life is just pain, I'm thinking thug life is my destiny
    So I got four heartless killas next to me
    I'm stressed out, I can't breathe, pass da weed, high as a motherfucker
    Cause this life stresses me
    Your life's been great, wish I could trade places
    These niggaz are fakes, can't trust em strange faces
    I know my girl got my back
    She always there for da kid and I love her for that
    She knows my dream, fuck da money, just wanna do rap
    Cause it's my first love, first thing ever loved me back
    When I rhyme I rap about my life
    When I'm stressed, I just sit and write
    All I need in this life is a pen, a paper, a beat and a mic
    Don't give a damn about da money
    Every hustle I make, I do it for my homies
    I ain't no sucka for love, I rather die lonely
    Funny how a piece of paper can change the world
    Power of money, look at the things I observed
    That piece of paper can cop you a new Tims, cop you a new house, cop you a new Benz
    All of that comes with new friends
    And I can't take it, my heart is aching
    A change gotta come and I'm tired of waiting

    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm living like I'm dying
    So many thoughts in my mind, seems like I can't make it, still I'm trying
    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm hustling on da street so my niggaz can eat
    God damn I'm feeling weak
    Still I'm hustling till I'm forever asleep
    I'm holdin’ it down

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    No hugs for this thug
    I'm soaked up, soaked in mud
    All I see is fake love
    Lifestyle for life
    If my niggaz alright
    Then I'm all nice
    Though when my dreams disappear from me
    You never there for me
    Still I got love though I'm not sure if you care for me
    All my life loneliness been my company
    Still I'm keeping it thuggin’ till death come for me
    Unconditional love, I didn't get none of that
    Still I love my niggaz no matter what
    All those disloyalties
    It ain't right to have my own nigga snitch at me
    You lucky I got a good mind
    I ain't selfish, let's talk bout da good times
    When we used to share a meal
    Listen some Pac, kick back and chill
    Pac music was a blessing for real
    The nigga got heart, the nigga got skills
    Life goes on
    For my nigga Terry in heaven, hold on
    Though it's been so long
    I miss you nigga, though I been so strong

    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm living like I'm dying
    So many thoughts in my mind, seems like I can't make it, still I'm trying
    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm hustling on da street so my niggaz can eat
    God damn I'm feeling weak
    Still I'm hustling till I'm forever asleep
    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm living like I'm dying
    So many thoughts in my mind, seems like I can't make it, still I'm trying
    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm hustling on da street so my niggaz can eat
    God damn I'm feeling weak
    Still I'm hustling till I'm forever asleep
    I'm holdin’ it down

    I don't like fake nor phonies
    I pour out liquors bout my sleeping homies
    Brothers gone before me
    I gotta keep da faith, they in a better place
    And I know someday I'm gon see their face
    Don't worry Terry, everything's gon be okay
    Craig! If I die I watch over you like every day
    I got ya back in every way
    I swear on every blood that I bleed
    Ms. Turner, holla at me if there's anything you need
    I got ya back like that
    I'll be by your side like a belt buckle strap
    If I'm gone for a second I'll be right back
    If I make it, you make it
    Baby girl what we have is sacred
    I ain't got a lot of friends
    Cause half these niggaz ain't got a lot of sense
    I don't smile around these punks, cause when you on top, to make you flop, they try all kind of stunts
    They wanna know which crew I represent
    They hate my lifestyle cause I roll high like da president
    Rapping is heaven sent
    If it wasn't for rap, I don't know where I'd be
    Maybe alone in da streets cause I know for a fact nobody loves me

    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm living like I'm dying
    So many thoughts in my mind, seems like I can't make it, still I'm trying
    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm hustling on da street so my niggaz can eat
    God damn I'm feeling weak
    Still I'm hustling till I'm forever asleep
    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm living like I'm dying
    So many thoughts in my mind, seems like I can't make it, still I'm trying
    I'm holdin’ it down
    I'm hustling on da street so my niggaz can eat
    God damn I'm feeling weak
    Still I'm hustling till I'm forever asleep
    I'm holdin’ it down

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    Composición: R. Mitchell

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