| I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
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| I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
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| I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
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| I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
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| Yeah, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin'
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| Salivating at the mouth, South to East Orange
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| Keep pourin' that liquor, but nigga don’t sleep on it
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| You’ll be giving up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it
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| For legal fees in the penal dorm
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| Screamin' on the horn with 'bout 30 years on your conscience
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| I’m watchin' brothers disappear, it’s appallin'
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| Some dudes had just only a year of ballin'
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| Counter-intelligence found a strange evidence
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| (When the block is hot)
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| Still we behind the wheel with heat on us, hangin' with predicates
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| Position we placed in caves in, so they got us caged in
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| Waves spinnin' like Mike Bivens from New Edition agin'
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| (I gotta… when the block is hot)
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| I got families I’m feedin', 'cause my mans is bleedin'
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| Every five seconds look in all directions
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| I come through prepared, I give 'em a call
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| «I'm close, bring them guns downstairs»
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| I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
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| I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
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| I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot (hold it down)
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| I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
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| Uh, uh, it’s beef week, Monday, murder
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| Two niggas dead, Tuesday
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| Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day
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| Friday, somebody-gotta-die day
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| Saturday, put the gat away
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| Chillin' with your chick and a bag of haze
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| Wonderin' how it’s all gon' end and what type of way
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| 'Cause Sunday back to gunplay
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| Most shit start over nothin'
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| And get finished quick ‘cause the art of repercussion
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| Yeah, I seen it, a G going out indecent (when the block is hot)
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| Takin' a plea agreement, thinkin' he secret
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| Escape the crime scene, now you live straight like 9:15
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| Then one-time intervene (I gotta hold…)
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| My man ain’t like me sayin' I don’t care if I die
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| But the SIG Sauer on me now I’m scared to die
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| You thinkin' the one I send to clap you be a shorty
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| But he old school, holdin' a .38, he in his 40s
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| I gotta hold down the block when the block is hot
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| I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
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| I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot (yeah, word to mother)
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| I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation (yeah)
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| (I gotta…) Anytime brothers can’t get jobs, then they rob
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| A man rather die than live on his knees and starve
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| Cops steady askin' your man what happened
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| First he tell, then he stop, like he not really rattin'
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| Guess he not really in that casket from a sawed-off
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| (When the block is hot)
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| Listen, peep game from the brain of an all-star
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| The rain hurt niggas' bones who been shot
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| Metal pins in their leg, they walk with a limp-hop
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| The streets lie (when the block is hot), so you better be cautious
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| Your man’ll fry you plus everybody talkin'
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| A vet, a General, don’t step where I walked in
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| Make your own path, be a legend in your skin
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| (Hold down the block, when the block is hot)
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| Make your own cash, don’t stress what I’m flossin'
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| Don’t expect more when you put in less work than all them
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| Queensbridge projects has taught him
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| And that’s for life, you heard me right, I got the block
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| When the block is hot, when the block is hot
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| I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
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| I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
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| I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
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| I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
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| I gotta use my imagination to change the situation |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold Down The Block , by - Nas. Song from the album Hip Hop Is Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп