| Yeah, we gotta hold down the fort
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| We gotta hold down the block
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| We gotta hold down the fort
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| We gotta hold down the fort, check it
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| Nineteen-ninety-motherfuckin-three right?
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| What’s YOUR new year’s resolution motherfucker?
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| Check this out
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| We gotta hold down the block
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| Word is bond kid, uhh, aight
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| Beef on the block, who is he?
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| Set it Dunn, me and my automatic likes to get busy
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| Ghetto representer, there ain’t no motherfucker better
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| While you be catchin feelings like a love letter
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| I gotta hold down my fort and won’t lose
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| Nigga die, because I got the tec 9 blues
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| Bulletproof Polo, I’m goin out solo
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| Whoever wanna come better step like they know cuz
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| I’mma survive, more rougher than a certified
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| Around the way, parlay and get high
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| My mega blast’ll last in days to pass
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| Niggas shoot, too fast, to pull out your gun last
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| That’s why I like to spark first, and shoot your
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| Bitch-ass down your next ride’ll be a fuckin hearse
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| Cause little niggas don’t die son
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| Half-step and get that ass lit up like a flare gun
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| Cops they want static, whatever they can have it
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| My name is Prodigy and I’m known to cause havoc
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| And when I flip I be on some ill shit
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| I walk the street, like a real super trooper
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| The block shit proper, who once got had
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| Mad beef with the dread who sold me that dirt bag
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| Mad props to the bad little niggas in the neighborhood
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| Long live the short, gotta hold down the fort
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| Gotta hold down the fort
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| GOTTA HOLD DOWN THE FORT
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| We gotta hold down the fort
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| YOU GOTTA HOLD DOWN THE FORT
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| We gotta hold down the fort
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| YOU GOTTA HOLD DOWN THE FORT
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| So hold me down son (YEAH)
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| Hold me down (YEAH YEAH)
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| Yeah how we go son, pull out the motherfuckin M1
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| Straight from the 'Bridge so you know where I’m from
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| The little, project nigga, I gets no bigga
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| Yo, my crew is buck so motherfuck how you figure
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| Step the fuck back, nigga, attack with the mack
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| Cause word is bond it’s on
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| Shit is real around the way so sit back and take notes
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| Dead you on your coat, then cut your motherfuckin throat
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| Takin life like a thief in the motherfuckin night
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| While I write write, you bite bite bite
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| Niggas wanna step to my business
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| But I just parlay and sip on my Guinness
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| Cause I’m the ripper, Mr. Flip the Scripture
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| Niggas can’t fuck with the flow of a real lil nigga
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| I wreck shop, in fact, get the mac, this is real
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| Shit is real, how the fuck you figure, nigga nil
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| So son hold me down while I pull out the Glock
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| Gotta hold down the block, that’s word to my pops
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| So once again it’s on, light up the chalm
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| Time to drop the bomb, word is bond
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| We gotta hold down the block
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| HOLD DOWN THE BLOCK
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| We gotta hold down the block
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| WE GOTTA HOLD DOWN THE BLOCK
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| Yo son he pumpin over here Dunn?
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| I know he ain’t pumpin over here yo
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| Yo word is bond yo son peep he comin over let’s bring it to him
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| What, what? |
| What what what, what?
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| Who the fuck are you?
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| Man fuck that, what? |
| *automatic spray*
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| HOLD DOWN THE BLOCK
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| Yeah whattup now? |
| What what, what what?
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| Whattup now?
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| HOLD DOWN THE BLOCK
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| To all the niggas that’s live or real
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| You gotta hold down your block, cock back the Glock
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| Fuck the cops, cause your neighborhood chores
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| If they beef, make em bleed on the project floors
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| I get my kicks from loadin up gun clips
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| Don’t fuck with suburb chicks, I need a gangsta bitch
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| Don’t need a crew, I can bust you down solo fast
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| And after that, dip into the weed stash
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| I’m quick to blast, enemies won’t last the fate
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| I kill em fast so they can’t retaliate
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| Cause when I’m not alive who’d takes my place
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| To hold down the fort, we move on
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| My man got my back
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| I’m ready to go at anybody, who think they John Gotti
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| Peace to Manny C, good lookin out B
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| I’m Hellbound, got my block locked down
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| We gotta pull out the Glock
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| GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
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| We gotta pull out the Glock
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| WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
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| We gotta pull out the Glock
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| WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
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| We gotta pull out the Glock
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| WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
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| We gotta pull out the Glock
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| WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
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| We gotta pull out the Glock
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| WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
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| We gotta pull out the Glock
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| WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
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| We gotta pull out the Glock
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| WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
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| Check it, yeah
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| Call that nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Down The Fort, artist - Mobb Deep. Album song Juvenile Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп