Album Name : Speaking In Tongues
Release Date : 2005-09-27
Song Duration : 3:12
Bizzy Bone Hold Me Down
(feat. Bambino)
(Intro: Bizzy)
(C'mon baby) Yeah, heh
You niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down (soldiers)
We're not f..ckin around, f..ckin around, f..ckin round
You niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down (I'm baaaack)
We're not f..ckin around, f..ckin around, f..ckin round
You niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down
We're not f..ckin around, f..ckin around, f..ckin round
(You better tell 'em who the f..ck I am)
You niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down
(You better tell 'em who the f..ck I am)
We're not f..ckin around
(Bizzy Bone:)
You better tell 'em who the f..ck I am, they see me comin around
I let 'em know we ain't f..ckin around
I guess it's the mysterious
I read up on the scriptures of the end of the time, ready to die
With a serious sigh, it's a conspiracy
I'm feelin the vibe, 7th Sign niggaz feelin my tribe
Cause it's the king, are you bitch-ified?
I better feed him with a spoon cause he's mystified
I heard him comin in the room from the other side
You wanna roll up on me slowly chop him down to my size
So have to try to the trinity - I think I'm on another f..ckin planet
Got me rappin, I'm at NASA, I'm infinity
I'm focused on my mini-me - I better embrace the gifted
I got these washed-up rappers straight feelin me (yeah)
I really wanna be happy but this poverty is killin me
BAM! Let me tell them who the f..ck I am
(Chorus x2: Bambino)
Can't you see that it's meant to be?
You can, hate on me but you still can't, hold me down
Can't you see that we makin moves?
Got the grip and the groove and you know we don't, f..ck around
(Bambino:)
Bam was no one-hit wonder that gon' be gone by next summer
I'm gon' - stay at the top cause I done came from down under
See I'll - never forget the rats and roaches and pissy mattresses
And as - many days I had nothin to eat but saltine crackers
Shit I - thank God for Section 8, place to eat shit on hot plates
Cause it – sure made a cold beef bologna taste like hot steaks nigga
This ain't no joke, this ain't no fairytale, this real life
What you know about a clip in the window with no heat, feel like
I - come from the slums where the bums is like the role models
Sleep in the streets, beggin for change, clutchin a cold bottle
Shit, niggaz f..ck with death like it was thick bitch, with a fat ass
So you really ain't shit in the hood unless you got a (? ) and you got cash
Don't you think you need to get this shit
Cause niggaz in the hood respect the troop
I state it together and get the proof
And I go to the lab and I wreck the booth
Ain't no way you can stop the fire, runnin to you like a pump and a shot
Raising the bar with a (? ) in the sky, from ghetto to ghetto you know that I
(Chorus)
(Bambino (Bizzy):)
Don't f..ck around, huh, yeah (you niggaz can't hold me down)
Don't f..ck around (hold me down, hold me dowwwwn)
Uh (we're not f..ckin around, f..ckin around, f..ckin around)
(Chorus)
(Bambino:)
Don't f..ck around