Hold My Ground

[Verse One: L.E.G.A.C.Y.] Check the inventory Life wild, filled with sick stories Marv Albert bitch biter, on the road to hitch hiker My thumb out on niggas The Top Gun spitter I'ma bang it out till I'm done with y'all niggas The Danger Mouse and I'm running with scissors A clutch and an axe other side I broke through Chuckie is back I'm busting the dope moves Fresh, get shit off my chest like bench press Illest of writers, it's evident in the book If God and Satan did a song, I would do the hook The middle man How I Could Just Kill A Man I'm numb as fuck, I just don't feel 'em And they don't cut the mustard, matter fact fuck boys Grams of the verse add the dope to the sound Put my hands in the dirt so I can hold my ground (Put my hands in the dirt so I can hold my ground) [Hook: L.E.G.A.C.Y.] {x2} You can push all you want I'mma hold my ground You can move all you want I'mma hold my ground In God trusting, understand I'm not budging I felt you should know, hell no, we won't go [Verse Two: Joe Scudda] '05 been rough on me Ain't had shit, but want it all and it ain't enough for me Ol' wifey done split on me Ol' fam done shit on me I brush myself off, ain't nothing you can stick on me I can take a punch Get criticized for this but I can take a bunch On the edge Should I take a jump or take a dive Or go out busting like I ain't the guy you take alive Guns blazing Back to the wall I will not slip up, stumble or fall Never ducked a fight or ran from a brawl It hurt me to see my man land on the floor So I picked him up, we will stand here forever Feet planted firm, we will stand through whatever Blood, sweat and tears, thought of failure, never Put your fist up we gon' bang them together [Hook] [Verse Three: Chaundon] I ain't going nowhere, get used to me Old MC's be like, "Damn, that's what I used to be." I was born in the Boogie, son I hold mine down Niggas claim they royalty, rocking Burger King crowns I'm young and ambitious, I'mma see those ends I know it's lonely at the top, I don't need no friends It's fucked up right? But Jesus got stoned and crossed So I'm forced to be strong and stand alone in New York I refuse to be moved by you obsolete dudes Hold my spot down rocking concrete shoes It's nothing, my place in this game is inevitable Motion picture shit, each frame is incredible But I ain't acting or taking home Oscars I run through rosters, exposing all imposters My flow is starvation, recognize the sound With my hands in the dirt son, I'm holding my ground [Hook]