Hold Me Down

[Babs] Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady Diddy I see you baby Y'all niggas done met ya match I'm somthin like a pimp you bust I bust back I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey My stomach stay flat baby mothers don't like me, huh Chicks this heated then I give 'em my ice see I'm the knockout queen y'all hoes don't wanna fight me Sexy, brown skin complexion Concealed in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah I don't pay for nothin at all I even get free dutches at the corner store Shot caller dudes stop as soon as I speak Babs Bunny the black jet queen of the week huh I'm fire just what the thugs desire Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah When I walk down the streets niggas squeak their tires Got every club promoter passin me flyers I'm in there V.I.P. a sure night With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight I'm ready for some action hands in the air Crystal over here in the club no beer Stuntin bad girl I do it for nothin Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button Babs repeat it I'm something that the rap game needed Thorough bread plus I stay weeded [Fred] All I need from you, is your word that when I come to the stai You gon hold me down Cause when you come to M.I I'm gon hold you down You know its Freddy p the hit man of the band Y'all know how I'm doing it now, shit I'm in and out them magazines back to the TV shows Attendin business meetings with a 40s and my dirty flows Everydays an episode all because them episodes Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows Everyday like valentine How I keep it rollin Never made a dime from rap.....yet I thank them people no my people don't believe it though Someone has been leavin those words sayin cold You think I don't know you serving coke Cuz you ain't a dude alive that couldn't carry their coke So it must be them freakin po pos I hope They better pray they don't run up wrong Or your momma gonna be singin that song [Chopper] What you say Freddy P ya heard me Its Lord Chopper City ya heard me Your little brother ya heard me I representin the band ya dig to the death New Orleans the third ward magnolia Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like what's hap nigga I crush bones and ain't a mothafuckin fat nigga You know what type of shit I'm on I let the Mack hit ya You can't box my squad, our left jabs quicka Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us All my sistas I promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya You know what I'm sayin, we see them ninjas Hoppin off of them Ducatis choppin you down like timber You can try to stop me, I will injure Shit my killer instincts like cinder I'm a bad boy guerilla making millionaire figures Chopper City bout to dis ya I can paint you a picture [Ness] Hey yo Chopper man I dig you like the fuckin shovel man Its E Ness the enforcer from the band man We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog Its real its about to go down like this ay yo Puffin on sour deezys you know it ain't illegal And I never been to Iraq but packin desert eagles I mean Call me a liar but the fires back Bad boy empire is where the fires at I got the Sean John truck with the tires to match The whole hood on fire the wires tapped Ok this part of the deal Bounty huntas all on my heels Lookin for me huh somewhere in the Ville I takes planes trains, automobiles, boats Overseas passport to brazil Survival of the fittest Nigga I talk it I live it Gotta crawl before you walk Any nigga can get it [Dylan] All dance For the family ya know Elliott ness, me I hold it down til dead Before dishonor trust what me tell ya Dylan Dillinger Join the family all West Indian, I for Lemme see some lighters now Call you Ya me, me in a band which is poor in need Ya must see, man a don, nah me no blood clot be She see me, shot ya eye out You no see, see, see, see Little more me have to wild out With set she see, see She check all of me guns She plottin theify theify Me have a half a pint fa your An Eagle eye if she need it Check the people like some mortars are Rule the people with me gun Like Moses rule 'em rod Bumba clot enough ta move ya And them Ouija Man I righteous hearted I go shot up police Pull the burn out me trunky Pistol pack the fassey Shots every area Foes will no like me why Them new Jordan and new Nike My Glocks come out when its time fa ya bashee Ask dem ya gonna see da band is me family If ya disrespect ya fi never feel morning