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TQ lyrics : "Hold It Down f/ Vandalz"


[TQ - Intro]
KB, Vandalz (yeah yeah yeah)

'Bout mine
Y'all know how we do it
Yeah ('bout mine)

This is for them soldiers (keep it goin')
All day, everyday (yeah yeah yeah)


[TQ]
I've got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to lose

I got my windows seedy, county line's still on
Now what the hell is goin' on?
This ^!$$% been around the world and back

And it's a lesson to be learned in that
A lot of paper to be earned in that
But I still couldn't discern the fact

That the life ain't gotta be like that
So hold it down


1 - [TQ]
(I'ma pop mine)
Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it

(Gonna keep it on)
I ill, I'll be about it
Yes, I feel G about it

(Who could be with me?)
Wouldn't be without it
When I think about it, who gon' be down?

(Who will be down?)

Gotta feel G about it, or you'll see about it

(Don't get no more)
Yes, I feel G about it
Where would I be without it?

(I'm sick of all you haters when I'm comin' 'round)
When I think about holdin' it down
(Gotta hold it down)


[TQ]
Oh, when I was young in my neighborhood

I sold straps cuz the paper's good
(So my (*##$ should understand me ^!$$%)
We let them ends get bigger

It's always somethin' wrong with the picture
That's when it hits ya


Seventeen years old, ain't no need to be rollin'
In a big body Benz that's stolen
All my knuckleheads holla if ya hear me now

The grind is somethin' that you gotta stay real about

I doubt I'd change a thing about my life, except these haters

I'd take 'em baby, two at a time, with lefts and rights
And won't get tired 'til we all ball, causin' a riot
Can't even see no peace and quiet


So I decided misery I'll deal with myself
Ain't no need for me to be involved with nobody else

I'll chase my wealth across these continents
Why these fake motha$#&@as wanna get with this?
(*##$ ^!$$%, be 'bout it


Repeat 1
Repeat 1


[Vandalz]
Now who be lettin' them heads loose, aimin' off the roof

It's the new millennium and I still ain't feelin' 'em
I'm Y2-AK, ready, hands steady
Shame on you ^!$$%s, how we came on you ^!$$%s

Shoulda pulled the heat out and flamed all you ^!$$%s
To the clique I'm dedicated, 'bout, blunted and faded
(*##$ please

Ask a ^!$$%, squeeze the young G
Situation turned drastic, I'm pullin' out plastic

So bring the beat cuz I'm a !@$(
Barely breathing, but leave the body in plastic

Blaze the broccoli on the roof of murderin' street
Psychotic, leave the mic, it's idiotic
Bring ya heat if you 'bout it
Watch 'em inhale butane and spit hot flames


Thug, so I'm stayin' heated
But $#&@ the trouble that it's caused
We part insane, mentally
With a urge to splurge a piece of my poison
To innocent citizens

Violent millitants, check the currency on my pistol for them
Decided we out

Repeat 1 to fade

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