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Held Me Down

Real Bad Man, Boldy James
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Where we at? Let's get it On Hill block playin' hot potato In the kitchen tryna re-rock a bagel When it come to bitches, you know I got the stable My project bitch ain't got no cable or no washer-dryer Three, four kids, can't cook a lick but this ho hot as fire My other chick, she got some priors, family from the boonies Love my dirty fruit of the Loomies, I love it when she moon me Ain't talked to Spoony in a minute, know he good money Hood love me, played the hand I was dealt, ain't talkin' gin rummy My income be comin' in seven different ways Type of nigga married to the streets and never been engaged Sawed-off pump or twenty gauge (Run this shit to stage) Magazine hold a fifty clip, don't make me flip the page Been in them shootouts close range, I been in a rage Been afraid to give a bitch my all 'cause I done been betrayed I can recall bein' broke, niggas sendin' shade I microwave that dope on sixty seconds, call it Minute Maid Yeah, I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down Tap dancin' on the work thinkin' feet don't fail me now Drugs on it from Maniquas back to Seven Mile Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile G74, no GD, skellin' blow with DeeDee On the SCB, I popped my first Barbie doll with Gigi Plugged in from Six Mile to Hoover Street to Greeley Bo J really be thuggin' off of Cooper Street with Ree-Ree Deep East in the trenches where police kickin' screens Off the hinges, all the fiends bangin' needles and syringes Down in Pensacola with the Sinaloa Sendin' bricks of yola to Dakota You a silver spoon fed, Ricky Schroder Screamin' free my lil' nigga Geo, he a pure gritter R.I.P. my young nigga Creddy, was a real killer Slide with the Glick through the slums, know they feel bitter Life's a bitch, she must got me sprung 'cause I'm still with her Yeah, I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down Tap dancin' on the work thinkin' feet don't fail me now Drugs on it from Maniquas back to Seven Mile Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down Tap dancin' on the work thinkin' feet don't fail me now Drugs on it from Maniquas back to Seven Mile Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile