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[Intro: Bizzy](C'mon baby) |
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Yeah, hehYou niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down (soldiers) |
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We're not fuckin around, fuckin around, fuckin round |
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You niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down (I'm baaaack) |
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We're not fuckin around, fuckin around, fuckin round |
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You niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down |
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We're not fuckin around, fuckin around, fuckin round(You better tell 'em who the fuck I am) |
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You niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down(You better tell 'em who the fuck I am) |
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We're not fuckin around[Bizzy Bone] |
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You better tell 'em who the fuck |
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I am, they see me comin around |
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I let 'em know we ain't fuckin around |
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I guess it's the mysterious |
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I read up on the scriptures of the end of the time, ready to die |
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With a serious sigh, it's a conspiracy |
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I'm feelin the vibe, 7th |
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Sign niggaz feelin my tribe |
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Cause it's the king, are you bitch-ified? |
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I better feed him with a spoon cause he's mystified |
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I heard him comin in the room from the other side |
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You wanna roll up on me slowly chop him down to my size |
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So have to try to the trinity - |
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I think I'm on another fuckin planet |
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Got me rappin, |
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I'm at NAS |
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A, I'm infinity |
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I'm focused on my mini-me - |
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I better embrace the gifted |
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I got these washed-up rappers straight feelin me (yeah) |
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I really wanna be happy but this poverty is killin me |
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BAM! Let me tell them who the fuck |
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I am[Chorus 2X: Bambino] |
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Can't you see that it's meant to be? |
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You can, hate on me but you still can't, hold me down |
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Can't you see that we makin moves? |
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Got the grip and the groove and you know we don't, fuck around[Bambino] |
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Bam was no one-hit wonder that gon' be gone by next summer |
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I'm gon' - stay at the top cause |
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I done came from down under |
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See I'll - never forget the rats and roaches and pissy mattresses |
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And as - many days |
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I had nothin to eat but saltine crackers |
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Shit I - thank |
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God for Section 8, place to eat shit on hot plates |
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Cause it - sure made a cold beef bologna taste like hot steaks nigga |
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This ain't no joke, this ain't no fairytale, this real life |
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What you know about a clip in the window with no heat, feel like |
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I - come from the slums where the bums is like the role models |
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Sleep in the streets, beggin for change, clutchin a cold bottle |
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Shit, niggaz fuck with death like it was thick bitch, with a fat ass |
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So you really ain't shit in the hood unless you got a {?} and you got cash |
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Don't you think you need to get this shitcause niggaz in the hood respect the troop |
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I state it together and get the proofand |
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I go to the lab and |
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I wreck the booth |
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Ain't no way you can stop the fire, runnin to you like a pump and a shot |
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Raising the bar with a {?} in the sky, from ghetto to ghetto you know that |
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I[Chorus][Bambino (Bizzy)] |
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Don't fuck around, huh, yeah (you niggaz can't hold me down) |
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Don't fuck around (hold me down, hold me dowwwwn) |
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Uh (we're not fuckin around, fuckin around, fuckin around)[Chorus][Bambino] |
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Don't fuck around |
