Hold Me Down Lyrics - Singles - Bad Boy's Da Band

Yeah, Brooklyn, New York, stay focused 

It's ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady 

Diddy, I see you, baby 

Y'all niggaz done met ya match 

I'm somethin' 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 it's 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 niggaz 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 

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 it's Freddy P 

Te 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 40's and my dirty flows 

Everyday's 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 

'Cause you ain't a dude alive that couldn't carry their Coke 

So it must be them freakin' po po's I hope they better pray 

They don't run up wrong or your momma gonna be singin that song 

What you say Freddy P ya heard me, it's 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 I'ma 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 cant 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 guerrilla making millionaire figures 

Chopper City 'bout to dis ya, I can paint you a picture 

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 

It's real, it's about to go down like this ay yo 

Puffin' on sour deezy's 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 

Okay 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 

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, [Incomprehensible] 

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 it's time fa ya bashee 

Ask dem ya gonna see da band is me family 

If ya disrespect ya fi never feel mornin'