Bad Boy's Da Band - Hold Me Down lyrics

[Babs]

Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused

Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady

Diddy I see you baby

Y'all niggaz 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 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

[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 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 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!!