Cnote - Hold it Down Pt. 2 lyrics

Come on T, let's ride.. [Hook: Big T - 2x] Hold it down, hold it down We still hold it down The South, still hold it dooown [C-Note] I still hold the sh** down, till you come back home As soon as you touch down, you'll be strapped with the chrome Then it's back to the zone, tell them haters it's on And if them boys wanna plex, put a strap to they dome I'ma ride for my n***as, get high with my n***as If n***as wanna die, then I'll fly with my n***as I'm still holding sh** down, for Screwdoo And I'm still holding sh** down, for Pat too And Gator, was my little f**ing brother Know I love him like no other, and there'll never be another And this song in the streets, be number one Better move b**h, look out here we come And I represent the South, and everytime that I talk Diamonds blinging in my mouth, diamonds blinging in my mouth And I'm riding on Jordans, when I'm through the town C-Note and Big T, we still hold it down [Hook - 2x] [H.A.W.K.] The South, we still hold it down Control the town, with white, tan, yellow or brown The best around, man we'll shut sh** town Lyrically clown, and now y'all trying to steal our sound The king's in crown, at home but we're here to stay Better do what Luda say, and get the f** out our way I miss Pat and K, and for them I pray And I still hold it down, for D.E.A H-A-dub-K, I have a lot to say With no delay, I'ma represent where I stay Raised in the Tre, then moved to MLK I'm a Dead End n***a, till I'm old and grey n***a Southside, South-Sa-Southside Where some real n***as die, and some real n***as cry Real n***as survive, and keep hope alive And we gon strive, for the rest of our lives [Hook - 2x] [Lil' Keke] H-O-L-D, I-N-G Holding it down Southside, smoking a pound Controlling it now, yeah we got the key to the city Burning up corners, until them FED's come get me F-A-T P-A-T, S.U.C R.I.P., from Lil' Keke Give it to me, got to get it nothing but love C-Note and Cloverland, and that H-A-dub Rolling it up ready to ride, do it with pride This for my thug soldiers, and my n***as that died Keeping it live keeping it co*ked, turning the block Holding the spot, this for my G's on lock Fire up the do', po' up the drank and think How to take seven figgas, when I walk in the bank This one off the chain, n***as shook when they look At some Dirty 3rd gangstas, T singing the hook [Hook - 2x]