Yeah, we gotta down the fort We gotta hold the block We gotta down the fort We gotta down the fort, check it
motherfuckin' three, right? What's your new year's resolution Check this out, we gotta down the block Word is bond kid, uh,
on the block, who is he? Set it Dunn, me and my likes to get busy Ghetto representer, there ain't no better While you be feelings like a love letter
I gotta down my fort and won't lose die because I got the tec 9 blues Bulletproof polo, I'm goin' out Whoever wanna come better step like know
'Cuz survive, more rougher than a certified the way, parlay and get high My mega blast will last in to pass shoot, too fast, to pull out your gun last
That's why I like to spark first and shoot Bitch ass down next ride will be a fuckin' hearse 'Cause little niggaz die son Half step and get ass lit up like a flare gun
they want static, whatever they can have it My name is and I'm known to cause havoc And when I flip I be on some ill I walk the street, like a super trooper
The block shit proper, who got had Mad beef with the dread who me that dirt bag Mad to the bad little niggaz in the neighborhood Long the short, gotta hold down the fort
Gotta down the fort hold down the fort We hold down the fort You gotta hold down the We gotta hold the fort You gotta down the fort So hold me son, hold me down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, how we go son, out the motherfuckin' M1 from the 'bridge so you know where I'm from The little, nigga, I gets no bigga Yo, my crew is so mother fuck how you figure
the fuck back, nigga, attack with the mack 'Cause is bond it's on Shit is real around the way so sit and take notes you on your coat, then cut your motherfuckin' throat
Takin' life like a in the motherfuckin' night I write write, you bite bite bite Niggaz step to my business But I parlay and sip on my Guinness
'Cause I'm the ripper, Mr. the scripture Niggaz can't fuck with the flow of a lil nigga I shop, in fact, get the mac, this is real Shit is real, how the fuck you figure, nil
So son hold me while I pull out the glock hold down the block, that's word to my pops So once it's on, light up the charm Time to drop the bomb, word is
We hold down the block Hold the block We gotta hold the block We gotta hold the block
Yo son he pumpin' here Dunn? I know he pumpin' over here yo Yo, is bond yo son peep He comin' let's bring it to him
What, what? What what, what? Who the are you? Man fuck that,
down the block Yeah what up What what, what What up Hold down the
To all the niggaz that's or real You gotta hold down your block, back the glock the cops, 'cause your neighborhood chores If they beef, make 'em bleed on the floors
I get my kicks loadin' up gun clips Don't fuck with suburb chicks, I need a bitch Don't need a crew, I can you down solo fast And after that, dip into the stash
I'm quick to blast, enemies won't the fate I 'em fast so they can't retaliate 'Cause when I'm not alive who'd takes my To hold down the fort, we on
My man got my I'm ready to go at anybody, who think they Gotti to Manny C, good lookin' out B I'm hell bound, got my locked down
We pull out the glock Gotta out the glock We gotta out the glock We gotta pull out the We pull out the glock We pull out the glock
We gotta out the glock We pull out the glock We gotta out the glock We pull out the glock We gotta pull out the We pull out the glock
We pull out the glock We gotta out the glock We gotta pull out the We gotta out the glock Check it, yeah, that nigga