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