Lyrics Can't Hold Us Down - Lost Boyz
[Mr.
Cheeks]
You
know
the
life
situations,
hard
times
of
deep
conversations
Beef
in
the
streets,
eliminations
Shit
gets
iller,
it′s
mad
bullshit
us
niggas
go
through
They
hate
us,
being
broke
and
gettin
dough
too
Well
let
me
show
you,
niggas
how
I
feel
when
I'm
singin
Ya
niggas
be
constantly
O.D.′ing
You
can't
show
them
crackers
love,
yo
they
love
to
take
advantage
Keep
actin
like
ya
black
watch
where
ya
land
bitch
A
word
from
the
wise,
you
know
us
The
late
street
slummers
We
creep
on
you
with
rentals,
no
hummers
We
celebrate
the
summers,
burn
trees
sit
up
on
the
bench
Against
the
fench,
watchin
tournaments
These
niggas
know
the
scene,
niggas
roll
dice
for
the
green
Bitches
the
more
ice
the
mean
Keep
the
cars
shining,
these
love
the
creep
thru
the
actional
And
that
the
hood
the
fuckin
main
attraction
The
hot
bitches
and
niggas
ayo
we
all
make
it
happen
Sword
sellin
drugs
are
workin
hard,
we
all
rappin
Hope
you
recognize
the
realism,
that
I'm
spittin
Not
the
hardest
rap
artist,
but
I′m
hittin
Put
the
Gennus
to
my
lip
take
a
sip
of
it
Light
my
L,
write
my
rhyme
watch
how
I
flip
the
shit
Ayo
ya
niggas
ya
be
counterfeit,
so
tone
it
down
a
bit
A
move
along
with
you
bullshit
Chorus:
Lost
Boyz
& Mel
You
can′t
hold
us
down,
You
can't
hold
us
down
You
can′t
hold
us
down,
You
can't
fuck
around
[Mr.
Cheeks]
I
creep
the
streets
with
my
sounds
blastin
from
the
get
up
Lay
back
confortable,
why
the
fuck
sit
up
Rims
shining,
ordinary
guy,
makin
cheddar
Life
for
me
and
wifey
and
for
the
kid
it′s
more
better
Better
school
and
yo
niggas
makin
better
more
Like
some
old
addition
listen
kid,
cheddar
roots
Kid
you
feelin
me,
these
rap
niggas
killin
me
Shit
my
team
thru
police
they
be
drillin
me
Niggas
thrillin
me,
I
shine
like
the
diamond
For
real
a
fuckin
wit
you
money
kid
I'm
only
rhymin
But
if
you
wanna
get
it
on,
yo
we
can
do
it
Any
business
that′s
mine
yo
I'm
steppin
to
it
Livin
life
with
no
fear
My
teams
got
my
back
and
my
rear
Niggas
if
you
want
me,
I'm
right
here
Talkin
out
ya
mouth,
runnin
out
with
gems
and
cant
win
These
DJ′s
makin
tapes
and
can′t
spin
These
rap
niggas,
makin
money
but
they
really
trash
Niggas
frontin
like
they
want
Parelli
ass
Aiyo
I
pass,
I'd
rather
listen
to
some
R&B
Some
hot
shit
maybe
starrin
me
Chorus
2X
[Mr.
Cheeks]
It
seems
that
my
minds
playin
games
on
me
Police
stay
harass
try
to
throw
the
chains
on
me
And
try
to
warn
me
once
I
got
up
inside
the
game
Niggas
told
me
that
shit
would
never
be
the
same
Niggas
chains
what
money
comes
around
the
set
Niggas
told
me
though
so
a
nigga
wont
forget
Where
I
came
from,
you
know
the
fuckin
scoop
Police
hate
to
see
us
cats
when
we
on
the
stoop
Know
the
best,
are
whips
caught
sword
in
the
chest
Knowin
that
we
enter
murder,
money
and
the
sex
Drugs,
fuck
with
honeys
who
be
hustlin
for
cheddar
They
only
out
to
make
it
better
Startin
where
it
comes
from
We
used
to
sell
those
drums
too
We
represent
the
slums
boo
How
we
do
basically
no
doubt,
LB
Fam
IV
Life,
yo
we
out
Chorus
2X
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