paroles de chanson Hold Ya Tongue - MO3
Hold
ya
tongue
Cuz
you
might
say
something
I
might
not
like
(Uhmm)
And
if
you
do
Then
you
just
might
lose
your
life
tonight
(Don't
say
nothing
nigga)
My
big
brother
told
me
Never
let
a
nigga
fuck
me
(fuck
me)
And
if
I
don't
He'll
never
let
a
nigga
touch
me
(touch
me)
Don't
say
nothing
If
you
really
ain't
about
no
answer
(Hold
ya
tongue
nigga)
Cuz
where
I'm
from
We
be
bout
it
Them
domes
be
smashin'
(Domes
be
smashin')
I'm
from
West
Dallas
Say
bra
I'm
gon'
holla
that
(I'm
gon
holla
that)
Lil'
brotha
Lucci
and
Mr.
Pookie
They
got
my
back
(Look
they
got
my
back)
Ooh
Wee
You
betta
learn
who
you
fuckin'
wit
(what
nigga)
Say
bra
You
betta
hop
off
in
some
gangsta
shit
(Lay
it
down)
I'm
talkin'
bout
Ski-maskes
(They
don't
want
none)
And
hollow
tips
(They
don't
want
none)
4-4's,
(Know
ya
role
nigga)
Choppaz
wit
extended
clips
Whoa
now
I
don't
think
you
want
to
fuck
wit
that
This
ain't
no
movie
Once
you
get
killed
ain't
no
comin'
back
(This
ain't
no
movie)
So
if
you
ever
get
tha
nerves
to
disrespect
(Any
ya'll)
Disrespect
tha
Chiefa
remember
ya
disrespectin'
the
West
2X
(Big
Chiefa)
You
niggaz
bet
not
come
half
steppin'
Cuz
we
got
somethin'
that'll
split
cha
And
watch
them
hollow
points
eat
cha
up
Nigga
What
You
can't
touch
me
So
I
advise
you
niggaz
Don't
try
to
fuck
me
(Mr.
Pookie)
Now,
I'm
gon'
tell
you
like
this
Betta
be
mo
careful
who
you
roll
wit
Cuz
I
got
crook
niggaz
You
think
you
know
schemin'
up
on
yo
shit
Talkin'
all
that
hoe
lip
I
won't
be
leanin'
when
I
confiscate
Hit
ya
place
Wit
a
bunch
of
Crook
niggaz
while
flashin'
nickel
plates
I
see
you
niggaz
half
steppin'
Plottin'
schemin'
watch
me
think
it
up
Now
all
my
mark
Crook
niggaz
squeeze
and
bust
I
leave
ya
crushed
Caught
em
slippin'
Sippin'
on
yellow
tusk
Swelled
em
up
Cuz
in
this
game
Livin'
is
hell
for
us
Can't
let
em
be
Turn
tha
tables
He'll
do
tha
same
to
me
Takin'
fleet
And
if
you
live
Say
boy
ya
best
tah
be
Lucci
please
Calm
me
down
'for
I
let
bullets
free
Shakin'
leaves
And
in
tha
mist
of
this
We
takin'
cheese
I
make
em
bleed
Tell
ya
again
boy
if
I
have
tah
We
comin'
Ya
runnin'
I'ma
send
these
hollow
tips
right
at
cha
Feel
tha
wrath
of
three
crook
playaz
From
tha
North
and
West
we
holdin'
Keep
on
wit
cha
stuntin'
Watch
out
for
tha
big
ol'
bouldaz
we
throwin'
(Mr.
Lucci)
Get
up
out
my
face
Quit
crowdin'
my
space
Peepin'
me
from
neck
to
waist
Knowin'
you
fakaz
Soft
as
cakaz
Pushin'
Lucci
tah
cop
tha
case
Who
in
tha
fuck
do
you
think
I
be?
What
in
tha
hell
do
you
think
you
see?
If
it
ain't
treal
then
it
ain't
me
Ain't
nothin'
but
G'z
about
my
streets
That's
all
I
know
Clutchin'
tha
4-4
And
goin'
toe
foe
toe
Straight
blow
foe
blow
Makin'
em
bleed
slow
While
us
Crooks
take
control
Me,
P-O-O-K-I-E,
and
Chief
Goin'
on
a
rippin
spree
Triple
deep
Knockin'
these
ol'
hoe
ass
nigga
right
up
off
they
feet
As
we
speed
em
up
And
heat
em
up
Hollows
steadily
eat
em
up
The
ones
that's
thinkin'
it's
free
tah
bump
The
ones
that's
shakin'
his
feet
in
tha
trunk
Talkin'
all
that
nonsense
Fuck
around
make
me
bomb
bitch
Unless
you
want
tah
see
me
strong
arm
shit
Keep
thinkin'
that
I'm
harmless
I
see
em
everyday
Actin'
like
they
born
tah
hate
When
I'm
blowin'
my
cake
What
tha
fuck
is
goin'
tah
take
Tah
let
these
niggaz
know
I
wasn't
born
tah
play
From
tha
North
of
D
It's
Mista
AKA
Wig
Splitta
Showin'
these
half
steppin'
niggaz
I'm
serious
bout
my
issues
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