Hold My Strap (Feat. Big Tone) (Prod. Big Tone) Lyrics (by Ro Spit)
It's MoeJoe & Ro Ro...
ha ha, uh uh uh uh uh, Yo, let me speak on it.
Where I'm from most cats don't even know I rap/
But the flow so cold & ya know I'm that/
Throw a finger to ya fam & I hold my sack/
I made a couple dollas now I hold my stacks/
Shake em up shake, I might throw my crap/
(huh) But I'm a hustla I'm like yo bet back/
I roll 7 (fuck), 7 (shit), 7 (damn), 9 (catch)/
3 (caught that, Let Em go) 11/
I'm not Prince, but still a prince 'til my pop die/
Left field call my shot, I'm pop fly/
Until then I'm in a drop when I drop by/
Askin' what you lookin' at? like a cocked eye/
Not I, I do mine to the best of my/
Abili-tie, send him by 'for I kill a guy/
I'm feelin' right, chillin' eyes to the ceiling sky/
Pen-ning rhymes in the prime of a niggas life/
Get it right
*Hook (Big Tone)*
It ain't where you from yo, it's where you at
& fuck where you been, you can fold ya map
It's about where ya goin', momma told me that
So everywhere I go yo, I hold my strap
Haters gone hate, poppa told me that
So gone let 'em hate, they can't hold me back, I'm gone...
Let me speak on it...Preach!
Where I'm @ most cats'll prolly neva get/
Them niggas can't fuck wit me like I'm celibate/
You prolly find me where the cheddar is/
Thats why niggas wanna beau-Ro like the betta biz/
Ness, dig this as God as my witness/
I flip flow when I go like a gymnast/
I get doe on the track like a pimp just/
Put his hoes on the track for the trick it's/
Ro Ro & Mojoe we the shit ya'll/
That's why I'm vicious on the mic like a pit dog/
In Vicks yard wrong move you might get malled/
Another day another time you might get robbed/
(Yeah) Go for style, I'm the fresh nigga poster child/
Joke around, I broke a frown wit a poker smile/
Mocha brown roam a town like a coca pound/
I'm over ground solar bound when I go for now/
I hold it down
I'm going to the top yo, to the top floor/
I'm out the gates nigga running like a snot nose/
You can't touch what you can't see Oc so/
Smoove & i'm makin' moves get ya popcorn/
I'm hot bro, I got paper when my stock rose/
From the bottom to the top like (pronto)/
I'm not yo average rapper baby I'm a smart guy/
Them other niggas par 3, I'm a par 5/
It's like apartheid, see we on another level/
I bought another watch see he bought another bezel/
Another rebel in the game & yo I won't settle/
My shit poppin on the block like the toast metal/
I'm what the pot called the kettle & the game mine/
You hear the rest, then hear me & see a changed mind/
The bass line killin' niggas like a hate crime/
If I don't know you, I don't know you nigga same time/
Man same time
*Outro (Big Tone)*
ha ha ha, Yeah Oc, where you @ baby?
Let 'em hate, you know what I'm sayin'
It's real talk, it ain't where you from boy
We bangin' it out...
Coming wit that real, that real, that real shit...
It's ya boy T.O.