Lost Boyz - Can't Hold Us Down lyrics

[Mr. Cheeks] You know the life situations, hard times of deep conversations Beef in the streets, eliminations sh** gets iller, it's mad bullsh** us n***as go through They hate us, being broke and gettin dough too Well let me show you, n***as how I feel when I'm singin Ya n***as 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 b**h 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 n***as know the scene, n***as roll dice for the green b**hes the more ice the mean Keep the cars shining, these love the creep thru the actional And that the hood the f**in main attraction The hot b**hes and n***as ayo we all make it happen Sword sellin d** 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 sh** Ayo ya n***as ya be counterfeit, so tone it down a bit A move along with you bullsh** 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 f** around [Mr. Cheeks] I creep the streets with my sounds blastin from the get up Lay back confortable, why the f** 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 n***as makin better more Like some old addition listen kid, cheddar roots Kid you feelin me, these rap n***as k**in me sh** my team thru police they be drillin me n***as thrillin me, I shine like the diamond For real a f**in 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 n***as if you want me, I'm right here Talkin out ya mouth, runnin out with gems and can't win These DJ's makin tapes and can't spin These rap n***as, makin money but they really trash n***as frontin like they want Parelli a** Aiyo I pa**, I'd rather listen to some R&B Some hot sh** maybe starrin me Chorus 2X [Mr. Cheeks] It seems that my minds playin games on me Police stay hara** try to throw the chains on me And try to warn me once I got up inside the game n***as told me that sh** would never be the same n***as chains what money comes around the set n***as told me though so a n***a won't forget Where I came from, you know the f**in 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 s** Drugs, f** 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