Mark Batson - Hold Down the Block lyrics

[Hook: Mark B. Mayfield] I gotta hold down the block when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta hold down the block when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation [Verse 1: Nas] Yeah, feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin' Salivating at the mouth, South to East Orange Keep pourin' that liquor, but n***a don't sleep on it You'll be giving up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it For legal fees in the penal dorm Screaming on the horn with 'bout 30 years on your conscience I'm watchin' brothers disappear, it's appallin' Some dudes had just only a year of ballin' Counter-intelligence found a strange evidence Still we behind the wheel with heat on us Hangin' with predicates Position we placed in caves in, so they got us caged in Waves spinnin' like Mike Bivens from New Edition agin' I got families I'm feeding, ‘cause my mans is bleeding Every five seconds look in all directions I come through prepared, I give 'em a call "I'm close, bring them guns downstairs" [Hook] [Verse 2: Nas] Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder Two n***as dead, Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day Friday, somebody-gotta-die day Saturday, put the gat away Chillin' with your chick and a bag of haze Wonderin' how it's all gon' end And what type of way, ‘cause Sunday back to gunplay Most sh** start over nothin' And get finished quick ‘cause the art of repercussion Yeah, I seen it, a G going out indecent Taking a plea agreement, thinking he secret Escape the crime scene, now you live straight like 9:15 Then one-time intervene My man ain't like me sayin' I don't care if I die But the SIG Sauer on me now I'm scared to die You thinking the one I send to clap you be a shorty But he old school, holdin' a .38, he in his 40s [Hook] [Verse 3: Nas] Anytime brothers can't get jobs, then they rob A man rather die than live on his knees and starve Cops steady askin' your man what happened First he tell, then he stop, like he not really rattin' Guess he not really in that casket from a sawed-off Listen, peep game from the brain of an all-star The rain hurt n***as' bones who been shot Metal pins in their leg, they walk with a limp-hop The streets lie, so you better be cautious Your man'll fry you plus everybody talkin' A vet, a General, don't step where I walked in Make your own path, be a legend in your skin Make your own cash, don't stress what I'm flossin' Don't expect more when you put in less work than all them Queensbridge projects has taught him And that's for life, you heard me right, I got the block [Outro: Mark B. Mayfield] When the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta hold down the block when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta hold down the block when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation