Hold Me Down - Rick Ross

If you ridin' with your female acquaintance, explain this one to her girl

When you wake up in the mornin' go mail your man some pictures and a 20 dollar

money order

I gotta tell you somethin' else though

I remember the days when I used to jack my dick

And had to catch a bus, to go check a flick

Unless it was one of those nights I stole my sisters car

I brought it back on empty, simply didn’t give a fuck

Be my guest you can call my mom

Shes the one who gave me the nickname Teflon

Added the don

Impressed by the way I kept calm when searched by cops with boy in my palm

Shit, I’ve done see a lot

I might crack a smile, but i’ll clean your clock

I done did it before, matter of fact done it for free

If was free, he would of did it for me

Guns spittin' for me, Better go get it from me

Guess that 10 year sentence wasn’t fitted for me

But when your released, I got a few gifts for you

Half my record label, a quarter mill on the table

How many niggas you rode with will hold you down if you go to jail

Or put the Benz' up for your bail

Yeah, cuz if its fair it war when them riders start runnin'

Will they have to start gunnin'

In God’s name, free your pain

Sinc he was down, Carol City ain’t been the same

Seventeen years old, floatin' on gold things

The same pain was my nigga

He might buy you a sack, and let you blow the whole thing

And he might get you some head, won’t even know the hoes name

God damn, I miss my nigga

To be honest I wanna kiss my nigga

Hug my nigga, talk to my nigga

Kick the prison door in and walk with my nigga

I’ll stalk your nigga, chalk your nigga

If I thought your nigga was a cop oh nigga

Working for the cops came in for the talk oh nigga

If somebody finna' snitch, stop your nigga

If I spot your nigga, I gotta pop your nigga

I ain’t aiming at his legs but at the top of your head

Being a black male in America is a charge

Pullin' together your family when your brother behind bars

Fantasy of nice car, wanna know who we are?

All I say to the crackers is «bitch I got a job»

No I’m lying, But I’m talking about a —

Would of rather, seen em scatter

Chit chatter, my pockets fatter

Fuck your corporate ladder

Bein' intelligent today is a dagger

Look em' in the eyes whenever you speak

Make em' feel you were that close to gettin' a degree

I already want a reason to kick your ass to sleep

And they know these employees are far from bein' cheap

I was raised in these streets

Still one of the coolest cats you could ever meet

Besides its only the heat

I don’t give detectives reasons to fuck with me

I’m quiet, on the murder diet

I’ve seen flesh turn from brown to violet

Not one word, no need to dial it, hes expired

This is no longer desired

And last hired, until somone saw it in the streets

I’m the nigga