Boldy James, Sterling Toles - Birth of Bold (the christening) lyrics

Back (Back, back, back)
I don't mean to be bold
Throwin' down ain't nothin' but a thing
I don't mean to be bold (It's Blocks)
Don't be afraid (Where we at with it?)
I don't mean to be bold (227)
But I gotta let you know  (Uh, what else?)
I got a thing for you and I can't let go
Ooh my

Age ain't nothin but a number
And I ain't never claimed to
Be somethin' that I wasn't
Bold that's my name, don't wear it out
ConCreatures that's my gang
You know my whereabouts
If you test my aim then I'ma air you out
So you best behave, be on your best behavior
'Fore you be done met my neighbors
One more 'gain, they guns in both hands
Drum rollin', goin' through them emotions


Of gun-holdin', snub noses
Unloadin' out my clip, bullseye
This is what it sounds like when doves fly
Thugs cry teardrops on closed caskets
Thug life is mine, I'm old fashioned
With this Uzi, I'll bleed your block slab
Excuse me for bein' a ConCreature, my bad

I don't mean to be bold
Throwin' down ain't nothin' but a thing
(Ain't nothin')
I don't mean to be bold (Mob, yeah, mob)
Don't be afraid
I don't mean to be bold (yeah)
But I gotta let you know
I got a thing for you (It's on, yeah)
And I can't let go, ooh my (yeah, ay, ay)

Your love is a one in a million
When we make love
It's the most wonderful feelin'
No one or nothin' can come between us
And throwin' down ain't never been a
Thing for me to bring her
She was right there
Reason your dreams turned to
Your worst nightmare
(So what's up? I'm right here, so what's up?)
You gettin' jumped, I don't fight fair
(So what's up?)
That's when your lungs collapse
Who wanna ramp with
Blocks? Fuckin' bumbaclots
Gon' get rocked on the pavement deceased
Stretched out like the lowercase letter "t"
From that Desert Eagle four-five
Cross my heart, hope to die
Stick a needle in both my eyes
I swear to God, 'fore I sign off
Gotta pardon me for bein' a ConCreature
My fault

I don't mean to be bold
Throwin' down ain't nothin' but a thing (Mob)
I don't mean to be bold, don't be afraid
(Don't be scared now)
I don't mean to be bold (It's Blocks)
But I gotta let you know
I got a thing for you
(yeah) and I can't let go, ooh my (yeah
Uh huh)

If first you don't succeed
Dust yourself off and try again
And nurse your self-esteem
You been fearin' me, I see it in your eyes
'Cause I'm the tyranny of evil men inside
Of everyone lies the dark side, but mines?
Never been afraid to carry 'round the thing
Desi in my jeans, 'leven rounds in the 'zine
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'm the king of the North Coast, fuck it
These boys don't want it
With your boy, Detroit's most wanted
Just bought a Glock, cost me 400
And it's fresh out the box, don't be no dummy
Andreeze got a 44 auto mag
Guaranteed to tag a toe and zip a body bag
Broskie and Shozie got a duffel bag
Full of 223s and a bunch of mags

I don't mean to be bold
Throwin' down ain't nothin' but a thing
I don't mean to be bold, don't be afraid
I don't mean to be bold
But I gotta let you know
I got a thing for you and I can't let go
Ooh my

But guys, you know what we gotta do
Before we start throwin' down
We must change the name of this
Town from Motown to Geektown
So that we can really throw down
Dancers, what's the name of this town?
(Geektown) i'll let Phoenix and Jarvis
Ask the next question:
Are you ready to throw down? (Yes we are)
Hey, what can we say? Now that's been said
We go to the opening spread

Crackheads takin' my hood over
Had my people strung
We was young bangin' purple tops
Sellin' 3-for-1s
Got knocked, open up my Bible
Now I'm readin' Psalms
Dreamin' of killin' every nigga who
Tried to feed me crumbs
Too busy in the street
Ain't really watch no TV none or CD-ROMS
Still we want that kid who shot that BB gun
When niggas see me, they run
Now you tell me who won
This for all my 23-and-1 that
Never see the sun niggas
Legacy for drug dealin'
What the plug sent 'em
Whatever left on the plate
I leave my te-te some got my hand bit
That's what I get for tryna feed the slums
I'm still ridin' dirty on that Pimp C and Bun
(On that Pimp C and Bun)