Heltah Skeltah, Anthony Hamilton - Hold Your Head Up lyrics
[Heltah Skeltah, Anthony Hamilton - Hold Your Head Up lyrics]
Hey yo, I never lie
Rhymes is knives ready to sever guys
Never try
That nigga Ruckus'll fucking let it fly
Identify yourself, walking in my perimeter
I get rid of ya with
Two shots from the dillinger
Who’s willing ta (Willing ta) try to step to
Tall Sean? I wet you
That's my word to my nephew
Dante, word is bond
Listen to what the Gods say
Grew up the hard way
Wearing mad clothes from Conways
But now the Gods say dip then
Hide when the traum blaze
With bum bitches that run tricks
Like fucking card games
(Ayyo, cops, son, cops
Son) I should have listened to
What my mom say
Police squads, they harass me
Never a calm day
Hold your head, boy, you know it's hard
You hold
The weight of the planet, it's your job
You God hold your head, boy
I know this shit's so bad
Hold your head, boy
You know a nigga got your back
(You gotta hold on, pa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i'ma try
I can't lie
I'm kinda fucked up since my momma died
(Word) can't decide right from wrong
Nights are long
Seem like Big Ruck have a fight with Sean
It's like
It’s "Therapy Part 2, " you know that I go
To the doctor for advice
He keep giving me prozac
That's so wack the only
Thing that Sean deserve is some weed, money
And pussy to calm my nerve
Here, here
Meditate on this, son what the hell?
When the going gets tough? The tough puff L's
It's a known fact whatever doesn't
Kill you makes you stronger
Think I'ma let you quit? You dead wrong, bruh
I know shit's berzerk
(Shit is crazy) , got me holding heat again
Just came home, fighting with police again
Son, they testing me
But never let ‘em get the best of me
I ain't even do shit, plus
I been stashed the weapon, see?
The whole world a broke fool, it ain't cool
That's why in the Ninety-Now
The rules are: fuck the rules
Feel like I'm psychic watching all the shit
I dream again make me wish I never dream
Let the madness begin
Hold your head, boy, you know it's hard
You hold
The weight of the planet, it's your job
You God hold your head, boy, do it for MFC
Hold you head, boy without you
There would be no me
Hold your head up high
Keep your face to the sky
Things are gonna get better after all that
Hold your head up high
Don't let life get you down
We're always go together
I promise we'll make it by
I promise we'll make it by
Rhymes is knives ready to sever guys
Never try
That nigga Ruckus'll fucking let it fly
Identify yourself, walking in my perimeter
I get rid of ya with
Two shots from the dillinger
Who’s willing ta (Willing ta) try to step to
Tall Sean? I wet you
That's my word to my nephew
Dante, word is bond
Listen to what the Gods say
Grew up the hard way
Wearing mad clothes from Conways
But now the Gods say dip then
Hide when the traum blaze
With bum bitches that run tricks
Like fucking card games
(Ayyo, cops, son, cops
Son) I should have listened to
What my mom say
Police squads, they harass me
Never a calm day
Hold your head, boy, you know it's hard
You hold
The weight of the planet, it's your job
You God hold your head, boy
I know this shit's so bad
Hold your head, boy
You know a nigga got your back
(You gotta hold on, pa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i'ma try
I can't lie
I'm kinda fucked up since my momma died
(Word) can't decide right from wrong
Nights are long
Seem like Big Ruck have a fight with Sean
It's like
It’s "Therapy Part 2, " you know that I go
To the doctor for advice
He keep giving me prozac
That's so wack the only
Thing that Sean deserve is some weed, money
And pussy to calm my nerve
Here, here
Meditate on this, son what the hell?
When the going gets tough? The tough puff L's
It's a known fact whatever doesn't
Kill you makes you stronger
Think I'ma let you quit? You dead wrong, bruh
I know shit's berzerk
(Shit is crazy) , got me holding heat again
Just came home, fighting with police again
Son, they testing me
But never let ‘em get the best of me
I ain't even do shit, plus
I been stashed the weapon, see?
The whole world a broke fool, it ain't cool
That's why in the Ninety-Now
The rules are: fuck the rules
Feel like I'm psychic watching all the shit
I dream again make me wish I never dream
Let the madness begin
Hold your head, boy, you know it's hard
You hold
The weight of the planet, it's your job
You God hold your head, boy, do it for MFC
Hold you head, boy without you
There would be no me
Hold your head up high
Keep your face to the sky
Things are gonna get better after all that
Hold your head up high
Don't let life get you down
We're always go together
I promise we'll make it by
I promise we'll make it by