MO3 - Hold Ya Tongue lyrics

Hold your tongue 'cause you might say
Somethin' I might not like
And if you do then you just
Might lose your life tonight
My big brother told me never
Let a nigga fuck me and if I don't
He'll never let a nigga touch me
Niggas better not come half-stepping
'Cause we got something that'll speed you up
And watch them hollow points eat you up
Nigga what? you can't touch me
So I advise you niggas don't try to fuck me

You can't bang with a beast
Gun slang on a lane with a G
Quarter thing of cocaine in the seat
Everything that I speak real deal
I'll burn a nigga up
Make 'em put a nigga name on they T
S-h-ir t, t-r-il-l
Hollow tips they'll sang him to sleep


Cut a nigga body up, dump it in the lake
Let it float off and then bring
That flame to his street
You niggas ain't really no gangstas
You niggas bitches who walk
Around claiming to be something you not
I'll go and put that thang to his teeth
Knock 'em out, now he can't even eat
Got him chewing out a straw bitch
On that raw shit i'm a dog
Make him lean when I aim with the heat
Fuck the law
Still creep when I crawl like a hog
But up north we dumb, no brains, don't think
We won't retaliate on your whole la familia
Gatling gun will fill him up
And then hit the rest
Hear that chainsaw, yeah (grrr)
That's the sound of the blade when it
Rip through a bitch nigga flesh
Knock his face off, lip to the left
Chrome TEC put a dip in his chest
His face all fucked up, six in his vest
Grab his head, put a twist to his neck
Now that boy body built like a desk

Hold your tongue 'cause you might say
Somethin' I might not like
And if you do then you just
Might lose your life tonight
My big brother told me never
Let a nigga fuck me and if I don't
He'll never let a nigga touch me
Niggas better not come half-stepping
'Cause we got something that'll speed you up
And watch them hollow points eat you up
Nigga what? you can't touch me
So I advise you niggas don't try to fuck me

I'm from the nuddy lil buddy
Thirteen oh-thirty
Lurkin', them young niggas dirty
Pull up on the curb, shirt be
Tucked in my pants
So the burner won't hurt while I'm servin'
Come to the lane, gun in my hand like Cain
With them mob niggas, movin' them birdies
I'm from the lane, Forest Lane, gang bang
Slang cane get twisted up like a McFlurry
Dum dah dah dum dum dum choppers on deck ho
Yoppers on top of that expo
Pa-rup-a pa-pup-a-pum-pum
A hundred round drum''ll knock a bitch
Nigga up outta them retros
Bah-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Lets go, tell him ready set go
Check got te TECs on decks by the jets ho
Fuck 'round and let go
One through your neck ho
Like Chief said if you half steppin' (what?)
Lil Three tote somethin' that'll eat you up
And the casket ain't shi
And them hoes in the cemetery be deep as fuck
Two-two-three when I'm creepin' up
If you shoot me we gon' beef it up
This the north ho
Don't get knocked off though

Hold your tongue 'cause you might say
Somethin' I might not like
And if you do then you just
Might lose your life tonight
My big brother told me never
Let a nigga fuck me and if I don't
He'll never let a nigga touch me
Niggas better not come half-stepping
'Cause we got something that'll speed you up
And watch them hollow points eat you up
Nigga what? you can't touch me
So I advise you niggas don't try to fuck me