[steele]

Hold me down, i'm movin on the enemy now

For a cause, and he cause ya exort at war

I swore to be dedicated, always elevatin, meditatin

Bout the soldiers who couldn't make it

Take shit forever, that's my position, part of my condition

Is to long live the tradition of the stick n move

Get ya tools ready for construction

We prepare to build or destroy somethin

Brooklyn born, i be steele on the real

And i feel like gettin it on, yo son what's the deal?

For some reason, niggas be fiendin

And when niggas be fiendin, they be quick to commit treason

But i keep breathin through, though the season do

Be seemin to get alot more hot than usual

So, who can i confide in, who can i trust to bust when i'm ridin

I don't need no last minute surprises

From those who pose as friends but they be lyin

I keep my eye on the snitch that's spyin

Plottin to brake down my whole enterprises

Some niggas soft but some niggas define shit

True soldier ready for war, so don't try shit

Why you get critical, cuz the spots held down by the general



[chorus 2x]

There's only a few that could ride wit me

There's only a few that could ride for free

I hold my weight plus yours, when you can't hold ya own

Cuz i know you do the same for me, so hold me down



[tek]

Every clique got a soft nigga in it, believe me

That potray a kid he saw on the streets or in the movies

Tryin to do the same he seen on the screen

Got his big guns, timbs, hoody and his jeans

Talk the fast talk but there's a pause in this walk

Rock his jewels, truck and he still eat pork

He get his little hustle on, he run with his major team

Crazy ass dread from jamaica, queens

Ain't never seen war up in his face before

Get his news from the barber shop/beeper store

But if you let him tell it, he's the last man standing

Talkin bout son, i held it down wit the cannon

Should of seen the way that i was blazin at the cats

Twist of the wrist, while i was pattin one back

Like that kid did to menace, when he had the four pound

You know it's only right, i had to hold the fort down



[storm]

Blazin wit ya friends, when we ridin

There's no suprisin, it's all good

Takin chances, in the cut every day

Tryin to big up, tryin to big up wit my master plan



[chorus 2x]



[steele]

As a youth i would sit up in my room and dream

One day i became wit a ruthless teen

Little did i know that every step i took

Had already been signed and sealed in some books

So i took a look at what i got to work wit of course

And if granted by the source move on wit full force

What choice to choose, if i sin will i use

Sittin wit the reverend in my county blues



[tek]

To which ever form you base your religion on

Live by the scriptures of the bible or karan

Don't burn bridges if you plan to make riches

The ones that you least expect to be the worst snitches

For a dollar, a nigga screamin holla out

Ya secret whereabouts, so they can come and air ya out

And took the throne, down the shoot dead and gone

The struggle goes on, so hold down ya dome



[chorus 2x]