Hold Ya Head (Demo Version) Feat. Tyrone Wrice

Date: July 18, 1996
Producer: Hurt-M-Badd
Samples: James Ingram & Patti Austin – How Do You Keep The Music Playing
The Don Killuminati (The 3 Day Theory)


Lyrics:

[Prison in the background while Makaveli speaks]

Yo Jackson! (8231549)
Yes… , come on down
Hold the doors – let’s go!
8599… close it tight
Lock it down

[Intro – Makaveli]

My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island
All the penitentiaries
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon
All the political prisoners
San Quentin (who can save you).. all the jailhouses
I’m alive

[Chorus – Makaveli & Tyrone Wrice]

Yeah
One thug, one thug (How do we keep the music playing)
You’re listenin to the sounds of one, thuuug
One thug, one thug (How do we get ahead)
You’re listenin to the sounds of..

[Verse 1 – Makaveli]

I wake up early in the morning, mindstate so military
Suckers fantasizin’ pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed, or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed
Out for all that, knowing that this world bring drawbacks
Look how this shit bump once I deliver these raw raps
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black
Tonight we, honor the dead, those who won’t be back
So if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug living in this game for years
Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I’m buried
Knowing deep inside only a few love me
Come rush me to the gates of heaven, let me picture for a while
How I lived for my days as a child; I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head

[Chorus – Tyrone Wrice & Makaveli] How do we keep the music playing (yes, you got to hold ya head)
How do we get ahead.. (hold your head!)
Too many young black brothers are dying (yes, you got to hold ya head)
Livin’ fast, too fast..

[Verse 2 – Makaveli]

Hahaha, yo
These felonies be like prophecies begging me to stop
Cause these lawyers getting money everytime they knock us
Snatchin pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed
Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze
Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows
And mo’ money mean litigatin, mo’ playa hatin’
Got a cell at the pen for me waiting – is this my fate?
Miss me with that misdemeanor thinking, me fall back?
Never that, too much tequila drinking, we all that
Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse
Everyone with me is family, cause everybody’s got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin’
got us all meetin’ up in prison..
Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood
Saying, “Please show a playa love” – hold ya head!
Hold it

[Chorus – Tyrone Wrice & Makaveli]

How do we keep the music playing (yes, you got to hold ya head)
How do we get ahead.. (come on hold your head!)
Too many young black brothers are dying (yes, you got to hold ya head)
Living fast, too fast..

[Makaveli]

The weed got me tweakin in my mind, I’m thinkin’..

[Verse 3 – Makaveli]

God bless the child that can hold his own
Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means nothing if you still ain’t free
Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally
Running from authorities ’til they capture me
And my, aim is to spread mo’ smiles than tears
Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo’ head
Tradin’ converstion all night, bless the dead
To the homies that I used to have that no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads..
Plus nobody knows my soul, watching time pass
Through the glass of my drop-top Rolls, hold ya head!

[Chorus/Outro – Tyronce Wrice & Makaveli]

How do we keep the music playing (yes, you got to hold ya head)
How do we get ahead.. (No matter how hard it get, feel me, come on)
Too many young black brothers are dying (Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book) (yes, you got to hold ya head)
Livin fast, too fast.. (Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever..) (you got to hold ya head)

How do we keep the music playing (yes, you got to hold ya head)
How do we get ahead… (hahaha)
(One thug, one thug, you’re rollin’ to the sounds of one thuuug)
Livin fast, too fast..
(One thug, one thug, you’re rollin’ to the sounds of one thuuug)

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