Slum Village – Hold Tight (feat. Q-Tip) (Lost Remix)

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Hold tight, this is the last time you hear me
I’m out now, this is the last time to cheer me
Niggas in the game is getting too slimy
Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy
I’mma leave it in the hands of the Slum now
Take it away from where it comes from now
A lot of you cats in the music business
Shiftless, I’ll put you on the shit list
Did your intuition say to shit on me?
I’mma just flip your ears, yo you hear me b?
D’Angelo play your piano
Jay Dee flip another beat for me
Hold tight with Baatin and my nigga T3
Busta Bus, watch out for who you trust
Ali Shaheed, it’s your blood that I bleed
Yes, Phife, for you I will give my life
It’s The Ummah shit fo real till there’s no more light
All you foul motherfuckers change your wrong to right
Make sure y’all bring your music to the area flight
Hold tight

[Hook]
Hold tight… [repeat]

[Verse 2: Dilla]
Hold tight get ya ass back what ya did, yo
Hold tight the SV what ya did, yo
Hold tight you don’t pay attention man
That’s why your money is the size of your attention span
Yo there’s something I gotta mention, damn
Who the fuck is this sitting in my session man?
This is my project, ho, on some MC Shan
Not yours, what’s your intentions man
Probably bootlegging my tape at a concession stand
What the fuck, niggas never learn their lesson, man
I try my best not to hold the Smith & Wesson, man
But I gotta hold something cause niggas test you man
Anyway yo keep it moving keep the questions and
Maybe I can bless you with the test presses man
Until then, hold tight

[Hook]
Hold tight… [repeat]

[Verse 3: T3]
Guess who’s making this cheese this cash this dust
So much cash in my hand that I got paper cuts
I’m trying to become a winner trying to get with us
That’s one of the reasons I had to fuck you up
I caught you people at my window trying see what I’m doing
So I pulled out the 45 and commenced to start shooting (see ya)
See I miss with every dilla cause young were keeping it moving
Now that’s some root news and now watch what you’re doing
So hold tight

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Baatin]
You don’t understand
I’ve been doing this shit since Duran Duran
Now I’mma make some more paper cash, god damn
I’m outta this, cause you don’t appreciate
I step up in the place trying to cultivate
You sipping on your tanqueray whilst we levitate
You ain’t got no reason to celebrate
You caught up in my trap, sealing your fate
Never was it once you co-operate
Was last you just self destruct inside your hate
I hope you’re feeling better now
Hold tight to my rhyme, nigga don’t cry
Its alright you can move at your own pace
Altogether now
Hold tight

[Hook]
Hold tight… [repeat]

Stik Figa – The Git Down (feat. Rappin’ 4-Tay) (Central Standard Time Album)

[Verse 1: Rappin’ 4-Tay]
Fresh up out the Testarossa
Still buzzing off that sticky green Cali doja
Last night had a gang of them freaky bitches jocking
It’s the player himself, going to always keep it poppin’
Ripping them off, pissing them off, scooping and talking and picking them off
Six can get off, I’m kicking it off
Stik Figa my nigga, that’s like JT the Bigga Figga
Six-inch stiletto’s, pedal to the metal
You damn right we on a whole ‘nother level
Benjamins, Franklins, Grants, Jeffersons
And tell a broke bitch, to get to stepping
Ain’t no player like the one you got
Another hit from the Bay, it just don’t stop
Macking like this ain’t easy
She said it take a real player just to please me, bitch

[Chorus: Stik Figa]
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town

[Verse 2: Stik Figa]
Ya see I float like a butterfly, sting like an STD
When you pee, better check them freaks
All I have had was teeth like Ali Shaheed
On point like T-I-P, Phife Rest in Peace
See, I don’t trip, maybe I’m old fashioned
Got a new stitch, cut from an old fabric
Tailor made fit, speak when I’m in traffic
I’m in my own lane, follow my own map then
Dripping in sauce, don’t call me a lyricist
It ain’t about the paper then it ain’t that serious
Chill and Netflix it’s bliss in the ignorance
Until you side chick text she ain’t get her period
I’m still going to drink my Henny with the Coke
I’m still gonna stack my pennies like I’m broke
And I might get chips at different on them bro
While I’m Midwest reppin’ with my G from the ‘Sco

[Chorus: Stik Figa]
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town

[Outro: Stik Figa]
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down