(feat. H.A.W.K., Lil' Keke, Big T) 



Come on T, let's ride.. 



[Hook x2: Big T] 

Hold it down, hold it down 

We still hold it down 

The South, still hold it dooown 



[C-Note] 

I still hold the shit down, till you come back home 

As soon as you touch down, you'll be strapped with the chrome 

Then it's back to the zone, tell them haters it's on 

And if them boys wanna plex, put a strap to they dome 

I'ma ride for my niggaz, get high with my niggaz 

If niggaz wanna die, then I'll fly with my niggaz 

I'm still holding shit down, for Screwdoo 

And I'm still holding shit down, for Pat too 

And Gator, was my little fucking brother 

Know I love him like no other, and there'll never be another 

And this song in the streets, be number one 

Better move bitch, look out here we come 

And I represent the South, and everytime that I talk 

Diamonds blinging in my mouth, diamonds blinging in my mouth 

And I'm riding on Jordans, when I'm through the town 

C-Note and Big T, we still hold it down 



[Hook x2] 



[H.A.W.K.] 

The South, we still hold it down 

Control the town, with white, tan, yellow or brown 

The best around, man we'll shut shit town 

Lyrically clown, and now y'all trying to steal our sound 

The king's in crown, at home but we're here to stay 

Better do what Luda say, and get the fuck out our way 

I miss Pat and K, and for them I pray 

And I still hold it down, for D.E.A 

H-A-dub-K, I have a lot to say 

With no delay, I'ma represent where I stay 

Raised in the Tre, then moved to MLK 

I'm a Dead End nigga, till I'm old and grey 

Nigga Southside, South-Sa-Southside 

Where some real niggaz die, and some real niggaz cry 

Real niggaz survive, and keep hope alive 

And we gon strive, for the rest of our lives 



[Hook x2] 



[Lil' Keke] 

H-O-L-D, I-N-G 

Holding it down Southside, smoking a pound 

Controlling it now, yeah we got the key to the city 

Burning up corners, until them FED's come get me 

F-A-T P-A-T, S.U.C 

R.I.P., from Lil' Keke 

Give it to me, got to get it nothing but love 

C-Note and Cloverland, and that H-A-dub 

Rolling it up ready to ride, do it with pride 

This for my thug soldiers, and my niggaz that died 

Keeping it live keeping it cocked, turning the block 

Holding the spot, this for my G's on lock 

Fire up the do', po' up the drank and think 

How to take seven figgas, when I walk in the bank 

This one off the chain, niggaz shook when they look 

At some Dirty 3rd gangstas, T singing the hook 



[Hook x2]