Don't Let Go

I'm the coldest of the coldest, the dopest of the dopest The smoothest of the smoothest and the locest of the locest The whole world on point for this new joint that I just put together So kindly, and you can find me on the Coast with the most, layin' high post Playin' it close with a bunch of thug niggas, drug dealers Project fools, C-Murder pass them tools Shit I'm 'bout to make these motherfuckers get up I draw the line between yours and mines and make sure you don't get lit up Hit up the motherfuckin' set when I dip Where you from Dogg Pound motherfuckin' Gangsta Crip Split wigs for a livin', everyday's Thanksgiving Motherfuck y'all rides, we slides, nigga we dippin' The tank's driven by the colonel Mr. Master P Lil' Silkky, Mystikal, C, and me and Fiend Nigga don't be trippin', cause we got my lil' homie in the cut That's Soulja Slim nigga, he known for dippin', what's up Don't let go We love to bang bang And the rap game is just like the dope game The minute you forget it - forget it, you bit it But them niggas know when you ain't with it That's when they get ignant' Don't let go Chorus Life will twist ya like a twista, get twisted with this It seems it's on, but it's off, I keep missin' and shit I'm high but I try to stay focused, wide eyed Lookin' dead at the chips, I blink, they dip Don't let go Life will twist ya like a twista, get twisted with this It seems it's on, but it's off, I keep missin' and shit I'm high but I try to stay focused, wide eyed Lookin' dead at the chips, I blink, they dip, it's hard to hang on Don't let go... Don't let go... Verse 2 Check this out man - I'm the hardest of the hardest, the realest of the realest See but I don't fuck with nothin' but G's, ballers, and killers So pardon my expression G If yo' bitch is seen with one of my niggas in the click You best believe she done ate a gangsta dick And you can't fault one of my niggas for that Shit, we just a bunch of thug niggas, ex-drug dealers The kind of gangsta ass niggas that your bitch love niggas But don't do that to yourself cause I'ma tell ya I love to plug niggas with the slug niggas Now if yo' bitch way out of line And you think about steppin' to Doggy Dogg, you better take your time Cause you out on a limb fuckin' with Slim And you don't even know that, cause ain't nobody told him that I need to just show him that Cause I'm a pistol packin', car jackin', hoe smackin' MC I don't know why all y'all bitches is fuckin' with me Fuck all my enemies, I'm chasin cheese with G's Servin' tapes and CD's by the three's and ki's Nigga, Biggie was large, and 2Pac was too real They had homies with heat on the street and they still got killed Now how the fuck did that happen, I thought them niggas was rappin' But in this real world, shit, murder keep thangs crackin' Homicides, drive-by's, and kidnappin' Shit, when you head up out the door, nigga don't forget your fo'-fo' Never leave home without it, shit, why dogg Cause niggas everywhere gettin' rowdy and bout it, and don't doubt it Real violence aside, just don't forget it Cause like I said, when you ain't with it, them niggas get ignant' Chorus Life will twist ya like a twista, get twisted with this It seems it's on, but it's off, I keep missin' and shit I'm high but I try to stay focused, wide eyed Lookin' dead at the chips, I blink, they dip Don't let go Life will twist ya like a twista, get twisted with this It seems it's on, but it's off, I keep missin' and shit I'm high but I try to stay focused, wide eyed Lookin' dead at the chips, I blink, they dip, it's hard to hang on Don't let go... Don't let go... Don't let go