Giles's video: Can t Hold Us Down - Original Song by Vthov

Download this song on Itunes. http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/vthov/id303636486?uo=4 Download this song on Amazon MP3. http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-music&field-keywords=Vthov&x=0&y=0 http://www.facebook.com/pages/Vthov/57468054257 http://www.youtube.com/Vthov http://www.myspace.com/Vthov http://www.twitter.com/Vthov You Can't Hold Us Down Lyrics (Chorus) V-T-H-O-V M-U-S-I-C You Can't hold us down... Can't Hold Us Down! V-T-H-O-V M-U-S-I-C You Can't hold us down... Can't Hold Us Down! V-T-H-O-V M-U-S-I-C (Verse 1) To all my haters, backstabbers, guess what, it's time to pay And stay out my lane, cause Vthov's got the right of way And I must say, as a young black member of society That I couldn't give a damn about what Don Imus say To all my people strung out on drugs, it's alright to stray Be careful not to judge, he died for us, we got the right to pray Right to say, damn I'm broke and I got bills to pay But I don't give a damn I'm gone do something with my life today Man up, stand up, cause time waits, for no man How you gone build with no hands (I dont' know) How you get through life with no plan (I don't know) That's the foundation dog, now you need a floor plan Reach up to the stars and grab your dreams with your own hands Don't be scared to fail, turn your talents into skill Turn that skill into a craft, and sit back and do the math Turn that craft into a business dog, can I get a witness Cause business brings the money, and money is the business I'ma tell you how you know if you doing it right You turn around and see them haters frown left and right You brush the dirt off your shoulder and kick the dust off your shoes Man you the talk of the town, your haters singin the blues And let me tell you something, if you aint got no haters cousin Then you ain't hustlin, in fact yo ass ain't doing nothing. (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm gone run my race dog and so I gotta set a smart pace They tryin to hold me back but my mind's off in a far place I got the talent, the beats, the flows to make your heart race Yall niggas can't keep up, you brought a bike to a car race, got a hard face As they try to hate my swagger cause they aint happy them backstabbers got they daggers, pointed at me And I'm just filled with laughter, as they try to dap me And then the second I turn around, they try to stab me But it's all good it's alright cause they can't get at me But they can go to hell though, If you going where I'm going get up on my level Sing this anthem hood to hood and ghetto to ghetto Half the rappers swear they hard but really they yellow They say whatever to sell so I call them sale hoes Now it's cool for blacks to kill blacks, and blacks to sell snow Packs of crack to other blacks on they backs? hell no! And I know with this message that I probably won't sell though But at least I stand for somethin, and you know I ain't frontin Ain't never took nobody life and ain't never sold nothin I only got one gun it's a pump to protect my folk cousin I'm from orlando, and I got some hands bro Killing people ain't my thing but I got them jams though! (Chorus) (Vamp) You can't hold us down, Can't hold us... You can't hold us down, Can't hold us... You can't hold us down, Can't hold us down!!!!