Hold On Lyrics – 50 cent
Singer: 50 cent
Title: Hold On
[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning, this is insane
Rich as a m#th*rf#ck*r, and ain’t much changed
Open my eyes, no surprise, I’m with a different b#tch
Different day, different ass, different t#ts
Strap under my pillow, I don’t want the jit
I’m not supposed to do this sh#t, but I forget
The true principles of life are supply and demand
Guess if you never sold dope it’s hard to understand
My man got knowledge of self, at my back God
Find out today’s mathematics when that Mac go off
My temper volatile, grew up a violent child
f#ck a boy scout, I air your #ss out
n#gg#, nice chain, dice game, try your luck
Shoot a couple head cracks, leave wipe you up
I’m a fly n#gg#, my denim vintage
Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics
[Hook]
We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
n#gg#, hold up, hold on
Hold on
These n#gg#s, they watching every dime we make
Hold up, hold on
Hold on
[Verse 2]
We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view
Instead we get the D’s in the rear view
We learn to play the game how it’s supposed to be played
And so you know, you violate, you supposed to be sprayed
It’s not a big deal to me, stay calm
I’ll shoot the sh#t out of a n#gg#, then call it Barrel Bonds
But, if I don’t do this sh#t myself, bet I’ll get it done
sh#t on my n#gg#, you sh#t on me, we of one
Used to do graffiti, now look we major
Don’t make me write my name across your face with a razor
Re-Up, new joke, they say this sample the bomb
This sh#t can take a two and we cut this b#tch with a one
Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency
No lactose involved, pure propo leaf
You can sniff that or cook that to my belief
That money coming in like we run the streets
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
This sh#t go how I said, go when it’s time to expand
So say it’s over your dead body and that’s the plan
You a gangster for real, you ready to ride?
n#gg#, you gonna die a bad case of too much pride
Check my DNA, homie I’m a different kind
Hit the speed dial, that quick I’ll get ya lined
Won’t won’t your block, just cop your work from us
Those n#gg#s you call allies can’t be trust
That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch
Sometimes it’s hard as hell not to touch stuff
On the phone I heard ‘Ye smacked the sh#t outta a kid
Now Jimmy got life, gonna smack him again
When it’s war, it’ll be war to the very end
If they ever say we lose, I start it again
Let’s sneak the n#gg#s spray that Semi at your momma crib
With a silencer we couldn’t even hear that sh#t
[Hook]
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