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Текст песни Trick Daddy - Hold On

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Hey cue that shit that the verse mixed up(See what I`m sayin)Gotsta hold onI been trapped for so longGotsta hold onI been trapped for so longGotsta hold onI been trapped for so longGotsta hold onSee,See marijuana got me copin wit my problemsAnd hennessy got me hopin I could solve emMy baby mama ull of dramaTryin to scar meBut unlike my old sorry ass father I tried harderMy baby raised to hate her daddyHer mammy playa hate and wishin that she had meShe hate to see me on tha streetAnd still on my feetBetta yet this bitch wish them crackers had meSee everybody wantsa hustleBut dont nobody wanna sufferNobody wantsta die cuz they all bustasAnd suckazAint never gon have nothinCuz they be frontinGotta sacrificeThree time for every dime they be wantinAnd believe meBeing a thug it aint that easyI once was a fool but see they had to free meI`m undercover manBut still they aint respectin meTryin to get the best of me constantly stressin mehookWe gotta hold on (hold on)See you must be strong (so strong)Against thug happiness (gotsta hold on)You can go wrong (i been trapped for so long)For my homies in the hood (gotsta hold on)What will you do (i been trapped or so long)Which life will you choose (gotsta hold on)(I been trapped for so long)See big daddy gave her diamond ringsHe introduced her to the finer thingsLooked out started buyin her thingsMinor things for the small changeAnd had her off the chainAnd it`s a awful thangShe aint even cost a thangEven though I`m thugged outShe loved howI did wrong for so longAnd still got bySee thug money got blood on itPlus it leave residueBoy I`m tellin youI put mo bread on itI lost a homie in the stuggle rightAnd just the other nightSomebody tried to take my dogs lifeAtempted homicideThey outside and aint gon let em rideDont wanna talkAnd aint gon let em slideThey want war insteadThey want more for deadRather die open fire or do life for their`sTake a life insteadKill his wife in bedTen times to tha headwhat tha shooter said?hookSeeI thinkin bout whaen i was youngerI had to hustle in the summerNo time for cryin had to help my mamaAny time and any weatherWhatever`s cleverAnd hardly ever neverHad to step and get my shit togetherI left my homies in tha pen and reason beingSee every man got his own sinBut I`m a always remember yallCuz after all yall still my dogsAnd when ya jump we can still ballMy nigga Ronnie, Lil Willie and Fat FredBig Black, My dog Sparky and Lil EdIt be times like thisI sit around like thisCryin bout thisThinkin why my clicqueGotta go and die like thisNo duckinNo fearin nothinHearin nothin stayin rich but bugginWe call that thugginBut dont be thuggin for nothin own somethinDo or ya kids and ya mamaSave the dramaYoung nigga hold onhookNa it aint no time or no suicidal shit niggaWhile you still thinkin you a thugYou might as well go head and sufferCuz that`s what we doinThat`s what it`s aboutI ya forgot

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