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TRICK DADDY lyrics : "Hold On"

Hey cue that %#@! that the verse mixed up

(See what I'm sayin)


Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long

Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on

I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on


See,
See !@!@&& got me copin wit my problems
And hennessy got me hopin I could solve em

My baby mama ull of drama
Tryin to scar me
But unlike my old sorry $$# father I tried harder

My baby raised to hate her daddy
Her mammy playa hate and wishin that she had me
She hate to see me on tha street

And still on my feet
Betta yet this (*##$ wish them crackers had me
See everybody wantsa hustle

But dont nobody wanna suffer
Nobody wantsta die cuz they all bustas
And suckaz

Aint never gon have nothin
Cuz they be frontin
Gotta sacrifice

Three time for every dime they be wantin
And believe me
Being a thug it aint that easy

I once was a fool but see they had to free me
I'm undercover man
But still they aint respectin me

Tryin to get the best of me constantly stressin me

[hook]


We 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 rings

He introduced her to the finer things
Looked out started buyin her things
Minor things for the small change

And had her off the chain
And it's a awful thang
She aint even cost a thang

Even though I'm thugged out
She loved how
I did wrong for so long

And still got by
See thug money got blood on it
Plus it leave residue

Boy I'm tellin you
I put mo bread on it
I lost a homie in the stuggle right

And just the other night
Somebody tried to take my dogs life
Atempted homicide

They outside and aint gon let em ride
Dont wanna talk
And aint gon let em slide

They want war instead
They want more for dead
Rather die open fire or do life for their's

Take a life instead
Kill his wife in bed
Ten times to tha head
what tha shooter said?


[hook]

See
I thinkin bout whaen i was younger
I had to hustle in the summer

No time for cryin had to help my mama
Any time and any weather
Whatever's clever
And hardly ever never
Had to step and get my %#@! together

I left my homies in tha pen and reason being
See every man got his own sin
But I'm a always remember yall
Cuz after all yall still my dogs
And when ya jump we can still ball

My ^!$$% Ronnie, Lil Willie and Fat Fred
Big Black, My dog Sparky and Lil Ed
It be times like this
I sit around like this
Cryin bout this
Thinkin why my clicque

Gotta go and die like this
No duckin
No fearin nothin
Hearin nothin stayin rich but buggin
We call that thuggin
But dont be thuggin for nothin own somethin
Do or ya kids and ya mama

Save the drama
Young ^!$$% hold on

[hook]

Na it aint no time or no suicidal %#@! ^!$$%
While you still thinkin you a thug

You might as well go head and suffer
Cuz that's what we doin
That's what it's about
I ya forgot

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