yourself When you lost all hope an' excuses An' the cheap skates an' the losers Nothing's left to cling on to Gotta hold on Gotta hold on Hold on Hold on
break of day When you've lost all hope And excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling on to You gotta hold on... Hold on to
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the break of day When you've lost all hope And excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling on to You gotta hold on... Hold on
persevere As I reach the break of day When you've lost all hope And excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling on to You gotta hold on... Hold on
the rain The sky is green, greener than a Gardener's dream, the grass is green Together they sing Gaily, gaily, glee, gaily, glee, gaily, gaily, glee Green
off the words I say Because this type of pimpin' happens every day My mind's blown off fine champagne So bent on currency, got green in my vein So damn
To old Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck Cops roll up on
came up on a mill And I got 'em sweepin' and pickin' up tags off the floor Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall On the glimmer with
through the motions. Hold out and hold up; Hold down the window. Outbound, river, Hold out the morning that comes into view. Bluetail, tailfly. River running right on
runs things, they easy. Believe me, Ia??m running hard Obama to Hillary. It aina??t over, got my *green *and *celery. Ita??s on my dice, ita??s on my
I'm 20 feet tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get green, my flow sickening It's the king nigga Put me on anything still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on
to use it So I'm trapped up against the wall Watchin' y'all niggas plottin' on me Tryin' ah, catch me up in that robbery Put they mob on me and do ah job on
soul Got to smoke that sticky, smelly stuff But I just can't get enough Smoke it, hit it, pass it to the next man Let him choke, smoke but don't hold on Don't hold on, on
stuck on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and
