Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy - Hold On

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Hey cue that shit 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 marijuana 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 ass 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 bitch 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


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?



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 shit 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 nigga 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 nigga hold on


Na it aint no time or no suicidal shit nigga

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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