Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Hold My Own , by - 50/50 TwinRelease date: 05.11.2007
Song language: English
I Hold My Own |
| I hold my own, I ain’t worried bout you |
| M-O-E is what it is, when I do what I do |
| Money over everything, except family and God |
| Heater on my lap, swanging down the boulevard |
| I never knew that it would be later, but I’m living proof |
| Fo' clips and a click of gorillas, can show the world the Truth |
| So they say my attitude, is the reason I won’t make it out Houston Texas |
| I’m a Asshole to the death, huh better leave me in Houston Texas |
| I ride for the one and only, Mr. Robert Davis |
| Who A.K.A. |
| the King of the H, so you niggas know who the greatest |
| Don’t make me watch what happened, it ain’t no more doing no songs |
| Until they give that at me touched, and I still feel like you in the wrong |
| They better get back cause I’m back in the zone, I pack chrome blown no better |
| give me my space |
| Unless you wanna see em I get deep when I’m about to click, giving hands to |
| your face |
| Ain’t too much, niggas done got me back to the corner ready to for the mail |
| I wanna get to heaven, but right now I’m still creeping through hell |
| That’s why it’s finna be drama, till the day that I decide |
| That I’m sick of giving em drama, niggas gon learn |
| A arrogant Asshole, can really be a problem to motherfuckers |
| Empty the clip, and get to squabbing you motherfuckers for real |
| Don’t get beside yourself nigga, unless you wanna suffer the consequence |
| I promise you bout to get beat the fuck up, for trying to push your confidence |
| The pain is a given, but still I choose to play it even against the odds |
| I’ma be one to take the chance, put these niggas off in they place like broads |
| Half of the time, it be the hate to make these niggas think they can try ya |
| Till they see you bout your gangsta, now they ass scared to get by ya |
| Gorillas don’t play, even amongst eachother we gon be |
| Fuck around and I call the coach, just watch how fast you lose your teeth |
| I’m heated and on the daily, I wake up on the wrong side of the bed |
| From what they said, off of my actions I’ll be headed for dead |
| It is what it is, no excuse and no apologizing |
| Just dedication from the fuck-you finger, I’m emphasizing |
| I’m A.B.N., I make my own rules to live the streets |
| Ford and Berry got a problem, cause he done all that ain’t gon stop the heat |
| It’s gonna be a ride, so it’s best to buckle your belt together |
| Fuck Sonny bitch, you about to witness some crucial weather |
| Hot days under the sun, voice meter pack guns |
| Refusing to tuck my tail, turned me into a Don |
| Many missions are to come, I feel like they won |
| Me losing a fight ever, I recall one |
| Northside to the South, real recognize real |
| My words touch your gut, then you feel like I feel |
| This S.L.A.B. |
| and Roc-4-Roc, why stop cause a hater hate |
| Camera on the bumper, peeping robbers as I navigate |
| Agitate or eritate 50, is a no-no |
| Leave your ass laying on the street, like a hobo |
| Tipping on five fo’s, one on the trunk |
| Six 15's bump, make my rearview jump |
| License plate not crooked, looking good gripping wood |
| It’s the same in every hood, time to eat and get full |
| Hustle till I fall asleep, then I dream about money |
| Money talk bullshit walk, you fronting |