| We sending this one out right here
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| To all the young thug and young hustlers out there
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| You know I’m sayin', grown up with their moms strugglin'
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| In the hood yo' I’m sayin', ya know how it is
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| Trying to keep it tight, you know I’m sayin'
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| Geah
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| Born and raised a black youth, no happy days
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| My moms and pops went they separate ways
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| Now she solo with half the dough, and three kids
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| No house, a damn tight situation we in
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| Hit the streets to look for work and pay
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| So her kids can have it better than she had one day
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| Try to teach me some rules, «get a’s in school
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| Keep your head up high and don’t run with the fools»
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| That was the lesson, always listen to moms
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| Bible she totin, always quotin from psalms
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| Young but I’m knowin' the right thang to do
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| Know the things to say when times is blue
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| Times is hard and really unfortunate
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| I’m young and I really don’t like the shit
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| But I dream nice things when I sleep at night
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| When I grow up I’ll make everything alright
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| Sing
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| Soultre':
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| I know it’s hard sometimes
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| But if you can make a way, you need to hold up
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| I know a better way
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| And if you can wait today it’ll be alright…
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| Eiht:
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| Now I’m 15, my life done hit a split screen
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| What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene
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| Bad dreams, young thugs and crime scenes
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| Skip school, saggin' my jeans and blow green
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| My moms don’t know where I get the shit from
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| If you keep trippin' you know the outcome
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| Laid up somewhere, or in jail
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| Makin' collect calls tryin' to make bail
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| Hell, and you know how I struggle for the cheddar
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| Before I give it away better get it together
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| My guilty conscience sayin' not no listen
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| The other have tellin' me, keep a good intention
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| Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own
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| Too much to deal with, I really don’t feel shit
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| Young thug ready to take on the world
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| Who made my life take such a twirl
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| Now my situation’s changed, no chains remain
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| Now I try to check out the game and cause pain
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| Long live the days of homeboys and straps
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| Gang of tombstones for the ones that caught caps
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| Make snaps off raps, reminiscin' of days
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| Good part is shot up while 'more bounce' plays
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| Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future
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| Keep my hands on my heat cause niggas might shoot ya
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| Rob a nigga blind, just like stevie
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| I used to do the same when a nigga was greedy
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| But my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now it’s strong
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| Now I clocks snaps, keep the street shit in my songs
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| Trying to make it up on a stage from doin' a bid
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| Trying to make a better way like she did for my kids
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| Right now watch out, keep my nose to the grind
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| Yeah boy, this world is mine
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| Geah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold Up , by - MC Eiht. Song from the album N' My Neighborhood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп