| Hold your head
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| Put your head to the sky
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| For my ankle bracelet niggas (Hang on)
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| 25 to life niggas
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| Outlawz hang on (Hang on)
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| Hang on
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| All my thugs hang on (Hang on)
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| Hang on (Hang on)
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| Yeah
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| Verse 1: Young Noble
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| For all my thug niggas I got on the block (Hang on)
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| For all the little homies running from the cops (Hang on)
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| If you a fiend around the way coked out (Hang on)
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| If you a ex-drug dealer smoked out (Hang on)
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| If you a soldier locked down in the hole (Hang on)
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| No heat in your house and its cold (Hang on)
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| No job just got laid off (Hang on)
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| You did your verse but we taking you off (Hang on)
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| You had your ears all ready for the Lawz (Hang on)
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| And if you think about sniffing that rock (Hang on)
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| You about to hop in your homies stolen car (Hang on)
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| You got a dream to be a big rap star (Hang on)
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| You gotta hustle but you keep getting robbed (Hang on)
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| And now you paying for protection from the mob (Hang on)
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| Your baby mama want half of your check (Hang on)
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| And your little homies give you no respect (Hang on)
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| And now you waiting for your time to come around (Hang on)
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| Be offered work and you turning it down (Hang on)
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| And now your homies looking at you all funny (Hang on)
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| You been clocking for 12 years and no money (Hang on)
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| Chorus: Young Noble
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| Hang on
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| If you’re out in the cold with nowhere to go you gotta (Hang on)
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| You 15 and you feel real old youngster (Hang on)
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| You only 21 and you ain’t even coming home soldier (Hang on)
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| Four kids and make enough to feed one homie (Hang on)
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| Verse 2: Young Noble
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| Hang on
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| If you a thug (Hang on)
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| You on drugs (Hang on)
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| You took slugs (Hang on)
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| You shed blood (Hang on)
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| You got it bad (Hang on)
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| You niggas mad (Hang on)
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| You unprotected
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| Hand on
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| And now she pregnant (Hang on)
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| You pop shit and you don’t even got a glock (Hang on)
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| You from the streets and you don’t even got a block (Hang on)
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| You got the nerve to try to criticize me (Hang on)
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| Trying to judge the Young N-O-B-L-E (Hang on)
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| My homie Swift locked down right now (Hang on)
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| You got dough for some pounds right now (Hang on)
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| Too many niggas on your block for you to eat (Hang on)
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| Them out of town niggas steady trying to creep (Hang on)
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| Verse 3: Ya Yo
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| If you single 'cause your man ain’t shit (Hang on)
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| Independent ain’t pressed for the dick (Hang on)
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| Kool-Aid money with Cristal taste (Hang on)
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| You ain’t think that I will punch you in your face (Hang on)
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| All my ladies in the struggle like me (Hang on)
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| All my ladies trying to bubble like me (Hang on)
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| You go to school or you strip for a living (Hang on) |