back so many memories My heart skips a beat when I think of the past But I wont let your actions hold me back I'm holding on I cant keep holding myself
my mojo was active Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t I'm on to the new act, on to my
your breath And the space between the things you know is blurring nonetheless When you try to speak but you make no sound And the words you want are out
't hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up It's like the music will literally stop time Hold up, hold up, hold up We roll up, 20
in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold
Uh ah uh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhahaha Check it out Flipmode squad Raw deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama
pop Drop like a helicop Pay attention on me While I show you the scenario You're charming me boy You boy, you're charming me Just like this beat is gonna do On
cure hold up, low packs like I got cancer choking on them white boys make a black panther love my women with high heels and high standards and only cheat on
stay with me once a year And on New Years I drive down to be with them Though I'm happy often I feel lonely But when I speak I hear my wife speak Don
come down tonight I hold on to worry so tight It's safe in here right next to my heart Who now shouts at the top of her voice Let me go, let me out,
HOOK:] hold up let me fix my hat hold up, hold up let me fix my hat, fix my hat hold up, hold up let me fix my hat hold up, hold up, hold up my hat, my
see, download CBT on an mp3 Speak clearly what I'm sayin' so you'll comprehend Hit the net for hick-hop radio, tune in Rollin' like thunder on the scene
speak, I speak to few Just give me the money and who the fuck to do Four blocks away my aim's clean Night scope on a silence carbine Place my cross hairs
should put it on this record Yaknahmsayin'? Man go ahead and kick it man Let the people know what's happenin' man You know brothers out there sellin' out man Why they goin' out
make sure you smell just like me Mark my, mark my, mark my, mark my territory When I'm gone You're holding my pillows I was on You're talking to me on
us all out to play Turned his back and all God's children Crept out the back door And it's hard to love There's so much to hate Hanging on to hope When
game got me, hold up Here we go again Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs And the bad *** all on him 'Cause the cars that
(anderson/squire/white/howe/wakeman) Don't forget to seek out the world If you want to stay [stake out] Your actions speak much louder than words And
