Hold on, baby, hold on I can't go on, baby, without you Hold on, baby, hold on Hold on, baby, I'll be there Hold on, hold on, hold on Oh yeah, hold
Traduzione: Macellazione. Hold On.
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game While I pluck holes in niggaz
(feat. Big Syke, E.D.I.) [2Pac] I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on
touch, a blow, a lil' bit [Bridge:] Wait a minute baby hold on, I'm just tryin to fix the camera You know, relax, ha ha h, I'm comin, yeah It's on you
E-S, 7L on the track Potent somethin' through ya bean hat Don't try to pigeon hold me baby You know the deal About to black out on these motherfuckers
wraiths pick on the visions that buzz, bet on the kitten's escape, solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier. And magnify through the samelens that set the ants on
last beer, soon she'll be ready for one more day Head for the classroom and to hell but the clock up on the wall hold the blind face of freedom [CHORUS
last beer, soon she'll be ready for one more day Head for the classroom and to hell but the clock up on the wall hold the blind face of freedom [Chorus
wait for him to come I raise the flag of courage high upon I pray to god - please my love, stay strong Their heads will roll over the field of slaughter I hold
the he said that cus when it comes to a track I stay on point like a Ku Klux hat But I'm back, and I'm out to slaughter Emcees see me, they hide there
't it Yeah uh uh, uh uh take 'em back Yeah, yo [Chief Kamachi:] Yo I'm a pharaoh my street magic been on deck I'm the north Philly Imhotep, you ain't
beat beef, Fold me, Control me It'll take more that rubbin' a log on Apollo stage to hold me Mayors don't give a damn cus they on that salaries That explains
money ain't worth what it's printed on I'm posted at the Sprint store trying to put minutes on It's flying[? ] on the same line I'm trying to do business
Joe smooth I coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand
great Mountain of Shadows, hides the aeon-weary threshold of the Astral Gate... the portal from our world, to beyond... It is said that one who holds
you to the bone Where's the ladder to success? Beefmasters, Beefmasters, know what they want They want you to suck their dicks On your way to the slaughter
sun Kill for your lord, the darkest one Men of Gondor! Elves of Lothlorien! Dwarves from the north now be strong! Keep your lines and hold on tight!