Testi:
The Living End Hold Up

t nobody speak Everybody on the floor Don't mess around with me Put it in the bag boys Then we're on our way All the money in the bag We'll count it up

nobody speak Everybody on the floor Don't mess around with me Put it in the bag boys Then we're on our way All the money in the bag We'll count it up

Dreams of living life, without shame, are fading away. I've suffered. Pieces of regret are, slowly, buliding up in me. I've suffered. Break me open

you So grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin And uhh, throw up that finger Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up! Thug style baby, Thug style y'know?

. Hold my head against the wall. Learn the right from wrong. They say my ghetto intrumental, Dextrimental to kids. As if they can't see the misery in which they live

Be true to you for me that there's no one bigger cause they can all suck dick Cause strictly 4 my niggaz (Chorus) This is for the critics if you live up pick up

out of the flood - the sign - listen to the lies that cut You up inside - and the blood will stain our lives If I could... I'm at the end of my rope

paramedics get you up feeling [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me I aim straight for your head, so don't push me Fill your ass up

Yo.. one-two.. it's only right baby 7L.. these cats are easy kills It's dangerous, yo, check, yo [Esoteric] This type of cat live, like a psycho-hyperactive