You've really got a hold on me You've really got a hold on me, baby I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me I
it on a paper status You best believe on twenty G's girl you a paper magnet And other playas wanna knock ya like a Nakamichi They playin soccer kickin
superstar seminar (background: "Don't even fuck with me") Titled "Don't Fuck With Me" Luckily, got a sunny disposition [Pot to missin?] But try dissin', you'll be posthumous You
has a day When they're criticized for something But hold on to what you believe [Bridge] Tell me what you're hiding from Everybody's on the run Movin' so fast got
light shining into the night Everybody has a day When you're critized for something But hold on to what you believe Tell me what you're hiding from Everybody's on
nothing's bothering me. Even though half you people got a fucking problem with me. You hate it but you know respect you?ve got to give me The press's
you can't move me I find my space at the top I got this rap shit locked I've never heard of you You've heard of me, I'll murder you Spit shells at your
the Lord's true word to break his hold, Trouble nabs you So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me. You got to listen closely." Don't let the devil catch
you It takes the Lord's true word to break his hold, Trouble nabs you So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me. You got to listen closely." Don't let
the masses, solid liquid gasses Gather to a bomb explosion, Sony eruption Frontin' on Pelon, Lei Long'll get you swung on Long barrel spinning rims on
rappers be board, you niggas still couldn't play me So save the drama for your mommy and your poppy When I hit the track up a mad truck couldn't stop me To all you
you see me walk around like nothin's botherin' me Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me You hate it but you know respect you've got
you a believer in miracles? (Music it?s all magic, you can?t even hold it) Do you notice and recognize miracles? It?s just there in the air, are you a
grabs you, it takes the Lord's true word To break his hold, trouble nabs you So I say, you got to listen mostly to me You got to listen closely Don't
solo I'll go Now you're just boring me to death I've got a cataract focused on a shaky conscience at best (shaky guest) I've got to make up my mind
myself so clear Like a light shining into the night Everybody has a day When they're criticized for something But hold on to what you believe Tell me what you