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
Traducere: Slaughter. Stai.
Hold on to the miracle of life (Hold on) Hold on to the miracle of life Hold on to the miracle of life Hold on to the miracle of life Sacred lives,
go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz, whinin' over puss That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them Who get it on on
really somethin' good Baby if I could change, if I could change If I could change the world, the world, the world, the world There would be no more wars Opportunity knockin' on
Stop!) They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top (Stop that) (Oh she's lying!) Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor Fingerprints all on
Yeah But c'mon, check it Motherfuckin' right Let's get busy on this record So we can make the dough, shit And make girls like Kiki Shepard get naked On
pavement Fuck the B-X, I roll on fours like G-S Signed truly yours, Funk Doctor Spock, P.S. Rumble in the Jungle, I bumped into Fugees On the humble, on
before I hold yo ass contempt of court Ya honor, just be cool, let me approach that bench And sprinkle seasonin' on yo ears on how I choked that beeutch
one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early You wrong, tryin' to touch me, what type of shit you on? You better through your boots on and your inflammable suits on
hustle Why there's so many bubbles I choose to throw rocks like Barney Rubble Can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch I gots to move on, an scoot on
the gun, who is the person that is holding on? What's in his mind, where is he looking from? Isn't he the one we should be gazing on Contemplating on
Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy
to boast 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
'm caught up in deep thought again Contemplating my next plot again Swallowing the Calotapin While I'm nodding in and out on the ottoman At the Ramada Inn holding
hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades I seen the golden gates to heaven on Earth Where they don't pull a weapon on you when you stepping on
looking frail in a drop With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops And got Glocks intellectual rob behind cops On
's my turn, spur of the moment They re-produce my sperm and try to clone it, stand firm Bumping The Firm, Phone Tap, I'm on it I slaughter every opponent
