Hold On Songtext
von Fo’ Clips Eclipse

Hold on, hold on
We got to hold on, hold on
Hold on, we got to hold on
Hold on, we got to hold on

Just another young brotha in the streets tryna hold on
Far from the top so you know I gotta stay strong
Kicked out the house at a young age
Peer pressure from my homies made a nutcase
So I soothed my soul by a fat sack of indo
Creep to the back then I bust me a slow note

Wonderin′ why did I get treated like this
I identify 'cause moms went elsewhere to kick it
Peep this, it gets deeper and deeper
Folks change they ways when they see a brotha come up

But I kept stompin′, givin' up Compton
And it's on, ′cause a young G held on

Hold on, hold on
Hold on, we got to hold on

Now bein′ real is the only way you can deal with me


Learned game from game and now I'm sucka free

Keep away from those that talk what they don′t know
Pack my heat and run on a solo
Brothas in the street, yeah they crack me up

Talk a lotta game, but they can't back it up
So pack that mess on the shelf
′Cause you unhappy with yourself
I can't help if that′s the way the cards was dealt
Some people just so strange
Start makin' ends, then they wanna change
Talkin' to me ′cause a brotha had a hit LP
But when I was walkin′ you couldn't pick me up in the street
I understand that this is a messed up society
So wrong, that′s why we gotta hold on

Hold on, hold on
Hold on, we got to hold on
We got to hold on, we got to hold on


Now we gon' hold on, hands tight on the pistol grip
Brotha wanna trip ′cause a young G clock a grip
We can take it to the land of funk if you wanna
Spittin' heavy hits, have you clipped in a coma
Ain′t no stoppin' me, somethin' for them East and them Westside Gs
Catch the funk on your dial, 92.3
Or you could see me dippin′ through Compton

Give up a pound ′cause you know my hit's bumpin′
The funk will never die long as I stay alive
So you could roll with me in your Cut 65
So hold on, I send a message through your mobile phone
Stand strong 'cause you know it′s on
A young G finsta ride for the city

Compton 'til I die and never feel no pity
Comin′ up quick in this game called survival
Clock me a G and stay the hell away from 5-0, hold on

Hold on, we got to hold on
We got to hold on, we got to hold on
Hold on, we got to hold on
Hold on, we got to hold on
Oh, we got to hold on
We got to hold on, we got to hold on
We got to hold on, we got to hold on