Letras:
Bread Hold Tight

Hold tight I wanna dance with you this whole night I hope the music never slows up I hope this place don't never close up Hold tight 'Cause you're the

me and act like I'm your homie... [Chorus: Case (50 Cent)] Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on...) Hold on tight and don't let

Well, Well I Never Sold Out, I Can Do What I Want To My Baby Momma Want Money? I Never Hold Out Hey, B*Tch Hold Up You Tried To Leave Me All Fortied Up

might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight

I tie my hands up to a chair so I don?t fall that way. Yeah yeah and I?m alright. I took a sip of something poison but I?ll hold on tight. You know those

I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way. Yeah yeah and I'm alright. I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight. You know those

the end of '93 I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me? Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let

no Looking in my mirror Thinking 'bout last night I can't help but see you Running often through my mind Chorus You were saying "Mary... ...Don't let go, hold tight" I just wanna hold

like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold