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
Tradução: Masacre. Hold On.
feat. Big Syke, E.D.I.) [2Pac] I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the
like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game While I pluck holes in niggaz
, a blow, a lil' bit [Bridge:] Wait a minute baby hold on, I'm just tryin to fix the camera You know, relax, ha ha h, I'm comin, yeah It's on you got
unseen by most eyes. I don't know what it was that made a piece of him die took a boy to the forest, slaughtered him with a scythe. Stamped on his
: I'm right here in front of you and I can't stop sh-sh-shaking I can't stop sh-sh-shaking. come on and hold me still did my heart love until now cause
: (feat. Nick Martin from Underminded) i'm right here in front of you and i can't stop sh-sh-shaking i can't stop sh-sh-shaking. come on and hold me
I stir the hearts of the wisest by the fools I will always be feared my Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... on
fear takes hold Creeping up the stairs in the dark Waiting for the death blow Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot Fighting for freedom on the television Sharing the world with slaughtered
. Ski] I'm on the loose like 2Pac I'm juiced God bless the dead But I'm already dead from trauma to the head I'm a verbal Manslaughter on the Mic Bumpin
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 other hand get
on the brink Who?ll be left to pick our bones clean And the vultures swarm high above Ready to feed of the last of us Sacrificial lambs Lead to the slaughter
term COP really stands for Cappin Our Peeps They shot a 40 round, are brother got slaughtered down We push thru the border now, Jahad hold it born down
force submission, on my command, fix bayonets! We know what we're made of. Our number is the last We hold our line, for the cause that we so love We must hold
earth and face our Harsh reality. Will death be low mist that Hangs on the sea? We run from the evil tongues, rash Judgements, selfish men Never to be seen on