hope is gone Don't loose faith and just keep holding on and on and on Keep holding on and on and on and on and on Verse 2: But sometimes I feel alone
bone till I semen Chorus T3 But sometimes I feel alone on these streets It gets cold in these streets My heart and soul on these streets I lost my moms so I hold
' on you gotta keep keep holdin' on keep holdin' on Just keep holdin' on you gotta keep keep holdin' on keep holdin' on yo Keep holdin' on you gotta keep keep holdin' on
Tradução: Slum Village. Keep Holding On.
holdin' on you gotta keep keep holdin' on keep holdin' on Just keep holdin' on you gotta keep keep holdin' on keep holdin' on yo Keep holdin' on you gotta keep keep holdin' on
most-semi-niggas Keep on ke-ke-ke-keep burnin ohh ohhh [Chorus] And my mind say... Keep it On, Rockin this beat, Ya'll You don't stop Keep it On You
it, do it, do it, do it... Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come, on... Do it, do it , do it, come on, come on, do it do it... [
, Hold it to me your fucking cash's about to slee. I'm a show you all how to emcee, see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams, i rock with melody, on
about that Any more suggestions? You in the back, yeah you You should rap more on beat, you should rap more street And never ever get your mack on please
Now, Question. How y'all gonna be hating on me? Criticizing, debating on me When I got you're baby mama waitin on me While you down on one knee I'
's got a hold on me Your so extraordinary Somethings who's got a hold on me If this feeling has emotion.. Someone who's got a hold on me [Verse 1] Rumble
got me saying Hell No when he said he had to go I was hiding clothes and play fighting with children We were clashing Titans till weight we were losing I had Slum Village ablum on
about? Young guns and dum-dums Slum bums and sons Askin' niggas where they come from Get him for his one, um Sunshine, its crunch time Stranded on the
he said he had to go I was hiding clothes And play fighting like children We were clashing our Titans Till weight we were losing I had Slum Village album on
helicopters, in a village raid Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade I'm highly intoxicating your mind, when I'm operating On cell
Hold your breath yeah yeah (YAH) woahh ohh ohhh ohhh oh yeah im feelin like im whippin in a Porsche girl you all up in my thoughts its simple & reinforced
like hoes on the curb for dick On an urge to trick, for them services Call me sir or if you prefer to diss get turned and twist Whoa nervousness I curse and piss, on
like a Kodak, what I mean, a photograph MY MIND, had me runnin for telegraph FOR YOU, OHHHH, for our conversation we would fuck On the roof hit a tantrum, say mama hold
