days (But I'm coming) So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz I'm coming). You're so messing with your way (But I'm coming) So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz
we can be undone We could be undone You're talking now And I'm hearin' everything that you say And I'm holding on is a real phrase And it's dragging
the feeling's close to none All that passion running rampant sounds like fun But when the trouble starts I've heard of broken hearts A hackneyed phrase
my born, I know I'm born to do it wrong So when I'm gone, life goes on Tell my mother, when she on the front row, hold her head up Shed no tears, and
nothing I like. Need to keep on kickin and walkin the other way. Please stay outta my face, I ain't got nothing to say, except Ay Bay Bay I say that in every phrase
there, Well it's no one there no! Wish you loved me for eternity, Or leave right at the door! Chorus: ....like they used to I wanna be singing this song, ...just hold on
'm always pacing around or walking away I keep drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
always pacing around or walking away I keep drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
'm always pacing around or walking away I'm drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
'm in it to win it and not for the wealth Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself And me and Kweli on
, any minute Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone Hello? Jackson here Ya, what, you found Manuel Noreaga in the Philippines? He has a mansion? Okay, we on it, on
boat Cause I would go deep Yes down deeper low Right next to the P like L M N O There is no expression No word or phrase I know That would accurately
in your heart to stay And maybe we can make it Maybe we can make it right Or maybe if you hold on And if you hold on Maybe give me one more day Find
I like to tease They started chantin' my name, I said, "Ladies please" I grabbed my friends and hopped in my Benz Grabbed on Martini and Rossi passed out to my posse Things were lookin' good, I had plans for later on
competition respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death Controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all I spit phrases
nobody till somebody kills you Check out the fisad On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car Bentley
's in it And live the phrase Sky's The Limit Motherfucker, see you chumps on top Sky?s the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin? on
when I'm the best? I guess so I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touching I gang pound on these clowns like a hundred something But hold the prophecy
