Mc Eiht - Hold Up Lyrics
Eiht:We sending this one out right hereTo all the young thug and young hustlers out thereYou know Im sayin, grown up with their moms strugglinIn the hood yo Im sayin, ya know how it isTrying to keep it tight, you know Im sayinGeahBorn and raised a black youth, no happy daysMy moms and pops went they separate waysNow she solo with half the dough, and three kidsNo house, a damn tight situation we inHit the streets to look for work and paySo her kids can have it better than she had one dayTry to teach me some rules, get as in schoolKeep your head up high and dont run with the foolsThat was the lesson, always listen to momsBible she totin, always quotin from psalmsYoung but Im knowin the right thang to doKnow the things to say when times is blueTimes is hard and really unfortunateIm young and I really dont like the shitBut I dream nice things when I sleep at nightWhen I grow up Ill make everything alrightSingSoultre:I know its hard sometimesBut if you can make a way, you need to hold upI know a better wayAnd if you can wait today itll be alright...Eiht:Now Im 15, my life done hit a split screenWhat used to be a good kid struck a bad geneBad dreams, young thugs and crime scenesSkip school, saggin my jeans and blow greenMy moms dont know where I get the shit fromIf you keep trippin you know the outcomeLaid up somewhere, or in jailMakin collect calls tryin to make bailHell, and you know how I struggle for the cheddarBefore I give it away better get it togetherMy guilty conscience sayin not no listenThe other have tellin me, keep a good intentionAw shit, a nigga need a mind of his ownToo much to deal with, I really dont feel shitYoung thug ready to take on the worldWho made my life take such a twirlCmonChorus...Now my situations changed, no chains remainNow I try to check out the game and cause painLong live the days of homeboys and strapsGang of tombstones for the ones that caught capsMake snaps off raps, reminiscin of daysGood part is shot up while more bounce playsMissin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the futureKeep my hands on my heat cause niggas might shoot yaRob a nigga blind, just like stevieI used to do the same when a nigga was greedyBut my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now its strongNow I clocks snaps, keep the street shit in my songsTrying to make it up on a stage from doin a bidTrying to make a better way like she did for my kidsRight now watch out, keep my nose to the grindYeah boy, this world is mineGeahChorus...
