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
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
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
'Cause my whole life, I had to keep up to the beat So I hold tight, I got to get in where I fit in Hit 'em with the rhythm and when the beat goes on
track Zay-tiggy Gucci Gucci So Watch Entertainment Lets Go Chorus: They call me Chef-Boy-R.G. But hold that thought Its a Kodak Moment But hold that
will never make it here I'm making it clear You better disappear Something rotten in Denmark like in Shakespeare I suggest you hold tight to the ones you hold
the po-po No more swag, now pass the dough dough We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo I'm bout my dough, ho, so don't play with my bread Man, I
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
: Come Gangster" [Intro: Some guys talking] The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man He's
: [Intro: Guys talkin about Tech N9ne] "And the spiked red hair, and the, and, and paintin' his face..." "Whoa, hold on man, Tech is losin' it man..." "
me Sucka ass nigga why you mad at me [Verse 1] Remember late nights earn stripes servin straight white Talk shit slap box clear into the day light Might fuss may fight but stay tight
I nigga Hold up "W" get throw up when I role up And the ho's that stroll up Get the ho's that I ?? So what's the hold up Since I showed up I sew up:
: I'm the kind of brotha Who been doin' it my way Gettin' my bread for years In my career And every lover In and out my life I hear love and left the
admit Cupid got good aim, your man has been hit [Verse 2 - Usher] I'm the kinda brother Who been doin it my way, gettin my bread for years - in my career
young niggaz in the neigborhood struggling praying to god we ammount to something by living on the street where they constantly busting big Warren told us that they can't hold
fat meat is greasy And shit stank, so if you plot a lick and hit a bank And get away, or get gaffled, the very next day Don't cry, hold your head up high
caskets (caskets) Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing (maxing) [Interlude: Inspectah Deck (movie sample)] Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold
