m getting by" And hold on (Hold on) A change is coming (Change is coming) Hold on (Hold on) Don't you worry (Don't worry 'bout a thing) Hold on (Hold on
by And I hold on Hold On A change is coming Change is coming Hold on Hold on Don't you worry Don't worry bout a thing Hold on Hold on You can make it
getting by And I hold on Hold On A change is coming Change is coming Hold on Hold on Don't you worry Don't worry bout a thing Hold on Hold on You can
chicken with the train train Unh huh huh, unh huh huh, yeah Hold 'em up! Here we go All the hicks and chicks feel the flow Big black train comin 'round
get on a song I *tie coo?* I just went and brought another home Who you stuntin on? I'm never off, I set it off, and you were never on What's there to
stomach 'cause my tummy kinda aches Like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate Wait, back to the enemy of the state Is the Republicans or Democratic candidate Debate, now, even the black box hold
man die I hear you breathin' but your heart no longer sounds strong But you kinda scared to die and so you hold on And you keep on blackin' out and your pulse is
my blackness, Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness, You better believe everytime we come, we come hard, The undisputed truth is that the black
it is Come on, come on, that's just the way it is Things will never be the same, that's just the way it is Aww, yeah Come on, come on, that's just
, my rhymes is eulogy A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin' me A black and blue emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked stupidly That lack skills, like the black
duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, slides and attacks like a vulture Ghostface and Madison Square is on your poster Yes, the shit is raw, comin
' it on the outside Thank not then, won't ya open up ya mouth right, but who cares? I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris
on this track SPM is the producer With the laws standing on the roof Drop the flows in the booth And drop the top on the coupe Ain't no stoppin' the dude
slowin' up for southern reasons, The heat is comin', it's comin' to get'cha, I catch'cha slippin' in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha Hold up, that three is
my treasure at the lottery Blues in my pockets rain on the fair the weighs Are buildin' blacks on a bit of an air Facin' a photo a beauty is there tears on
da Not a Blood or a Crip but I put drugs on the strip Put dubs on the whip, got bigger guns than the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip Won't stop
