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| IRV GOTTI Miscellaneous Hold on feat. Chink Santana [ad-libs] Yeah... another day.. Another motherfuckin' dollar.. But look, nigga... It's how we do Livin' in the ghetto, ooh, ooh [chorus] Livin' life up on the corner Slangin' rocks and smokin' weed From a eightball to a G Worked my way to a ki All I can try to do is hold on Caught up in the struggle Seems the only way to be Never gone find no peace Till the day they bury me All I can try to do is be strong [verse one] And nigga, you can find me Hangin' up on the corner Or layin' up in the cut Tryin' to get my motherfuckin' money right My hammer right beside me And I really don't give a fuck If somebody gotta die tonight Cause look... nigga, my pocket full of stones Is everything I own And this is all I do, all I do A nigga straight hustlin' everyday to get through, get through [chorus] [verse two] Gotta be on the lookout for them stick-up boys Cause when they come They be straight hemmin' niggas up And it really all about takin' that money, man If they catch me, they betta kill me Ain't comin' out like no punk Shit, can't let no nigga take nothin' from me, man Cause look, yo... they steppin' in my zone And infiltratin' my home And what the fuck would you do? If a nigga straight... took ya cake And tried to break you, break you [chorus] [bridge] I wish that I could let it go How we in the struggle and hustlin' just to make it out the ghetto I wish that I could let it go I wish that we ain't have to be so canivin' just to make it out the ghetto I wish that I could let it go How my niggas in the pen doin' time just to make it out the ghetto I wish that I could let it go I wish that genocide wasn't survivin' just to make it out the ghetto [verse three] Everyday is just weed, rocks, and pistols, cops comin' to git you When niggas that wanna put you on shirts readin', "We Miss You" Everything I been through, nothin' but issues Tired of goin' to funerals and passin' moms the tissue Getcha prayer in ya life, it's hard to listen When there ain't nothin' fair in ya life It's God that's missin', that's what they be tellin' me And I try to wait but He be takin' so long I'll probably catch another felony, inhalin' weed Keepin' me broke, though, I slangs my coke I probably push less weight than the trees I smoke And ain't no hope for tomorrow, hot, heavy wit sorrow Cause my peers bring tears from findin' em full of hollows I know you probably goin' through the same thang The same pain, cause we caught up in the same game And don't a damn thang change, nigga, bump this song Cause you strong and you ain't alone, nigga... just try to hold on |
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