Hold On Lyrics

[Sample] Sittin' on the edge of my mind all the time [Big Pooh] Look Ma I wrote this with no hands Naw, I'm playin' Check it, I wrote this with no pens A little flow to get the doors open With your neck noddin' back like you drunk off Chopin A lot of niggas quietly hopin' I wouldn't return with the scope on them scopin' But look niggas I'm here Start chokin' There's gonna be a lot of things said that's provokin' Little dudes to get amp Where you can get crushed like an ant Turned out like a lamp And take this mothafuckin' lick with a stamp Do yourself a favor; don't fuck with the champs Cause in any division Whether that's, long or short on any decision I'm gonna be the last standin' Hand raised lookin' at the ref You gonna ? count demandin' For a rematch But I cut out the beef And guarantee you it won't be a relapse Perhaps In the crowd you can post up Take a good look nigga Get a close up We froze up Scrub niggas that rose up Your run is over Hand the fuckin' microphone up I'm through with it You can say I did it I copped a squat on you lames then took a shitted Whoa [Chorus: Big Pooh] + (Phonte) [x2] People tellin' me, they tellin' me, "Hold on" And I'm on the right track and nothin' can go wrong But each day it's gettin' harder to hold on (Man, I ain't hatin', I've been waitin' for so long) [Phonte] The realest to do it, the illest maneuvers, the plan To finish you losers that's killin' the music, the man That's known in every section They say the deadliest weapon Is Tay chillin' with a mic in the palm of his hand He's savin' rap from it's hideous state He never Get's rattled in the city of snakes One nigga say, "He don't rhyme as much" I got the Midas touch You Meineke niggas should give it a break Cause I can relate to late nights Rollin' in a dented Taurus With my man Bein' exposed to the cities horrors Goin' to open mic nights Where the audience, they did ignore us But a lot of ill shit it had taught us Like how to adapt to different people, different auras And bring messages that our forefathers brought us So even though I'm rappin' now and got thangs I don't rock chains Our ancestors did it for us I'm on some, brand-new-and-improve Phonte, 9th and Pooh on the move I mean, who would have knew? What our night time maneuvers would do A whole state of MCs inspired By the words we scribe But some times I get quiet And niggas think I'm depressed I'm just analyzin' I mean I'm strategizin' I mean I'm fantasizin' About all this money and stress Because the taste of success is so tantalizin' And some times I feel like a dope fiend without it Wakin' up in cold sweats havin' dreams about it Tryin' to tell my whole team about it Y'all niggas got to walk it My nigga, don't talk it just be about it And this is what I'm faced with all the time I'm not tryin' to be Rembrandt Just wanna to draw the line Between illusion and reality And I'ma get what's mine But I keep hearin' voices inside They be tellin' me Tellin' me...you ain't gonna make it man What? It's my motherfuckin' life nigga. Uh, c'mon [Chorus] [Phonte] And yeah we gettin' it on We gotta gettin' it on Nigga we gettin' it on Check it out now You know we gettin' it on We steady gettin' it on Big Dho is it on We gettin' it on now Big Pooh is gettin' it on 9th Wonder gettin' it on Khrysis gettin' it on We do it on now We gettin' it on You know we gettin' it on now You know...alright damn Here the mic. Shit. AiightLittle Brother - Hold On - http://motolyrics.com/little-brother/hold-on-lyrics.html