歌曲 | Hold On |
歌手 | Lil' Kim |
专辑 | The Notorious Kim |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Oh how it hurts, like child birth | |
The wounds heal slow, you just don't know | |
At times, I don't know what to say | |
And all I do is pray, day to day | |
But still, I feel my strength might die | |
Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry | |
Even when I close my eyes, I still see it | |
Damn, I just don't believe it | |
The bad times I buried, like the cemetery | |
Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries | |
A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death | |
Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath | |
You killas, caused a lotta devastation | |
You have no idea what you did to this nation | |
I ****in' hate you, excuse my frustration | |
But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just | |
[Mary J. Blige - Chorus] | |
Don't you give up, be strong | |
Hold on, hold on | |
Things are gonna get better | |
Tough times, they last so long | |
Hold on, hold on | |
If you believe, they will get better | |
[Kim - Verse Two] | |
Frank White, the man with the money and the fame | |
Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name | |
I been with my nigga before he came in the game | |
No one's, no V's, we used to take the train | |
Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties | |
I guess back then we was real nobodies | |
But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch | |
I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him | |
Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up | |
But still got love for your kids | |
Even wrote ?m in my will | |
And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal | |
No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill | |
Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal | |
If I'm ****ed up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels | |
Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married | |
Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried | |
So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes | |
Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ' | |
Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo | |
Cuz trust me, I know it's sad but you got to... | |
[Repeat Chorus] | |
[Kim - Verse Three] | |
So I guess you know the story of how it all ends | |
Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends | |
One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens | |
D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD | |
My whole B.I. family, remind me of you | |
We miss you so much, I love you so much | |
Never thought life without you would be so rough | |
But I know we gon make it | |
We ain't happy, but we fakin' | |
And to New York, thanks for the support | |
And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land | |
This is somethin' young kids just won't understand | |
How they took away this beautiful man | |
Who shared so many memories | |
I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long | |
It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight | |
So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White |
Oh how it hurts, like child birth | |
The wounds heal slow, you just don' t know | |
At times, I don' t know what to say | |
And all I do is pray, day to day | |
But still, I feel my strength might die | |
Like right now, I' m tryin' hard not to cry | |
Even when I close my eyes, I still see it | |
Damn, I just don' t believe it | |
The bad times I buried, like the cemetery | |
Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries | |
A lotta people eatin' off of one man' s death | |
Don' t you worry B. I., I' ma ride to my last breath | |
You killas, caused a lotta devastation | |
You have no idea what you did to this nation | |
I in' hate you, excuse my frustration | |
But just when I' m about to quit, God tells me to just | |
Mary J. Blige Chorus | |
Don' t you give up, be strong | |
Hold on, hold on | |
Things are gonna get better | |
Tough times, they last so long | |
Hold on, hold on | |
If you believe, they will get better | |
Kim Verse Two | |
Frank White, the man with the money and the fame | |
Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name | |
I been with my nigga before he came in the game | |
No one' s, no V' s, we used to take the train | |
Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties | |
I guess back then we was real nobodies | |
But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch | |
I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him | |
Had beef with yo wife that ain' t patched up | |
But still got love for your kids | |
Even wrote ? m in my will | |
And I' ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal | |
No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill | |
Shit is real, baby, there ain' t no appeal | |
If I' m ed up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels | |
Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married | |
Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried | |
So to my ladies, don' t think I haven' t walked in yo shoes | |
Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ' | |
Here' s my shoulder, you can lean on this boo | |
Cuz trust me, I know it' s sad but you got to... | |
Repeat Chorus | |
Kim Verse Three | |
So I guess you know the story of how it all ends | |
Depressed, stressed, don' t know who' s my real friends | |
One thing' s for sure, I can count on my mens | |
DRoc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD | |
My whole B. I. family, remind me of you | |
We miss you so much, I love you so much | |
Never thought life without you would be so rough | |
But I know we gon make it | |
We ain' t happy, but we fakin' | |
And to New York, thanks for the support | |
And all our real fans, I' m shoutin' out the whole land | |
This is somethin' young kids just won' t understand | |
How they took away this beautiful man | |
Who shared so many memories | |
I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long | |
It' s been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight | |
So here' s a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White |
Oh how it hurts, like child birth | |
The wounds heal slow, you just don' t know | |
At times, I don' t know what to say | |
And all I do is pray, day to day | |
But still, I feel my strength might die | |
Like right now, I' m tryin' hard not to cry | |
Even when I close my eyes, I still see it | |
Damn, I just don' t believe it | |
The bad times I buried, like the cemetery | |
Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries | |
A lotta people eatin' off of one man' s death | |
Don' t you worry B. I., I' ma ride to my last breath | |
You killas, caused a lotta devastation | |
You have no idea what you did to this nation | |
I in' hate you, excuse my frustration | |
But just when I' m about to quit, God tells me to just | |
Mary J. Blige Chorus | |
Don' t you give up, be strong | |
Hold on, hold on | |
Things are gonna get better | |
Tough times, they last so long | |
Hold on, hold on | |
If you believe, they will get better | |
Kim Verse Two | |
Frank White, the man with the money and the fame | |
Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name | |
I been with my nigga before he came in the game | |
No one' s, no V' s, we used to take the train | |
Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties | |
I guess back then we was real nobodies | |
But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch | |
I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him | |
Had beef with yo wife that ain' t patched up | |
But still got love for your kids | |
Even wrote ? m in my will | |
And I' ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal | |
No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill | |
Shit is real, baby, there ain' t no appeal | |
If I' m ed up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels | |
Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married | |
Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried | |
So to my ladies, don' t think I haven' t walked in yo shoes | |
Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ' | |
Here' s my shoulder, you can lean on this boo | |
Cuz trust me, I know it' s sad but you got to... | |
Repeat Chorus | |
Kim Verse Three | |
So I guess you know the story of how it all ends | |
Depressed, stressed, don' t know who' s my real friends | |
One thing' s for sure, I can count on my mens | |
DRoc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD | |
My whole B. I. family, remind me of you | |
We miss you so much, I love you so much | |
Never thought life without you would be so rough | |
But I know we gon make it | |
We ain' t happy, but we fakin' | |
And to New York, thanks for the support | |
And all our real fans, I' m shoutin' out the whole land | |
This is somethin' young kids just won' t understand | |
How they took away this beautiful man | |
Who shared so many memories | |
I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long | |
It' s been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight | |
So here' s a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White |