| 歌曲 | Hold On |
| 歌手 | Lil' Kim |
| 专辑 | The Notorious Kim |
| 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 |