the shadows of the night Hold on and try to fly Hold on like wings in the sky So hold on I tried to fly So hold on
the inner strength of mine Hold on and try to fly Hold on like wings in the sky Hold on we tried to fly So hold on All the dreams are over In the
Vertaling: Mob Reëls. Hold On (Reprise).
Vertaling: Mob Reëls. Hold On.
the chi, here it go like this [verse 1] I went from zip locks and bakin soda To smokin herb, cookin 'ola Never lookin overnight success Cause I want a rover Hold
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw Dear God, I wonder could you save me? Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be My mob'll be doin' robberies, and stickups on
so hoes can sit on the face (Distorted come on) A funky lesson number one My own don't be in no mess Number two when it's confidential hold it on your
on, callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up I think she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up Came all alone if it's on then it's on Bust my
their eyes wide open The clock strikes The wrong rights The mob rules The second Armageddon, igniting the lit fuse No turning back & every soldier is on
and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules
their eyes wide open The clock strikes, the wrong rights The mob rules, the second Armageddon, igniting the lit fuse No turning back and every soldier is on
To stamp light from the wall! Oh! You've nothing to say They'll drag you away! If you listen to fools, The mob rules, the mob rules Kill the spirit
right Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin Three deep niggaz Fuck Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on Come on, come on, right over here
Outlaws roll like the mob Everybody paid cause we stays on our job Drop in G-T a blessing from the Lord So haters don't be mad that we blame it on God
you got check by security I'm Lil' Jay an I feel no man From the Crime Mob that's known to throw hands Nigga we can hold the own in our land Shit you
hold on to those threats Not-so-distant cousins Of the nails on which you slept Amateur contortionist With pyrotechnic skill This is not a mob you rule
??e running the wicked race Theyc??e playing with raging fire No time for to rest and stay Thatc?? what the master says Hold on in a world of shame Stay
