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