Juvenile - Hold Tight lyrics

(Juvenile) I makes the money, I don't let the money make me Business as good as usual cuz it's a great street My life is like a see-saw, I had some good times and had some bad times n***a was down to his last dime I slept in a pissy hallway til' my people came and got me Now a n***a ballin' and none of y'all won't top it n***a you muthaf**in' right my 99 you could type n***a you muthaf**in' right I'm bout to paint it with stripes n***a you muthaf**in' right it's C-M-R for life n***a you muthaf**in' right I slit your throat with a knife What'cha really needs to be doin' is peepin' out my background Before I stop you from playin', with this blat-blat sound n***a what's happenin' with you, what's up with your boys? Tell them lil' muthaf**as to stop talkin' that noise Hold tight, hold tight, I'm bout to rape you for your life Hold tight, hold tight, or you won't make it through the night Chorus (Bombshell & Baby Capone): Hold tight, hold tight or you won't make it through the night You bullsh**tin', you must don't value your life Hold tight, hold tight, or you won't make it through the night You bullsh**tin', you must don't value you life (Baby Capone) Only thought about it once, didn't think a second time When a n***a came bustin' at me and runnin' with that nine But then I realized, that I'm the tightest n***a that's on the street And if I bust back and cause casualties then it'll be sweet Been in this for four years And a fifth year approachin', I'm bout to shine And ain't no n***a up in this city that can tell me bout mine See you blind bruh, talkin' about these diamonds I'm bout to get But what I'm bouts to get Ain't got a DAMNED thing to do with this sh** See I live here, you live there, we all live fair Talkin' about that Sharp clique, and Ca$h Money You don't look but you stare See you done bought you some fight And you done made it most of the night So the next thing, you gonna come around here and murder me tonight? Chorus (Bombshell) See me, I'm the type of n***a that's gonna get down for mine I don't be sayin' too much, I light the spark and you dyin' I ain't lyin', these old bustas they be spyin' on me They got they muthaf**in' mind on me, they tryin' to be The one and only, muthaf**a to stop This here, what I'm doin', I ain't never had sh** So I ain't gone let you ruin Bombshell on the rise Look into my eyes You'z a I know that you know what I'm talkin' bout Nashville, New Orleans, n***as ridin' clean And n***a ain't talkin' bout nothin' b**h what the f** you mean? Baby Capone tell Brady get them tones We bringin' it on My n***a we in a War Zone My gun is ready to bust Ain't too many I'm ready to trust Sharp clique, represent On your head I leave a nick Hold tight, 'fore you don't make it through the night You bullsh**tin', you must don't value your life Chorus