T3 - Hold Tighhht lyrics

[Verse 1: Q-Tip] Hold tight, this is the last time you hear me I'm out now, this is the last time to cheer me n***as in the game is getting too slimy Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy I'mma leave it in the hands of the Slum now Take it away from where it comes from now A lot of you cats in the music business Shiftless, I'll put you on the sh** list Did your intuition say to sh** on me? I'mma just flip your ears, yo you hear me b? D'Angelo play your piano Jay Dee flip another beat for me Hold tight with Baatin and my n***a T3 Busta Bus, watch out for who you trust Ali Shaheed, it's your blood that I bleed Yes, Phife, for you I will give my life It's The Ummah sh** fo real till there's no more light All you foul motherf**ers change your wrong to right Make sure y'all bring your music to the area flight Hold tight [Hook] Hold tight... [repeat] [Verse 2: Dilla] Hold tight get ya a** back what ya did, yo Hold tight the SV what ya did, yo Hold tight you don't pay attention man That's why your money is the size of your attention span Yo there's something I gotta mention, damn Who the f** is this sitting in my session man? This is my project, ho, on some MC Shan Not yours, what's your intentions man Probably bootlegging my tape at a concession stand What the f**, n***as never learn their lesson, man I try my best not to hold the Smith & Wesson, man But I gotta hold something cause n***as test you man Anyway yo keep it moving keep the questions and Maybe I can bless you with the test presses man Until then, hold tight [Hook] [Verse 3: T3] Guess who's making this cheese this cash this dust So much cash in my hand that I got paper cuts I'm trying to become a winner trying to get with us That's one of the reasons I had to f** you up I caught you people at my window trying see what I'm doing So I pulled out the 45 and commenced to start shooting (see ya) See I miss with every dilla cause young were keeping it moving Now that's some root news and now watch what you're doing So hold tight [Hook] [Verse 4: Baatin] You don't understand I've been doing this sh** since Duran Duran Now I'mma make some more paper cash, god damn I'm outta this, cause you don't appreciate I step up in the place trying to cultivate You sipping on your tanqueray whilst we levitate You ain't got no reason to celebrate You caught up in my trap, sealing your fate Never was it once you co-operate Was last you just self destruct inside your hate I hope you're feeling better now Hold tight to my rhyme, n***a don't cry Its alright you can move at your own pace Altogether now Hold tight [Hook]