50 Cent - Hold On lyrics

I woke up this morning, this is insane
Rich as a motherfucker
And ain't much changed
Open my eyes, no surprise
I'm with a different bitch
Different day, different ass, different tit's
Strap under my pillow, I done went legit
I'm not supposed to do this shit
But I forget the true principles of life
Are supply and demand
Guess if you never sold dope
It's hard to understand
My man got knowledge of self and my back, God
Find out today's mathematics when
That Mac go off
My temper volatile, grew up a violent child
Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck
Shoot a couple head cracks
Leave while you're up
I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage
Gold medal around my neck like
I won the Olympics

We came from nothing
Now they saying we straight
Nigga, hold up, hold on hold on
These niggas
They watching every dime we make
Hold up, hold on hold on

We want that deluxe apartment in the
Sky with a clear view
Instead we get the D's in the rear view
We learn to play the game how
It's supposed to be played
And so you know, you violate
You supposed to be sprayed
It's not a big deal to me, stay calm
I'll shoot the shit out of a nigga
Then call it Barrel Bonds
But, if I don't do this shit myself
Bet I'll get it done
Shit on my nigga, you shit on me, we of one
Used to do graffiti, now look we major
Don't make me write my name across
Your face with a razor re-Up, new coke
They say this sample the bomb
This shit can take a two and we
Cut this bitch with a one
Watch the fiends stand in
Line for the potency
No lactose involved, pure coca leaf
You can sniff that or cook that to my belief
That money coming in like we run the streets

We came from nothing
Now they saying we straight
Nigga, hold up, hold on hold on
These niggas
They watching every dime we make
Hold up, hold on hold on

This shit go how I said
Go when it's time to expand
So say it's over your dead
Body and that's the plan
You a gangster for real, you ready to ride?
Nigga, you gonna die a bad
Case of too much pride
Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind
Hit the speed dial
That quick I'll get ya lined
We don't want your block
Just cop your work from us
Those niggas you call allies can't be trust
That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch
Sometimes it's hard as hell
Not to touch stuff
On the phone I heard 'Ya smacked
The shit outta a kid
Now Jimmy got life, gonna smack him again
When it's war, it'll be war to the bitter end
If they ever say we lose, I start it again
That sneaky nigga spray that Semi
At your momma crib
With a silencer we couldn't
Even hear that shit

We came from nothing
Now they saying we straight
Nigga, hold up, hold on hold on
These niggas
They watching every dime we make
Hold up, hold on hold on