Hold Tight - Hold Tight lyrics

[Juvenile] I makes the money, I don't let the money make me, Business as good as usual 'cause 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 why'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 see-M-are for life, n***a you muthaf**in' right I slit your throat with a knife, What you 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, mutherf**er 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's 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]