Hold Tight (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip] Uh [Verse 1: Q-Tip] Hold tight, this is the last time you'll hear me I'm out now, this is the last time to cheer me Niggas in the game is getting too slimy Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy I'ma 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 shit list Did your intuition say to shit on me? I'ma just flip careers, yo, you hearin' me, B? D'Angelo, play your piano Jay Dee, flip another beat for me Hold tight with Baatin and my nigga 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 shit for real 'til there's no more light All you foul motherfuckers, change your wrong to right Make sure y'all bring the music to the aerial flight, hold tight [Chorus: J Dilla & Q-Tip] Hold tight (Haha-ha-haha-ha, hold tight) Hold tight, ya ask that, "What you do, yo?" Hold tight, "Yeah, SV, what you do, yo?" Hold tight [Verse 2: J Dilla] You don't pay attention, man That's why your money is the size of yo' attention span Yo (Yo), yo, something I gotta mention, damn Now who the fuck is this sittin' in my session, man? This is my project, ho, on some MC Shan Not yours, what's your intentions, man? You're probably bootlegging my tape at a concession stand What the fuck? Niggas never learn they lesson, man I try my best not to hold the Smith & Wesson, man But I gotta hold something, 'cause niggas test you, man Anyway, yo, keep it moving, keep the questions and Maybe I can bless you with the test presses, man, until then [Chorus: J Dilla, T3, J Dilla & T3] Hold tight, hold tight (Hold tight) Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight [Verse 3: T3] Guess who's making these cheese, these cash, these ducs? So much cash in my hands that I got paper cuts (Nigga, what?) Tryna become a winner, tryna get with us Ah, that's one of the reasons I had to fuck you up I caught you peepin' in my window tryna see what I'm doin' So I pulled out the .45 and commence to start shootin' (See ya) I missed you with every bullet 'cause you was keeping it moving Now that's am-mu-musin' though, watch what you doing, so hold tight [Chorus: T3 & Baatin] Hold tight (Hold tight), ho-hold tight, tight Hold tight (Hold tight), yo, keepin' it tight, tight [Verse 4: Baatin] You don't understand I've been doing this shit since Duran Duran Now I'm on some old, "Make ya cash, buy land" I'm outta this, 'cause you don't appreciate I step up in the place trying to cultivate ('Vate) You're sippin' on your Tanqueray whilst we levitate You ain't got no reason to celebrate You're caught up in my trap, sealing ya fate Never was it once you'd cooperate Which led you to self-destruct inside ya hate I hope you're feeling better now, hold tight to my rhyme Nigga, don't cry, it's alright You could move at ya own pace, all together now Hold tight, ho-h-ho-hold tight [Chorus: Baatin] Hold tight, ho-oh-oh-hold tight Hold tight (Hold tight), yeah (Yeah)