Hold On (What A Thug To Do) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em][C][G][Em][B]
[Em][C][Em][B]
[Em][C][Em][B][Am]
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When [A]I was

[Verse 1]
[Em]young,
I wanted to be manned up the house, have a car, get to
Vanessa
Williams,
ask [D]my spouse, a [Em]dog in the yard,
to protect the premises, fuck good times, don't talk
about somewhere that cost me [D]shit.
Go [Em]bedroom, home white, trample green.
I be a doctor, regular
American dream.
[D]I go to c[Em]ol lege,
obtain some knowledge and a degree.
I go to
Stanford,
CSUS and maybe
[D]UCB.
[Em]Could go to law school,
try to pass the bar.
I could be a fireman, maybe a movie [D]star.
[Em]Could play hoops and be the next
Mike
J.
Getting paid for a game I like
to play any[D]way, man.
[Em]So many options,
which will I choose?
Pursuing my dreams and I'm
willing to pay [D]dues.
Gotta take [Em]care of momma,
I'ma buy her a house too
Look out for my sister, the first thing
I'ma [D]do
When I'm [Em]rich,
no more apartments full of roaches
We'll have the best of everything,
at least that's what I'm hopin'
[D]So in the [Em]innocence of youth, I stand strong
As my future unfolds, I keep holdin' on
[D]Hold [Em]on, never let them
see the [C]shit and tears
My soul's [G]gone,
on the inside of [Em]the dead for years
[Am]Hold on, m[Em]omma, a[C]ll my love's for you
So much [G]drama in the world,
what's the [B]thug to do?
[A]But hold [Em]on,
never let them see the [C]shit and tears
It's so [G]dumb,
on the inside I could [Em]die for years
[Am]Hold on, m[Em]ama, all my love'[C]s for you
So much [G]drama and the world
wasn't [B]thug to do
[A]Hold [Em]on
It's gettin', it's gettin' kinda hectic
Cause life is in the dough,
ain't quite [D]what I expected
Bill[Em]s to pay and
mouths to feed
Everybody ask for what they want,
instead of what they [D]need
I [Em]thought it would be easy,
I was mistaken
Thought my folks would have my back,
but they be [D]fakin'
I [Em]went to the pen instead of college
Tryna have more than a
dollar in my wallet
[D]Fucked around and [Em]got a girl pregnant
My baby won't be neglected
the way my daddy did me
[D]All of my [Em]dreams turn to nightmares
And if I tell you about it, maybe you might care
I got a
[D]Mexican girl [Em]pregnant,
but she got abortion
Said I wasn't disciplined,
didn't have caution
Didn't [D]want her only
[Em]child to be fatherless
She told me I would be dead
before next autumn hits
I disagree,
[D]but maybe she[Em]'s right in a sense
Cause I'm a
G until the day they put me in a crypt
No [D]bullshit, whore [Em]liv
in' got me on one
Until the day I
D .I .E.,
I'ma be holdin' on
Standin' [D]strong, hold [Em]on
Never let him see the [C]shit, the tears
Soul's [G]gone, on the inside of me
[B]Dead [A]for years, hold [Em]on
Mama, all my [C]love's for you
So much [G]drama in the world
What's a [B]thug to do?
[A]But hold [Em]on
Never let him see the [C]shit, the tears
Soul's [G]gone, on the inside of [B]me
Dead for [A]years, hold [Em]on
Mama, all [C]my love's for you
So much [G]drama in the world
What's [B]a thug to [A]do?
[Em]Holidays come and go kinda quick
I got a call from my sister,
it's my birthday again
[D]I barely n[Em]o ticed,
dude's father lied for murder on
Thanksgiving
They fed us potato tots and [D]hamburgers
I [Em]made my bed,
but it's too hard to be layin' in it
Fightin' the drama,
but for some reason I'm stay[D]in' in it
[Em]Writin' to mama,
can your son get a visit?
I'm feelin' a little depressed,
can you tell me what [D]is it?
What you sug[Em]gest? I'm stretched
out beyond belief
So much weight on my chest,
daily I'm missin' the streets
[D]Got me [Em]stretched out like a
pregnant lady's belly
X -rayed it, it stagnated
and it's drivin' me crazy
[D]I crea[Em]ted this situation,
I know that's the truth
No father figures in the ghetto,
but that ain't no excuse
[D]Mama, excuse [Em]me, be happy, please
Feel like my soul's gone
Pray for your only son
Need to be strong
[D]And hold [Em]on
Never let him see the [C]shit tears
[Em]Soul's [G]gone
On the inside, if it [B]did, it gives
[Am]Hold on[Em]
Mama, all my [C]love's for you
So much [G]drama in the world,
what's the [B]thug to do?
[A]But hold [Em]on
[C]Shit tears
No father [Em]figures in the [G]ghetto,
but that [B]ain't no excuse
[A]Mama, [Em]excuse me, be happy, please
Feel [C]my soul's gone
So for [G]drama and a run,
[B]love [A]be strong, but hold
[Em]Stretched out like a pregnant [C]lady's belly
X [Em]-rayed it, it stagnated and
it's [B]driving me crazy
[A]I crea[Em]ted this situation,
I know that's the truth
[C]Don't bother [G]niggas in the ghetto,
but that [B]ain't no excuse
[A]Mama, ex[Em]cuse my behavior, [C]please,
look like my soul's gone
[G]Pray for your only [B]son,
it's to be strong [A]and hold [Am]on[Em][C][Em][B]