[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jay Dee
[00:00.000] 作词 : J Yancey/T. Glover/RL Altman III
[00:00.000][Verse 1: Q-Tip]
[00:23.024]Uh – hold tight, this is the last time ya hear me
[00:26.416]I'm out now, this is the last time to cheer me
[00:28.859]Niggas in the game is getting too slimy
[00:31.274]Liable to make this peace brother turn grimey
[00:33.931]I'ma leave it in the hands of the Slum now
[00:36.263]Take it away from where it comes from now
[00:38.624]A lot of you cats in the music business –
[00:41.248]Shiftless, I'll put you on the shit list
[00:43.601]Did your intuition say to shit on me?
[00:45.868]I'ma just flip careers – yo, you hearin' me, b?
[00:48.349]D'Angelo – play your piano
[00:51.113]Jay Dee – flip another beat for me
[00:53.431]Hold tight, with Baatin and my nigga T3
[00:55.783]Busta Bus – watch out for who you trust
[00:58.518]Ali Shaheed – it's your blood that I bleed
[01:00.904]Yes, Phife – for you, I will give my life
[01:03.346]It's the Ummah shit for real, 'til there's no more light
[01:05.771]All you foul mother****ers – change your wrong to right
[01:08.226]Make sure y'all bring the music to the aerial flight
[01:10.574]Hold tight
[01:10.607][Hook: J Dilla, (Q-Tip)]
[01:11.168]Hold tight... (Haha-ha-haha-ha... hold tight)
[01:13.293]Hold tight...
[01:14.171]Ya ask that, "what you do, yo?"
[01:15.883]Hold tight... "yeah, SV, what you do, yo?"
[01:18.216]Hold tight...
[01:18.325][Verse 2: J Dilla]
[01:19.177]You don't pay attention, man
[01:20.331]That's why your money is the size of yo' attention span
[01:22.892]Yo... (yo...) yo... there's something I gotta mention – damn...
[01:25.447]Now who the **** is this sittin' in my session, man?
[01:27.980]This is my project, ho, on some MC Shan
[01:30.409]Not yours – what's your intentions, man?
[01:32.917]You're probably bootlegging my tape at a concession stand
[01:35.374]What the ****? Niggas never learn they lesson, man
[01:37.882]I try my best not to hold the Smith & Wesson, man
[01:40.184]But I gotta hold something, 'cause niggas test you, man
[01:42.475]Anyway – yo... keep it moving, keep the questions and –
[01:45.069]Maybe I can bless you with the test presses, man
[01:47.508]Until then –
[01:47.663][Hook: J Dilla, (T3)]
[01:48.438]Hold tight... (Tight...)
[01:49.363]Hold tight... (Tight...)
[01:50.358]Hold tight... hold–tight–hold tight
[01:50.582][Verse 3: T3]
[01:52.596]Guess – who's making these cheese, these cash, these duc's?
[01:54.914]So much–cash in my hands, that I got paper cuts
[01:57.474](They gonna....) try to become a winner–try to get with us
[01:59.905]Ahhh – that's one of the reasons I had to **** you up
[02:02.460]I caught you peepin' in my window, try'na see what I'm doin'
[02:05.024]So I–pulled out the .45 and commence to start shootin' (See ya!)
[02:07.865]See, I missed with every bullet 'cause you was keeping it moving
[02:09.915]Now that's-um– a-amusin' though – watch what you doing
[02:11.012][Hook: T3, (Baatin)]
[02:12.349]So, hold tight...
[02:13.344]Hold tight (Hold tight) – ho-hold tight, tight...
[02:14.953]Hold tight (Hold tight) – yo–keepin' it tight, tight...
[02:17.173][Verse 4: Baatin]
[02:18.470]You don't understand
[02:19.583]I've been doing this shit–since Duran Duran
[02:22.239]Now I'm on some ol' – "make ya cash, buy land"
[02:25.074]I'm outta this – 'cause you don't appreciate
[02:27.270]I step up in the place – trying to cultivate
[02:29.748]You're sippin' on your Tanqueray, whilst we levitate
[02:32.851]You ain't got no reason to celebrate
[02:34.701]You're caught up in my trap, sealing ya fate
[02:37.221]Never was it once you'd co-operate
[02:39.663]Which led you to self-destruct–inside ya hate
[02:42.258]I hope you're feeling better now – hold tight to my rhyme
[02:45.333]Nigga, don't cry – it's alright, you could move at ya own pace
[02:48.917]All together now:
[02:48.953][Hook: Baatin]
[02:49.867]Hold tight – ho-h-ho-hold tight...
[02:52.244]Hold tight – o-oh-oh-hold tight...
[02:54.739]Hold tight, hold tight... yeah...

作曲 : Jay Dee
作词 : J Yancey/T. Glover/RL Altman III
Uh – hold tight, this is the last time ya 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 grimey
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 mother****ers – change your wrong to right
Make sure y'all bring the music to the aerial flight
Hold tight
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...
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the size of yo' attention span
Yo... (yo...) yo... there's something I gotta mention – damn...
Now who the **** 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 ****? 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 –
Hold tight... (Tight...)
Hold tight... (Tight...)
Hold tight... hold–tight–hold tight
Guess – who's making these cheese, these cash, these duc's?
So much–cash in my hands, that I got paper cuts
(They gonna....) try to become a winner–try to get with us
Ahhh – that's one of the reasons I had to **** you up
I caught you peepin' in my window, try'na see what I'm doin'
So I–pulled out the .45 and commence to start shootin' (See ya!)
See, I missed with every bullet 'cause you was keeping it moving
Now that's-um– a-amusin' though – watch what you doing
So, hold tight...
Hold tight (Hold tight) – ho-hold tight, tight...
Hold tight (Hold tight) – yo–keepin' it tight, tight...
You don't understand
I've been doing this shit–since Duran Duran
Now I'm on some ol' – "make ya cash, buy land"
I'm outta this – 'cause you don't appreciate
I step up in the place – trying to cultivate
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 co-operate
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...
Hold tight – o-oh-oh-hold tight...
Hold tight, hold tight... yeah...