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Albums:

Chartbuster Karaoke: Southern Gospel the Greenes, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Chartbuster Karaoke: Southern Gospel the Greenes (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me (Gloria Estefan) · Hold Up (Superfunk) · You Hold It All (New Life Worship) · I'll Hold On (Joel) · Hold You (Gyptian) · People...Hold On (Eddie Kendricks) · Hold Tight [1997] (Gregory Isaacs) · Hold Back the Rain (Evans and Coppola) – and 90 other albums »


I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners
Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar
Put my bitches all on hold
and they are gone and they've flown away

Where are all the cyclos
With their drivers pedaling grace?
Crowded out by motorbike, confined to lesser space
In
On the counter 
By your keys 
Was a book of numbers 
And your remedies 
One of these 
Surely will screen out the sorrow 
But where are you tomorrow

I
face screwin 'em
Keep pursuin 'em, keep doin 'em
All night til the crowd start booin
And when we get thumped by uh, Nuf and Clue and them
Yo, I keep
Mr. Greene
Asked me yesterday,
"Boy, what do you want to be?
With some work,
In ten years or so,
You could be sitting here just like me."
He
I cracked the code and I knew what it's all about
We found the loft on Greene Street, swept that bad boy out
Alsatian wine, playing records way
I felt so intimidated by the cheap tactics on display

We want Freddie for our leader
Freddie is a man of class
We want Freddie for our leader
to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these
Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs
Wit
to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these
(Paula Perry)
(The Queen of Fort Greene)
(Paula Perry here I come)

Ah yeah, it's Paula P and Premier
We risin out the cuts, what? Jealous eyes want
Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs
Wit
to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these
to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these
and cries, we start huggin
On the corner in Ft. Greene, we're buggin
Tears drip as we walk to the crib
And I'ma try to be there to comfort the kid
I woke up
a trance
It's somethin' funny made by me and it's called the Biz Dance
I think the way I do it is so unique
By the way I move my hands, hip,s legs
polyester suits"
Well, one day, up the avenue
There was a man surrounded by the Fort Greene crew
He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
And bricks was gettin' shipped outta East L.A.
It's Brooklyn, where niggaz lives was tooken 
Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was tooken
Fort Greene
Jackie Greene Hollywood Lyrics
She?s a dream, she?s a dream 
Getting caught up in the scene 
Like a used car bought off of Mr Vaseline 
She?s
days

Hanging on a sunset
Softly trampled by the rain

Way too long
Hold on
Hold on
Dead and gone
So long
Hold on
Way too long
Hold on
Hold
'Who's the Boss?' Not Tony Danza
Apart so Lorne Greene on 'Bonanza'
'Unforgettable' as Nat King Cole
Rough like a rodeo, hangin like a scarecrow
I get
Hanging on a sunset
Softly trampled by the rain

Way too long
Hold on
Hold on
Dead and gone
So long
Hold on
Way too long
Hold on
Hold on
Dead and gone
So
pianos, guitar basses
Trumpet in tune, Pharoahe and Prince legitimate reasons
To why they thumpin', hi I'm the most endangered species
By all means,
Blast at the niggaz from the East New York scene 
I got my man see with me from Fort Greene 
Al Capone, D Creative G, and peep my man named be	 
Ready
I keep a service bell by my bed for you
Let the others do what they do
I will hold on
Hold on
Hold on

I keep a service bell by my bed for you