[{"id":9543000,"name":"Hold On","trackName":"Hold On","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":365.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kim - One]\nOh how it hurts, like child birth\nThe wounds heal slow, you just don't know\nAt times, I don't know what to say\nAnd all I do is pray, day to day\nBut still, I feel my strength might die\nLike right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\nEven when I close my eyes, I still see it\nDamn, I just don't believe it\nThe bad times I buried, like the cemetery\nUnworthy people playin' beneficiaries\nA lotta people eatin' off of one man's death\nDon't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath\nYou killas, caused a lotta devastation\nYou have no idea what you did to this nation\nI fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\nBut just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n\nDon't you give up, be strong\nHold on, hold on\nThings are gonna get better\nTough times, they last so long\nHold on, hold on\nIf you believe, they will get better\n\nFrank White, the man with the money and the fame\nPassed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\nI been with my nigga before he came in the game\nNo one's, no V's, we used to take the train\nJust us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\nI guess back then we was real nobodies\nBut he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\nI rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\nHad beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\nBut still got love for your kids\nEven wrote 'em in my will\nAnd I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\nNo matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\nShit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\nIf I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\nSometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\nOf if I woulda kept the child that I carried\nSo to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes\nOr thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'\nHere's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\nCuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n\nSo I guess you know the story of how it all ends\nDepressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\nOne thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\nD-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\nMy whole B.I. family, remind me of you\nWe miss you so much, I love you so much\nNever thought life without you would be so rough\nBut I know we gon make it\nWe ain't happy, but we fakin'\nAnd to New York, thanks for the support\nAnd all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\nThis is somethin' young kids just won't understand\nHow they took away this beautiful man\nWho shared so many memories\nI could go on and on, but a song can only be so long\nIt's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight\nSo here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.59] Kim - One]\n[00:25.45] Oh how it hurts, like child birth\n[00:28.22] The wounds heal slow, you just don't know\n[00:31.37] At times, I don't know what to say\n[00:33.83] And all I do is pray, day to day\n[00:37.13] But still, I feel my strength might die\n[00:40.25] Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\n[00:43.56] Even when I close my eyes, I still see it\n[00:46.48] Damn, I just don't believe it\n[00:49.60] The bad times I buried, like the cemetery\n[00:52.48] Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries\n[00:55.13] A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death\n[00:58.13] Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath\n[01:01.48] You killas, caused a lotta devastation\n[01:04.98] You have no idea what you did to this nation\n[01:07.61] I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\n[01:10.60] But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n[01:14.16] Don't you give up, be strong\n[01:16.94] Hold on, hold on\n[01:22.56] Things are gonna get better\n[01:25.93] Tough times, they last so long\n[01:29.66] Hold on, hold on\n[01:34.26] If you believe, they will get better\n[01:37.48] Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n[01:40.47] Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n[01:43.77] I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n[01:46.38] No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n[01:49.36] Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n[01:52.82] I guess back then we was real nobodies\n[01:56.41] But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n[01:58.85] I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n[02:01.85] Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n[02:04.39] But still got love for your kids\n[02:06.45] Even wrote 'em in my will\n[02:08.20] And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n[02:10.83] No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n[02:13.79] Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n[02:16.74] If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\n[02:20.28] Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n[02:23.26] Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried\n[02:26.43] So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes\n[02:29.77] Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'\n[02:32.98] Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\n[02:34.86] Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n[03:02.86] So I guess you know the story of how it all ends\n[03:06.37] Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n[03:09.05] One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n[03:11.76] D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\n[03:14.53] My whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n[03:17.59] We miss you so much, I love you so much\n[03:20.64] Never thought life without you would be so rough\n[03:23.66] But I know we gon make it\n[03:25.85] We ain't happy, but we fakin'\n[03:27.29] And to New York, thanks for the support\n[03:30.24] And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n[03:32.93] This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n[03:35.95] How they took away this beautiful man\n[03:38.81] Who shared so many memories\n[03:41.09] I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long\n[03:44.78] It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight\n[03:49.23] So 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caused a lotta devastation\n You have no idea what you did to this nation\n I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\n But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n\n Don't you give up, be strong\n Hold on, hold on\n Things are gonna get better\n Tough times, they last so long\n Hold on, hold on\n If you believe, they will get better\n\n Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n I guess back then we was real nobodies\n But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n But still got love for your kids\n Even wrote 'em in my will\n And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n If I'm fucked up, 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One]\nOh how it hurts, like child birth\nThe wounds heal slow, you just don't know\nAt times, I don't know what to say\nAnd all I do is pray, day to day\nBut still, I feel my strength might die\nLike right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\nEven when I close my eyes, I still see it\nDamn, I just don't believe it\nThe bad times I buried, like the cemetery\nUnworthy people playin' beneficiaries\nA lotta people eatin' off of one man's death\nDon't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath\nYou killas, caused a lotta devastation\nYou have no idea what you did to this nation\nI fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\nBut just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n\nDon't you give up, be strong\nHold on, hold on\nThings are gonna get better\nTough times, they last so long\nHold on, hold on\nIf you believe, they will get better\n\nFrank White, the man with the money and the fame\nPassed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\nI been with my nigga before he came in the game\nNo one's, no V's, we used to take the train\nJust us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\nI guess back then we was real nobodies\nBut he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\nI rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\nHad beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\nBut still got love for your kids\nEven wrote 'em in my will\nAnd I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\nNo matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\nShit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\nIf I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\nSometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\nOf if I woulda kept the child that I carried\nSo to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes\nOr thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'\nHere's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\nCuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n\nSo I guess you know the story of how it all ends\nDepressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\nOne thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\nD-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\nMy whole B.I. family, remind me of you\nWe miss you so much, I love you so much\nNever thought life without you would be so rough\nBut I know we gon make it\nWe ain't happy, but we fakin'\nAnd to New York, thanks for the support\nAnd all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\nThis is somethin' young kids just won't understand\nHow they took away this beautiful man\nWho shared so many memories\nI could go on and on, but a song can only be so long\nIt's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight\nSo here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: hold on (ft. mary j. blige)\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 366707\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Kim - 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day\n[00:37.13] But still, I feel my strength might die\n[00:40.25] Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\n[00:43.56] Even when I close my eyes, I still see it\n[00:46.48] Damn, I just don't believe it\n[00:49.60] The bad times I buried, like the cemetery\n[00:52.48] Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries\n[00:55.13] A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death\n[00:58.13] Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath\n[01:01.48] You killas, caused a lotta devastation\n[01:04.98] You have no idea what you did to this nation\n[01:07.61] I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\n[01:10.60] But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n[01:14.16] Don't you give up, be strong\n[01:16.94] Hold on, hold on\n[01:22.56] Things are gonna get better\n[01:25.93] Tough times, they last so long\n[01:29.66] Hold on, hold on\n[01:34.26] If you believe, they will get better\n[01:37.48] Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n[01:40.47] Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n[01:43.77] I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n[01:46.38] No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n[01:49.36] Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n[01:52.82] I guess back then we was real nobodies\n[01:56.41] But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n[01:58.85] I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n[02:01.85] Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n[02:04.39] But still got love for your kids\n[02:06.45] Even wrote 'em in my will\n[02:08.20] And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n[02:10.83] No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n[02:13.79] Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n[02:16.74] If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\n[02:20.28] Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n[02:23.26] Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried\n[02:26.43] So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes\n[02:29.77] Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'\n[02:32.98] Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\n[02:34.86] Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n[03:02.86] So I guess you know the story of how it all ends\n[03:06.37] Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n[03:09.05] One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n[03:11.76] D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\n[03:14.53] My whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n[03:17.59] We miss you so much, I love you so much\n[03:20.64] Never thought life without you would be so rough\n[03:23.66] But I know we gon make it\n[03:25.85] We ain't happy, but we fakin'\n[03:27.29] And to New York, thanks for the support\n[03:30.24] And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n[03:32.93] This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n[03:35.95] How they took away this beautiful man\n[03:38.81] Who shared so many memories\n[03:41.09] I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long\n[03:44.78] It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight\n[03:49.23] So 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birth\n[00:28.22] The wounds heal slow, you just don't know\n[00:31.37] At times, I don't know what to say\n[00:33.83] And all I do is pray, day to day\n[00:37.13] But still, I feel my strength might die\n[00:40.25] Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\n[00:43.56] Even when I close my eyes, I still see it\n[00:46.48] Damn, I just don't believe it\n[00:49.60] The bad times I buried, like the cemetery\n[00:52.48] Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries\n[00:55.13] A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death\n[00:58.13] Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath\n[01:01.48] You killas, caused a lotta devastation\n[01:04.98] You have no idea what you did to this nation\n[01:07.61] I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\n[01:10.60] But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n[01:14.16] Don't you give up, be strong\n[01:16.94] Hold on, hold on\n[01:22.56] Things are gonna get better\n[01:25.93] Tough times, they last so long\n[01:29.66] Hold on, hold on\n[01:34.26] If you believe, they will get better\n[01:37.48] Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n[01:40.47] Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n[01:43.77] I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n[01:46.38] No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n[01:49.36] Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n[01:52.82] I guess back then we was real nobodies\n[01:56.41] But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n[01:58.85] I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n[02:01.85] Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n[02:04.39] But still got love for your kids\n[02:06.45] Even wrote 'em in my will\n[02:08.20] And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n[02:10.83] No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n[02:13.79] Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n[02:16.74] If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\n[02:20.28] Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n[02:23.26] Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried\n[02:26.43] So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes\n[02:29.77] Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'\n[02:32.98] Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\n[02:34.86] Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n[03:02.86] So I guess you know the story of how it all ends\n[03:06.37] Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n[03:09.05] One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n[03:11.76] D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\n[03:14.53] My whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n[03:17.59] We miss you so much, I love you so much\n[03:20.64] Never thought life without you would be so rough\n[03:23.66] But I know we gon make it\n[03:25.85] We ain't happy, but we fakin'\n[03:27.29] And to New York, thanks for the support\n[03:30.24] And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n[03:32.93] This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n[03:35.95] How they took away this beautiful man\n[03:38.81] Who shared so 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Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries\n A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death\n Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath\n You killas, caused a lotta devastation\n You have no idea what you did to this nation\n I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\n But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n\n Don't you give up, be strong\n Hold on, hold on\n Things are gonna get better\n Tough times, they last so long\n Hold on, hold on\n If you believe, they will get better\n\n Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n I guess back then we was real nobodies\n But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n But still got love for your kids\n Even wrote 'em in my will\n And I'ma make 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Things are gonna get better\n Tough times, they last so long\n Hold on, hold on\n If you believe, they will get better\n\n Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n I guess back then we was real nobodies\n But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n But still got love for your kids\n Even wrote 'em in my will\n And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\n Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried\n So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes\n Or thought this was only 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Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n I guess back then we was real nobodies\n But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n But still got love for your kids\n Even wrote 'em in my will\n And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\n Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried\n So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes\n Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'\n Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\n Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n\n So I guess you know the story of how it all 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through\n[03:02.86] So I guess you know the story of how it all ends\n[03:06.37] Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n[03:09.05] One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n[03:11.76] D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\n[03:14.53] My whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n[03:17.59] We miss you so much, I love you so much\n[03:20.64] Never thought life without you would be so rough\n[03:23.66] But I know we gon make it\n[03:25.85] We ain't happy, but we fakin'\n[03:27.29] And to New York, thanks for the support\n[03:30.24] And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n[03:32.93] This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n[03:35.95] How they took away this beautiful man\n[03:38.81] Who shared so many memories\n[03:41.09] I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long\n[03:44.78] It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight\n[03:49.23] So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White\n[03:53.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n 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to day\n[00:37.13] But still, I feel my strength might die\n[00:40.25] Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\n[00:43.56] Even when I close my eyes, I still see it\n[00:46.48] Damn, I just don't believe it\n[00:49.60] The bad times I buried, like the cemetery\n[00:52.48] Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries\n[00:55.13] A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death\n[00:58.13] Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath\n[01:01.48] You killas, caused a lotta devastation\n[01:04.98] You have no idea what you did to this nation\n[01:07.61] I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\n[01:10.60] But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n[01:14.16] Don't you give up, be strong\n[01:16.94] Hold on, hold on\n[01:22.56] Things are gonna get better\n[01:25.93] Tough times, they last so long\n[01:29.66] Hold on, hold on\n[01:34.26] If you believe, they will get better\n[01:37.48] Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n[01:40.47] Passed away, now bitches wanna 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my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\n[02:34.86] Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n[03:02.86] So I guess you know the story of how it all ends\n[03:06.37] Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n[03:09.05] One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n[03:11.76] D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\n[03:14.53] My whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n[03:17.59] We miss you so much, I love you so much\n[03:20.64] Never thought life without you would be so rough\n[03:23.66] But I know we gon make it\n[03:25.85] We ain't happy, but we fakin'\n[03:27.29] And to New York, thanks for the support\n[03:30.24] And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n[03:32.93] This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n[03:35.95] How they took away this beautiful man\n[03:38.81] Who shared so many memories\n[03:41.09] I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long\n[03:44.78] It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight\n[03:49.23] So 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caused a lotta devastation\n You have no idea what you did to this nation\n I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\n But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n\n Don't you give up, be strong\n Hold on, hold on\n Things are gonna get better\n Tough times, they last so long\n Hold on, hold on\n If you believe, they will get better\n\n Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n I guess back then we was real nobodies\n But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n But still got love for your kids\n Even wrote 'em in my will\n And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n If I'm fucked up, 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think I haven't walked in yo shoes\n[02:29.77] Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'\n[02:32.98] Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\n[02:34.86] Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n[03:02.86] So I guess you know the story of how it all ends\n[03:06.37] Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n[03:09.05] One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n[03:11.76] D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\n[03:14.53] My whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n[03:17.59] We miss you so much, I love you so much\n[03:20.64] Never thought life without you would be so rough\n[03:23.66] But I know we gon make it\n[03:25.85] We ain't happy, but we fakin'\n[03:27.29] And to New York, thanks for the support\n[03:30.24] And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n[03:32.93] This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n[03:35.95] How they took away this beautiful man\n[03:38.81] Who shared so many memories\n[03:41.09] I could go on and 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186370\n end_ms: 189050\n- text: One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n start_ms: 189050\n end_ms: 191760\n- text: D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\n start_ms: 191760\n end_ms: 194530\n- text: My whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n start_ms: 194530\n end_ms: 197590\n- text: We miss you so much, I love you so much\n start_ms: 197590\n end_ms: 200640\n- text: Never thought life without you would be so rough\n start_ms: 200640\n end_ms: 203660\n- text: But I know we gon make it\n start_ms: 203660\n end_ms: 205850\n- text: We ain't happy, but we fakin'\n start_ms: 205850\n end_ms: 207290\n- text: And to New York, thanks for the support\n start_ms: 207290\n end_ms: 210240\n- text: And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n start_ms: 210240\n end_ms: 212930\n- text: This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n start_ms: 212930\n end_ms: 215950\n- text: How they took away this beautiful man\n start_ms: 215950\n end_ms: 218810\n- text: Who shared so many memories\n start_ms: 218810\n end_ms: 221090\n- text: I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long\n start_ms: 221090\n end_ms: 224780\n- text: It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight\n start_ms: 224780\n end_ms: 229230\n- text: So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White\n start_ms: 229230\n end_ms: 233340\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 233340\nplain: |-\n Kim - One]\n Oh how it hurts, like child birth\n The wounds heal slow, you just don't know\n At times, I don't know what to say\n And all I do is pray, day to day\n But still, I feel my strength might die\n Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\n Even when I close my eyes, I still see it\n Damn, I just don't believe it\n The bad times I buried, like the cemetery\n Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries\n A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death\n Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath\n You killas, caused a lotta devastation\n You have no idea what you did to this nation\n I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\n But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n\n Don't you give up, be strong\n Hold on, hold on\n Things are gonna get better\n Tough times, they last so long\n Hold on, hold on\n If you believe, they will get better\n\n Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n I guess back then we was real nobodies\n But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n But still got love for your kids\n Even wrote 'em in my will\n And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\n Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried\n So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes\n Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'\n Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\n Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n\n So I guess you know the story of how it all ends\n Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\n My whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n We miss you so much, I love you so much\n Never thought life without you would be so rough\n But I know we gon make it\n We ain't happy, but we fakin'\n And to New York, thanks for the support\n And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n How they took away this beautiful man\n Who shared so many memories\n I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long\n It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight\n So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, 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One]\n[00:25.45] Oh how it hurts, like child birth\n[00:28.22] The wounds heal slow, you just don't know\n[00:31.37] At times, I don't know what to say\n[00:33.83] And all I do is pray, day to day\n[00:37.13] But still, I feel my strength might die\n[00:40.25] Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\n[00:43.56] Even when I close my eyes, I still see it\n[00:46.48] Damn, I just don't believe it\n[00:49.60] The bad times I buried, like the cemetery\n[00:52.48] Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries\n[00:55.13] A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death\n[00:58.13] Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath\n[01:01.48] You killas, caused a lotta devastation\n[01:04.98] You have no idea what you did to this nation\n[01:07.61] I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\n[01:10.60] But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n[01:14.16] Don't you give up, be strong\n[01:16.94] Hold on, hold on\n[01:22.56] Things are gonna get better\n[01:25.93] Tough times, they last so long\n[01:29.66] Hold on, hold on\n[01:34.26] If you believe, they will get better\n[01:37.48] Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n[01:40.47] Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n[01:43.77] I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n[01:46.38] No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n[01:49.36] Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n[01:52.82] I guess back then we was real nobodies\n[01:56.41] But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n[01:58.85] I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n[02:01.85] Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n[02:04.39] But still got love for your kids\n[02:06.45] Even wrote 'em in my will\n[02:08.20] And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n[02:10.83] No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n[02:13.79] Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n[02:16.74] If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\n[02:20.28] Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n[02:23.26] Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried\n[02:26.43] So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes\n[02:29.77] Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'\n[02:32.98] Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\n[02:34.86] Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n[03:02.86] So I guess you know the story of how it all ends\n[03:06.37] Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n[03:09.05] One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n[03:11.76] D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\n[03:14.53] My whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n[03:17.59] We miss you so much, I love you so much\n[03:20.64] Never thought life without you would be so rough\n[03:23.66] But I know we gon make it\n[03:25.85] We ain't happy, but we fakin'\n[03:27.29] And to New York, thanks for the support\n[03:30.24] And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n[03:32.93] This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n[03:35.95] How they took away this beautiful man\n[03:38.81] Who shared so many memories\n[03:41.09] I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long\n[03:44.78] It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight\n[03:49.23] So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White\n[03:53.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hold On - 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One]\n[00:25.45] Oh how it hurts, like child birth\n[00:28.22] The wounds heal slow, you just don't know\n[00:31.37] At times, I don't know what to say\n[00:33.83] And all I do is pray, day to day\n[00:37.13] But still, I feel my strength might die\n[00:40.25] Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\n[00:43.56] Even when I close my eyes, I still see it\n[00:46.48] Damn, I just don't believe it\n[00:49.60] The bad times I buried, like the cemetery\n[00:52.48] Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries\n[00:55.13] A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death\n[00:58.13] Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath\n[01:01.48] You killas, caused a lotta devastation\n[01:04.98] You have no idea what you did to this nation\n[01:07.61] I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\n[01:10.60] But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n[01:14.16] Don't you give up, be strong\n[01:16.94] Hold on, hold on\n[01:22.56] Things are gonna get better\n[01:25.93] Tough times, they last so long\n[01:29.66] Hold on, hold on\n[01:34.26] If you believe, they will get better\n[01:37.48] Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n[01:40.47] Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n[01:43.77] I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n[01:46.38] No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n[01:49.36] Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n[01:52.82] I guess back then we was real nobodies\n[01:56.41] But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n[01:58.85] I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n[02:01.85] Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n[02:04.39] But still got love for your kids\n[02:06.45] Even wrote 'em in my will\n[02:08.20] And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n[02:10.83] No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n[02:13.79] Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n[02:16.74] If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\n[02:20.28] Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n[02:23.26] Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried\n[02:26.43] So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes\n[02:29.77] Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'\n[02:32.98] Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\n[02:34.86] Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n[03:02.86] So I guess you know the story of how it all ends\n[03:06.37] Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n[03:09.05] One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n[03:11.76] D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\n[03:14.53] My whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n[03:17.59] We miss you so much, I love you so much\n[03:20.64] Never thought life without you would be so rough\n[03:23.66] But I know we gon make it\n[03:25.85] We ain't happy, but we fakin'\n[03:27.29] And to New York, thanks for the support\n[03:30.24] And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n[03:32.93] This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n[03:35.95] How they took away this beautiful man\n[03:38.81] Who shared so many memories\n[03:41.09] I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long\n[03:44.78] It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight\n[03:49.23] So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White\n[03:53.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hold On (feat. 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frustration\n But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n\n Don't you give up, be strong\n Hold on, hold on\n Things are gonna get better\n Tough times, they last so long\n Hold on, hold on\n If you believe, they will get better\n\n Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n I guess back then we was real nobodies\n But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n But still got love for your kids\n Even wrote 'em in my will\n And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\n Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n Of if I woulda 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One]\n[00:25.45]Oh how it hurts, like child birth\n[00:28.22]The wounds heal slow, you just don't know\n[00:31.37]At times, I don't know what to say\n[00:33.83]And all I do is pray, day to day\n[00:37.13]But still, I feel my strength might die\n[00:40.25]Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\n[00:43.56]Even when I close my eyes, I still see it\n[00:46.48]Damn, I just don't believe it\n[00:49.60]The bad times I buried, like the cemetery\n[00:52.48]Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries\n[00:55.13]A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death\n[00:58.13]Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath\n[01:01.48]You killas, caused a lotta devastation\n[01:04.98]You have no idea what you did to this nation\n[01:07.61]I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration\n[01:10.60]But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n[01:14.16]Don't you give up, be strong\n[01:16.94]Hold on, hold on\n[01:22.56]Things are gonna get better\n[01:25.93]Tough times, they last so long\n[01:29.66]Hold on, hold on\n[01:34.26]If you believe, they will get better\n[01:37.48]Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n[01:40.47]Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n[01:43.77]I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n[01:46.38]No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n[01:49.36]Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n[01:52.82]I guess back then we was real nobodies\n[01:56.41]But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n[01:58.85]I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n[02:01.85]Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n[02:04.39]But still got love for your kids\n[02:06.45]Even wrote 'em in my will\n[02:08.20]And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n[02:10.83]No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n[02:13.79]Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n[02:16.74]If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\n[02:20.28]Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n[02:23.26]Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried\n[02:26.43]So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes\n[02:29.77]Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'\n[02:32.98]Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo\n[02:34.86]Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through\n[03:02.86]So I guess you know the story of how it all ends\n[03:06.37]Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n[03:09.05]One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n[03:11.76]D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD\n[03:14.53]My whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n[03:17.59]We miss you so much, I love you so much\n[03:20.64]Never thought life without you would be so rough\n[03:23.66]But I know we gon make it\n[03:25.85]We ain't happy, but we fakin'\n[03:27.29]And to New York, thanks for the support\n[03:30.24]And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n[03:32.93]This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n[03:35.95]How they took away this beautiful man\n[03:38.81]Who shared so many memories\n[03:41.09]I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long\n[03:44.78]It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight\n[03:49.23]So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White\n[03:53.34]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hold On\n artist: Lil' Kim Feat. 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just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just\n\n Don't you give up, be strong\n Hold on, hold on\n Things are gonna get better\n Tough times, they last so long\n Hold on, hold on\n If you believe, they will get better\n\n Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n I been with my nigga before he came in the game\n No one's, no V's, we used to take the train\n Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties\n I guess back then we was real nobodies\n But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him\n Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up\n But still got love for your kids\n Even wrote 'em in my will\n And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill\n Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels\n Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n Of if I woulda kept the child that 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Blige","albumName":"The Notorious K.I.M.","duration":365.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh how it hurts, like childbirth\nThe wounds heal slow, you just don't know\n\nAt times, I don't know what to say\n\nAnd all I do is pray, day to day\nBut still, I feel my strength might die\nLike right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\nEven when I close my eyes I still see it\nDamn, I just don't believe it\n\nBad times I bury, like the cemetary\nUnworthy people playing beneficiary\nA lot of people eatin' off of one man's death\nDon't you worry B.I., I'ma ride 'til my last breath\nYou killers, caused a lot of devastation\nYou have no idea what you did to this nation\nI hate you, excuse my frustration\nBut just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just...\n\nDon't you give up, be strong (Ohh)\nHold on, hold on (Hold on, hold on)\nThings are gonna get better (They'll get better)\nTough times, they last so long (They last so long)\nHold on, hold on (Hold on, hold on)\nIf you believe, they will get better (Mmm)\n\nFrank White, the man with the money and the fame\nPassed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\nI been with my nigga 'fore he came in the game\n\nNo ones, no V's, we used to take the train\n\nJust us and the Mafia, goin' out to parties\nI guess back then, we was real nobodies\nBut, he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\nI rolled hard wit him, how could I forget him?\nHad beef wit your wife that ain't patched up, but still\nGot love for your kids, even wrote 'em in my will\nAnd I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\nNo matter what I got to do or who I got to kill\nShit's real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n\nIf I'm fucked up, imagine how Ms. Wallace feel\nSometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\nOr if I woulda kept, the child that I carried\n\nSo to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in your shoes\nYou thought that this was only happenin' to you, right?\nHere's my shoulder, you can lean on this, boo\n'Cause trust me, I know exactly what you been through\n\nDon't you give up, be strong (Ayy, yeah)\nHold on, hold on (Hold on, don't let 'em get you down, Kim)\nThings are gonna get better (Don't let 'em mess you 'round, Kim)\nTough times, they last so long (Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\nHold on, hold on (Hold on)\nIf you believe, they will get better (I got you, babe)\n\nSo I guess you know the story, and how it all ends\nDepressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\nOne thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\nD-Roc, Money L, Little Cease, and Petey\nThe whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n\nWe miss you so much, and love you so much\nNever thought life without you would be so rough\nBut I know we gon' make it, we ain't happy but we fakin'\nAnd to New York, thanks for the support\nAnd all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\nThis is somethin' young kids just won't understand\nHow they took away this beautiful man\nWe shared so many memories, I could go on and on\nBut a song can only be so long\nIt's been hard, but I told God\n\nThat I'll put up a fight, so here's a long kiss goodnight, Frank White\n\nDon't you give up, be strong (Don't give up)\nHold on, hold on (You gotta hold on, girl)\nThings are gonna get better (Don't let 'em\nDon't let 'em fool you, you better stay inside)\n\nTough times, they last so long (Tough times, they last so long)\nHold on, hold on (Hold on, hold on)\n\nIf you believe, they will get better (See we need you)\nDon't you give up, be strong (Oh, we need you Kim everyday)\nHold on, hold on (We miss you, we miss you B.I.G., ohh)\nThings are gonna get better\nTough times, they last so long (Tough times, they last)\n\nHold on, hold on (Don't let 'em get you down)\n\nIf you believe, they will get better (Don't let '\nEm tell you you won't be around, just hold on, hold on)\nDon't you give up, be strong (Hold on, hold on)\nHold on, hold on (Ohh, yeah)\n\nThings are gonna get better (Hold on\nHold on, things will get better, baby)\n\nTough times, they last so long (Things will get better, Kimmy)\nHold on, hold on (I'm tellin' you, it's\nYour friend Mary, I love you, I love you)\nIf you believe, they will get better\nYour friend, don't you know that?)\nDon't you give up, be strong (B.I.G.)\nHold on, hold on (He still lives in me)\nThings are gonna get better (He still lives in you, and all of you)\nTough times, they last so long (And everybody that knows him)\n\nHold on, hold on (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, ohh)\nIf you believe, they will get better (Ohh, believe, believe, believe)\nDon't you give up, be strong (Only if you believe, it'll get better)\nHold on, hold on (Only if you believe, it'll get better, yeah)\nThings are gonna get better (Ohh)\nTough times, they last so long (Just ignore the nonsense)\n\nHold on, hold on ('Cause you're on another level)\nIf you believe, they will get better (Don't, don't let '\nEm fool ya, don't let 'em fool ya, I got ya, I got ya, I got ya)\nDon't you give up, be strong (I got you Kim)\n\nHold on, hold on (I'll hold you in my arms like you were my own, baby)\nThings are gonna get better","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.21] Oh how it hurts, like childbirth\n[00:28.24] The wounds heal slow, you just don't know\n[00:31.36] At times, I don't know what to say\n[00:34.22] And all I do is pray, day to day\n[00:36.92] But still, I feel my strength might die\n[00:40.43] Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry\n[00:43.51] Even when I close my eyes I still see it\n[00:46.47] Damn, I just don't believe it\n[00:49.42] Bad times I bury, like the cemetary\n[00:52.53] Unworthy people playing beneficiary\n[00:55.33] A lot of people eatin' off of one man's death\n[00:58.18] Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride 'til my last breath\n[01:01.75] You killers, caused a lot of devastation\n[01:04.59] You have no idea what you did to this nation\n[01:07.84] I hate you, excuse my frustration\n[01:10.59] But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just...\n[01:13.97] Don't you give up, be strong (Ohh)\n[01:17.38] Hold on, hold on (Hold on, hold on)\n[01:22.68] Things are gonna get better (They'll get better)\n[01:26.50] Tough times, they last so long (They last so long)\n[01:30.93] Hold on, hold on (Hold on, hold on)\n[01:34.17] If you believe, they will get better (Mmm)\n[01:37.66] Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n[01:40.86] Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n[01:43.71] I been with my nigga 'fore he came in the game\n[01:46.64] No ones, no V's, we used to take the train\n[01:49.72] Just us and the Mafia, goin' out to parties\n[01:52.87] I guess back then, we was real nobodies\n[01:55.71] But, he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n[01:58.95] I rolled hard wit him, how could I forget him?\n[02:01.78] Had beef wit your wife that ain't patched up, but still\n[02:04.93] Got love for your kids, even wrote 'em in my will\n[02:08.09] And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal\n[02:10.96] No matter what I got to do or who I got to kill\n[02:14.06] Shit's real, baby, there ain't no appeal\n[02:16.91] If I'm fucked up, imagine how Ms. Wallace feel\n[02:19.98] Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married\n[02:23.07] Or if I woulda kept, the child that I carried\n[02:26.49] So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in your shoes\n[02:29.42] You thought that this was only happenin' to you, right?\n[02:32.50] Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this, boo\n[02:34.82] 'Cause trust me, I know exactly what you been through\n[02:38.49] Don't you give up, be strong (Ayy, yeah)\n[02:42.76] Hold on, hold on (Hold on, don't let 'em get you down, Kim)\n[02:49.12] Things are gonna get better (Don't let 'em mess you 'round, Kim)\n[02:51.43] Tough times, they last so long (Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)\n[02:55.55] Hold on, hold on (Hold on)\n[02:58.80] If you believe, they will get better (I got you, babe)\n[03:02.41] So I guess you know the story, and how it all ends\n[03:05.84] Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n[03:08.90] One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n[03:11.64] D-Roc, Money L, Little Cease, and Petey\n[03:14.42] The whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n[03:17.87] We miss you so much, and love you so much\n[03:20.61] Never thought life without you would be so rough\n[03:23.53] But I know we gon' make it, we ain't happy but we fakin'\n[03:26.82] And to New York, thanks for the support\n[03:29.83] And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n[03:33.11] This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n[03:36.24] How they took away this beautiful man\n[03:38.98] We shared so many memories, I could go on and on\n[03:42.40] But a song can only be so long\n[03:44.88] It's been hard, but I told God\n[03:47.88] That I'll put up a fight, so here's a long kiss goodnight, Frank White\n[03:53.05] Don't you give up, be strong (Don't give up)\n[03:54.64] Hold on, hold on (You gotta hold on, girl)\n[03:59.89] Things are gonna get better (Don't let 'em\n[04:02.04] Don't let 'em fool you, you better stay inside)\n[04:05.81] Tough times, they last so long (Tough times, they last so long)\n[04:09.29] Hold on, hold on (Hold on, hold on)\n[04:11.55] If you believe, they will get better (See we need you)\n[04:16.42] Don't you give up, be strong (Oh, we need you Kim everyday)\n[04:20.62] Hold on, hold on (We miss you, we miss you B.I.G., ohh)\n[04:25.45] Things are gonna get better\n[04:27.38] Tough times, they last so long (Tough times, they last)\n[04:32.44] Hold on, hold on (Don't let 'em get you down)\n[04:35.39] If you believe, they will get better (Don't let '\n[04:38.34] Em tell you you won't be around, just hold on, hold on)\n[04:41.34] Don't you give up, be strong (Hold on, hold on)\n[04:43.70] Hold on, hold on (Ohh, yeah)\n[04:47.59] Things are gonna get better (Hold on\n[04:50.25] Hold on, things will get better, baby)\n[04:53.64] Tough times, they last so long (Things will get better, Kimmy)\n[04:56.01] Hold on, hold on (I'm tellin' you, it's\n[04:58.73] Your friend Mary, I love you, I love you)\n[05:01.57] If you believe, they will get better\n[05:02.76] Your friend, don't you know that?)\n[05:04.35] Don't you give up, be strong (B.I.G.)\n[05:07.00] Hold on, hold on (He still lives in me)\n[05:11.06] Things are gonna get better (He still lives in you, and all of you)\n[05:15.51] Tough times, they last so long (And everybody that knows him)\n[05:18.29] Hold on, hold on (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[05:21.16] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, ohh)\n[05:24.08] If you believe, they will get better (Ohh, believe, believe, believe)\n[05:27.87] Don't you give up, be strong (Only if you believe, it'll get better)\n[05:31.22] Hold on, hold on (Only if you believe, it'll get better, yeah)\n[05:36.52] Things are gonna get better (Ohh)\n[05:39.97] Tough times, they last so long (Just ignore the nonsense)\n[05:44.86] Hold on, hold on ('Cause you're on another level)\n[05:47.34] If you believe, they will get better (Don't, don't let '\n[05:50.76] Em fool ya, don't let 'em fool ya, I got ya, I got ya, I got ya)\n[05:54.11] Don't you give up, be strong (I got you Kim)\n[05:56.96] Hold on, hold on (I'll hold you in my arms like you were my own, baby)\n[06:00.88] Things are gonna get better\n[06:04.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hold On (feat. 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like the cemetary\n Unworthy people playing beneficiary\n A lot of people eatin' off of one man's death\n Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride 'til my last breath\n You killers, caused a lot of devastation\n You have no idea what you did to this nation\n I hate you, excuse my frustration\n But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just...\n\n Don't you give up, be strong (Ohh)\n Hold on, hold on (Hold on, hold on)\n Things are gonna get better (They'll get better)\n Tough times, they last so long (They last so long)\n Hold on, hold on (Hold on, hold on)\n If you believe, they will get better (Mmm)\n\n Frank White, the man with the money and the fame\n Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name\n I been with my nigga 'fore he came in the game\n\n No ones, no V's, we used to take the train\n\n Just us and the Mafia, goin' out to parties\n I guess back then, we was real nobodies\n But, he was my nigga, and I was his bitch\n I rolled hard wit him, how could I forget him?\n Had beef 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Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends\n One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens\n D-Roc, Money L, Little Cease, and Petey\n The whole B.I. family, remind me of you\n\n We miss you so much, and love you so much\n Never thought life without you would be so rough\n But I know we gon' make it, we ain't happy but we fakin'\n And to New York, thanks for the support\n And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land\n This is somethin' young kids just won't understand\n How they took away this beautiful man\n We shared so many memories, I could go on and on\n But a song can only be so long\n It's been hard, but I told God\n\n That I'll put up a fight, so here's a long kiss goodnight, Frank White\n\n Don't you give up, be strong (Don't give up)\n Hold on, hold on (You gotta hold on, girl)\n Things are gonna get better (Don't let 'em\n Don't let 'em fool you, you better stay inside)\n\n Tough times, they last so long (Tough times, they last so long)\n Hold on, hold on 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