Hold On - Young Buck, 50 Cent

Yea niggas, G-unit in this motha fucka

Ayo 50, ayo this nigga battlin breathin nigga

(50 Cent)

It won’t be long for ya dead

You wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me Nigga I’ll go for ya head

and leave ya monkey ass laid out in the street

It won’t be long for ya dead

You wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me Nigga I’ll go for ya head

and leave ya monkey ass laid out in the street

(50 Cent)

I hit ya heart ya dead

I squeeze till the semi run out

Niggaz who know me good in my hood call me a dumb out

I’m the nigga in the hoopti with my hat down low

Can’t tell that this a hit until the mac 10 blow

I got 32 shots, I ain’t gotta aim

I’ll wave this bitch in ya direction man

Beams, clips, and grips this a sticky situation (???)

Adrenaline rush’ll squeeze my heart start pacin

(Young Buck)

Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch

Same 64 drop same nigga on top

Don’t blame me if ya ma fuckin block get hot

Cuz I’m just tryin to make a livin nigga, stay up outta prison

In the position of power, in a position where bitch ass cowards cant fuck with

ours

And just do me, who he, say he gon sue me, ma fucka I got bread

If you can hold on, nigga hold on It seems like it’ll never last

Always takes so long when ya hit

It won’t be long for ya dead

(Young Buck)

When ya wired up it ain’t no smilin, see all of 'em wylin

And these niggas is violent

Little do you know your time could be expirin

And you know that reaper comin when that heater start dumpin

Ain’t nobody say nothin

These niggaz is silent

From 12th Avenue all the way to the projects

Real niggaz, we don’t fuck around with the nonsense

Murder one shit.

that’s how I get ma fucka WHAT

(50 Cent)

I put the 5th to ya head, ya white teeth turn red

Nigga now get the bread, I fill ya ass up with lead

I put a hole in ya wig with the SIG ya dig

Shouldn’t fuck with the kid

I don’t play that shit

It’s all part of the game, man the game ain’t fair

The trigga gots no heart, nigga my gun don’t care

The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare

Your life start to flash, your dead nigga who cares?

If you can hold on, nigga hold on It seems like it’ll never last

Always takes so long when ya hit

It won’t be long for ya dead

(50 Cent)

Me and my bitch we break up we make up see jac-ob for the stones

We kick up that’s what’s up cuz I’m out with the chrome

You fuck up you get bucked buck’ll get ya Push a knife through ya chest boy I ain’t fuckin with ya

(Young Buck)

G-Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope, my pills, my liquor, my family,

my niggaz

We soldiers, we killaz, they know us, they feel us They know we guerillaz, you know who the realest

(50 Cent)

It’s my game, my set, my mac, my tek, my protection, my family

Do you understand me?

My knife, my gun, my wife, my son, my love, my niggaz, my stacks, them figures

(Young Buck)

Buck shots hit his ass from the shotgun blast

Black dickie suit and a fuckin black ski mask

Shoot first, this is how I react

and we act like it’s nothin

Ca niggaz used to that, listen

If you can hold on, nigga hold on It seems like it’ll never last

Always takes so long when ya hit

It won’t be long for ya dead