LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHold On (Feat. Young Buck)
(Young Buck)Yea niggas, G-unit in this motha fuckaAyo 50, ayo this nigga battlin breathin nigga(50 Cent)It won't be long for ya deadYou wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout meNigga I'll go for ya headand leave ya monkey ass laid out in the streetIt won't be long for ya deadYou wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout meNigga I'll go for ya headand leave ya monkey ass laid out in the street(50 Cent)I hit ya heart ya deadI squeeze till the semi run outNiggaz who know me good in my hood call me a dumb outI'm the nigga in the hoopti with my hat down lowCan't tell that this a hit until the mac 10 blowI got 32 shots, I ain't gotta aimI'll wave this bitch in ya direction manBeams, clips, and grips this a sticky situation (???)Adrenaline rush'll squeeze my heart start pacin(Young Buck)Same glock, same block, same chain, same watchSame 64 drop same nigga on topDon't blame me if ya ma fuckin block get hotCuz I'm just tryin to make a livin nigga, stay up outta prisonIn the position of power, in a position where bitch ass cowards cant fuck with oursAnd just do me, who he, say he gon sue me, ma fucka I got bread(Chorus - 50)If you can hold on, nigga hold onIt seems like it'll never lastAlways takes so long when ya hitIt won't be long for ya dead(Young Buck)When ya wired up it ain't no smilin, see all of 'em wylinAnd these niggas is violentLittle do you know your time could be expirinAnd you know that reaper comin when that heater start dumpinAin't nobody say nothinThese niggaz is silentFrom 12th Avenue all the way to the projectsReal niggaz, we don't fuck around with the nonsenseMurder one shit.. that's how I get ma fucka WHAT(50 Cent)I put the 5th to ya head, ya white teeth turn redNigga now get the bread, I fill ya ass up with leadI put a hole in ya wig with the SIG ya digShouldn't fuck with the kidI don't play that shitIt's all part of the game, man the game ain't fairThe trigga gots no heart, nigga my gun don't careThe hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flareYour life start to flash, your dead nigga who cares?(Chorus - 50)If you can hold on, nigga hold onIt seems like it'll never lastAlways takes so long when ya hitIt won't be long for ya dead(50 Cent)Me and my bitch we break up we make up see jac-ob for the stonesWe kick up that's what's up cuz I'm out with the chromeYou fuck up you get bucked buck'll get yaPush 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 niggazWe soldiers, we killaz, they know us, they feel usThey know we guerillaz, you know who the realest(50 Cent)It's my game, my set, my mac, my tek, my protection, my familyDo 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 blastBlack dickie suit and a fuckin black ski maskShoot first, this is how I reactand we act like it's nothinCa niggaz used to that, listen(Chorus - 50)If you can hold on, nigga hold onIt seems like it'll never lastAlways takes so long when ya hitIt won't be long for ya dead
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