Lirik Lagu Hold On feat. 50 Cent - Young Buck
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(feat. 50 Cent)
[gunshot]
[Intro: Young Buck]Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it's the Unit)Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga!
[50 Cent - repeat 2X]It won't be long 'fore you dead...You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout meNigga I come for your head...And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
[50 Cent]I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run outNiggaz know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb outI'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down lowCan't tell that this a hit, 'til the mac-10 blowI got 32 shots, I ain't got to aimI'll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha)Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah)Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin
[Young Buck]Same glock, same block, same chain, same watchSame six-fo' drop, same nigga on topDon't blame me if your muh'fuckin block get hotCause I'm just tryin to make a livin, nigga stay up outta prisonIn a position of powerIn a position where bitch ass cowards can't fuck with oursAnd just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me?Muh'fucker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]If, you, can't, hold on nigga hold onIt seems like it never lastsAlways takes so long when you're hitIt won't be long 'fore you dead
[Young Buck]When you wired up in ain't no smilinSee all of 'em whylin, and these niggaz is violentLittle do you know your time could be expirinAnd you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpinNobody seen nothin, these 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 it get - muh'fucker what
[50 Cent]I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn redNigga now give up the bread, I'll fill ya ass with leadPut a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig?Said fuck the kids, I don't play that shit (c'mon)It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fairThe trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don't careThe hammer hit that shell homie you see that flareYour life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stonesWe kick up, that's what's up, cause I'm out, with the chromeYou fuck up, you get bucked, Buck'll getchaPush a knife through your chest boy I ain't fuckin wit'cha
[Young Buck]The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dopeMy pills, my liquor, my family, my niggazWe soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel usThey know we Gorillas, you know who the realest
[50 Cent]The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tecMy protects, my family, do you, understand me?My knife, my gun, my wife, my sonMy 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 react and we actlike it's nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to thatListen
[Chorus]
[gunshot]
[Intro: Young Buck]Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it's the Unit)Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga!
[50 Cent - repeat 2X]It won't be long 'fore you dead...You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout meNigga I come for your head...And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
[50 Cent]I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run outNiggaz know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb outI'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down lowCan't tell that this a hit, 'til the mac-10 blowI got 32 shots, I ain't got to aimI'll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha)Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah)Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin
[Young Buck]Same glock, same block, same chain, same watchSame six-fo' drop, same nigga on topDon't blame me if your muh'fuckin block get hotCause I'm just tryin to make a livin, nigga stay up outta prisonIn a position of powerIn a position where bitch ass cowards can't fuck with oursAnd just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me?Muh'fucker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]If, you, can't, hold on nigga hold onIt seems like it never lastsAlways takes so long when you're hitIt won't be long 'fore you dead
[Young Buck]When you wired up in ain't no smilinSee all of 'em whylin, and these niggaz is violentLittle do you know your time could be expirinAnd you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpinNobody seen nothin, these 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 it get - muh'fucker what
[50 Cent]I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn redNigga now give up the bread, I'll fill ya ass with leadPut a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig?Said fuck the kids, I don't play that shit (c'mon)It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fairThe trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don't careThe hammer hit that shell homie you see that flareYour life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stonesWe kick up, that's what's up, cause I'm out, with the chromeYou fuck up, you get bucked, Buck'll getchaPush a knife through your chest boy I ain't fuckin wit'cha
[Young Buck]The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dopeMy pills, my liquor, my family, my niggazWe soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel usThey know we Gorillas, you know who the realest
[50 Cent]The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tecMy protects, my family, do you, understand me?My knife, my gun, my wife, my sonMy 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 react and we actlike it's nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to thatListen
[Chorus]
