Young Buck - Hold On lyrics

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Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it's the Unit)

Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga!

It won't be long 'fore you dead...

You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me

Nigga I come for your head...

And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street

I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run out

Niggaz know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb out

I'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low

Can't tell that this a hit, 'til the mac-10 blow

I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim

I'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

Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch

Same six-fo' drop, same nigga on top

Don't blame me if your muh'fuckin block get hot

Cause I'm just tryin to make a livin, nigga stay up outta prison

In a position of power

In a position where bitch ass cowards can't fuck with ours

And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me?

Muh'fucker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)

If, you, can't, hold on nigga hold on

It seems like it never lasts

Always takes so long when you're hit

It won't be long 'fore you dead

When you wired up in ain't no smilin

See all of 'em whylin, and these niggaz is violent

Little do you know your time could be expirin

And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin

Nobody seen 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 it get - muh'fucker what

I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red

Nigga now give up the bread, I'll fill ya ass with lead

Put 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 fair

The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don't care

The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare

Your life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!)

Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stones

We kick up, that's what's up, cause I'm out, with the chrome

You fuck up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha

Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't fuckin wit'cha

The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope

My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz

We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us

They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest

The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tec

My protects, my family, do you, understand me?

My knife, my gun, my wife, my son

My love, my niggaz, my stacks, them figures

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$hville niggaz used to that

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