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Hold On Lyrics - Buck Tha World - Young Buck

(gunshot) 

 

(Intro: Young Buck) 

Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherf**ker (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 me 

Nigga I come for your head... 

And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street 

 

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(50 Cent) 

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 

 

(Young Buck) 

Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch 

Same six-fo' drop, same nigga on top 

Don't blame me if your muh'f**kin 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 f**k with ours 

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

Muh'f**ker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead) 

 

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(Chorus: 50 Cent) 

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

It seems like an ambulance 

Always takes so long when you're hit 

It won't be long 'fore you dead 

 

(Young Buck) 

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 f**k around with the nonsense 

Murder One shit, that's how it get - muh'f**ker what 

 

(50 Cent) 

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 f**k 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!) 

 

(Chorus) 

 

(50 Cent) 

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 f**k up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha 

Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't f**kin wit'cha 

 

(Young Buck) 

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 

 

(50 Cent) 

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 

 

(Young Buck) 

Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast 

Black Dickie suit and a f**kin black ski mask 

Shoot first, this is how I react and we act 

like it's nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to that 

Listen 

 

(Chorus) 

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