Young Buck Hold On Lyrics

(Young Buck)
Yea n____s, G-unit in this motha f___a
Ayo 50, ayo this n____ battlin breathin n____

(50 Cent)
It won't be long for ya dead
You wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me
n____ I'll go for ya head
and leave ya monkey a__ laid out in the street
It won't be long for ya dead
You wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me
n____ I'll go for ya head
and leave ya monkey a__ laid out in the street

(50 Cent)
I hit ya heart ya dead
I squeeze till the semi run out
n____z who know me good in my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the n____ 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 b____ 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 n____ on top
Don't blame me if ya ma f___in block get hot
Cuz I'm just tryin to make a livin n____, stay up outta prison
In the position of power, in a position where b____ a__ cowards cant f___ with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon sue me, ma f___a I got bread

(Chorus - 50)
If you can hold on, n____ 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 n____s 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 n____z is silent
From 12th Avenue all the way to the projects
Real n____z, we don't f___ around with the nonsense
Murder one s___.. that's how I get ma f___a WHAT

(50 Cent)
I put the 5th to ya head, ya white teeth turn red
n____ now get the bread, I fill ya a__ up with lead
I put a hole in ya wig with the SIG ya dig
Shouldn't f___ with the kid
I don't play that s___
It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair
The trigga gots no heart, n____ my gun don't care
The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, your dead n____ who cares?

(Chorus - 50)
If you can hold on, n____ 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 b____ 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 f___ up you get bucked buck'll get ya
Push a knife through ya chest boy I ain't f___in with ya

(Young Buck)
G-Unit's my hood, my c__e, my weed, my dope, my pills, my liquor, my family, my n____z
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 n____z, my stacks, them figures

(Young Buck)
Buck shots hit his a__ from the shotgun blast
Black d___ie suit and a f___in black ski mask
Shoot first, this is how I react
and we act like it's nothin
Ca$hville n____z used to that, listen

(Chorus - 50)
If you can hold on, n____ hold on
It seems like it'll never last
Always takes so long when ya hit
It won't be long for ya dead