Young Buck Young Buck - Buck The World - 08 - Hold On (Feat. 50 Cent) Lyrics

n____ I come for your head...
And leave your monkey a__ laid out in the street

[50 Cent]
I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run out
n____z know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the n____ 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 b____ 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 n____ on top
Don't blame me if your muh'f___in block get hot
Cause I'm just tryin to make a livin, n____ stay up outta prison
In a position of power
In a position where b____ a__ cowards can't f___ with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me?
Muh'f___er I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you, can't, hold on n____ hold on
It seems like it never lasts
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 n____z 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 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 it get - muh'f___er what

[50 Cent]
I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red
n____ now give up the bread, I'll fill ya a__ with lead
Put a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig?
Said f___ the kids, I don't play that s___ (c'mon)
It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair
The trigger gots no heart, n____ my gun don't care
The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, ya dead, n____ who cares? (YEAH!)

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Me and my b____ 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___ up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha
Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't f___in wit'cha

[Young Buck]
The Unit's my hood, my c__e, my weed, my dope
My pills, my liquor, my family, my n____z
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 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
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