Young Buck Ft. 50 Cent Hold On(Non Album Version) Lyrics

50 Cent(talking):
That how it is you know everythings good till it starts to go bad
then it just get worst and get worst and get worst I guees that just
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(50 & Young Buck talking)

50 Cent:
won't be long before ya dead
wanna run your mouth crazy talkin bout me
n____ ill come for ya head
leave your monkey a__ laid out in the street
won't be long before ya dead
wanna run your mouth crazy talkin bout me
n____ ill come for ya head
leave your monkey a__ laid out in the street

I hit your heart you dead
I squeeze til the semi run out
n____s who know me good in my hood call me a dumbout
Im the n____ in the hooptie with his hat down low
can't tell that its a hit til the mac 10 blow
I got 32 shots i aint got to aim
I wave this b____ in your direction man
beams clips and grips its a sticky situation
Adrenaline rushes squeeze my hustle now face it

Young Buck:
hey yo
50 let me Mossberg pump it put some bricks in his pockets
push him off the manhattan bridge while you watchin
We spit in this b____ face and p___ on his grave
this is the way that gorrillas behave
when you let them out the cage a military rage
and im not the only one we all carry k's
I don't f___ with them n____s they got scary ways
shots ringin' n____s start singin like Mary J

Chorus:
If you can hold on n____ hold on
seems like an ambulance always takes so long
when ya hit it won't be long before ya dead

Young Buck:
Desert eagle 50 caliber it came with a silencer
I beat another case (50 Cent: Ha ha buck im proud of ya)
wont you show me how to put a razor in my mouth
Queens n____s do it to I had to bring it to the south
Now i ain't going to give you this gun if you playin'
and you might want to hold this b____ with 2 hands
I'm a marksmen I can hit you right where you stand
while you on the ground layin your mama right there prayin'

50 cent:
Put the fifth to your head your white t turn red
n____ now give up the bread, or fill your a__ with lead
put a hole in your wig, with the cig ya dig
shouldn't f___ with the kid, i dont play that s___
Its all apart of the game, man the game ain't fair
trigger gots no heart, n____ my gun don't care
the hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare
your life starts to flash, you dead n____ who cares

If you can hold on n____ hold on
seems like an ambulance always takes so long
when ya hit it won't be long before ya dead

Me and my b____ we breakup we makeup see jacob for the stones
we picked up thats whats up cause im out with the chrome
ya f___ up get bucked buck'll get ya
push your knife through your chest boy i aint f___in with ya

Young Buck:
50 let me
see your glock for a minute (50 Cent: my n____ bring it back)
if theres blood on the barrel homie take care of that
yayo pick me up and don't be late
i need to try and buy some shell for this old 38

50 Cent:
Its my gang, my set my mac my tech
my protection my family do you understand me
my knife my gun my wife my son
my love my n____s my stacks them figures

Young Buck:
We got lives to take, we got wives to rape
had to cut the grass down just to find this snake
everytime i make everytime they hate
I got a bad temper n____ just rewind the tape

50 Cent:
If you can hold on n____ hold on
seems like an ambulance always takes so long
when ya hit it won't be long before ya dead