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Young Buck( David Darnell Brown )
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Hold On [Explicit]
Young Buck Featuring 50 Cent
Lyricist:David Brown, Curtis Jackson, Clyde Lovern Otis, Andre Romell Young
Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherfucker 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
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 till the semi run out Niggaz know me good and 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 till the Mac-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim I'll wave this bitch in your direction, mayne Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin'
Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch Same six-four drop, same nigga on top Don't blame me if your motherfuckin' 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? Motherfucker, 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' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Like 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, motherfucker, 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
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?
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
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', Cashville niggaz used to that, listen
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
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