Young Buck feat. 50 Cent Hold On Lyrics

Yeah *****s, G-Unit in this ************ (It's the Unit)
Ayo 50, ayo this ***** barely breathing, *****!

It won't be long before you dead
You wanna run your mouth crazy, talking about me
***** I come for your head
And leave your monkey-*** laid out in the street

It won't be long before you dead
You wanna run your mouth crazy, talking about me
***** I come for your head
And leave your monkey-*** laid out in the street

I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze till the semi run out
*****s know me good, in my hood, call me a dumb out
I'm the ***** in the hooptie with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a hit, until the MAC-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this ***** in your direction man (Ha-ha)
Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (Yeah)
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacing

Same Glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-four drop, same ***** on top
Don't blame me if your **********ing block get hot
Because I'm just tryin' to make a livin', ***** stay up outta prison
In a position of power
In a position where *****-*** cowards can't **** with ours
And just do me, who he, say he going sue me?
************ I got bread (It won't be long before you dead)

If you can't, hold on, *****, hold on
It seems like an ambulance
Always takes so long, when you're hit
It won't be long before you dead

When you wired up it ain't no smilin'
See all of them wildin', and these *****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 seen nothin', these *****s is silent
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real *****s, we don't **** around with the nonsense
Murder one ****, that's how it get, ************ what?

I put the fifth to your head, your white T turn red
***** now give up the bread, I'll fill your *** with lead
Put a hole in your wig, with the cig', your dig?
Said **** with the kid, I don't play that **** (Come on)
It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair
The trigger gots no heart, ***** my gun don't care
The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, your dead, ***** who cares? (Yeah!)

If you can't, hold on, *****, hold on
It seems like an ambulance
Always takes so long, when you're hit
It won't be long before you dead

Me and my *****, we break up, we make up, see Jacob, for the stones
We kicked up, that's what's up, because I'm out with the chrome
You **** up, you get bucked, Buck'll get ya'
Push a knife through your chest, boy I ain't ****ing with ya'

The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope
My pills; my liquor, my family, my *****s
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 protection, my family, do you understand me?
My knife, my gun, my wife, my son
My love, my *****s, my stacks, them figures

Buckshots hit his *** from the shotgun blast
Black Dickie suit, and a ****ing black ski-mask
Shoot first, this is how I react, and we act
Like it's nothing, Cashville *****s used to that
Listen

If you can't, hold on, *****, hold on
It seems like an ambulance
Always takes so long, when you're hit
It won't be long before you dead

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