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YOUNG BUCK lyrics : "Hold On"

(feat. 50 Cent)

[gunshot]


[Intro: Young Buck]
Yeah ^!$$%z, G-Unit in this mother$#&@er (it's the Unit)

Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this ^!$$% barely breathin ^!$$%!

[50 Cent - repeat 2X]

It won't be long 'fore you dead...
You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me
^!$$% I come for your head...

And leave your monkey $$# laid out in the street

[50 Cent]

I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run out
^!$$%z know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the ^!$$% in the hooptie with my hat down low

Can't tell that this a hit, 'til the mac-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this (*##$ 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 ^!$$% on top

Don't blame me if your muh'$#&@in block get hot
Cause I'm just tryin to make a livin, ^!$$% stay up outta prison
In a position of power

In a position where (*##$ $$# cowards can't $#&@ with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me?
Muh'$#&@er I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)


[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you, can't, hold on ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%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 ^!$$%z is silent
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real ^!$$%z, we don't $#&@ around with the nonsense

Murder One %#@!, that's how it get - muh'$#&@er what

[50 Cent]

I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red
^!$$% now give up the bread, I'll fill ya $$# with lead
Put a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig?

Said $#&@ the kids, I don't play that %#@! (c'mon)
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, ya dead, ^!$$% who cares? (YEAH!)


[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

Me and my (*##$ 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 $#&@ up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha

Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't $#&@in wit'cha

[Young Buck]

The Unit's my hood, my !@%!e, my weed, my dope
My pills, my liquor, my family, my ^!$$%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 ^!$$%z, my stacks, them figures


[Young Buck]
Buck shots, hit his $$# from the shotgun blast
Black Dickie suit and a $#&@in black ski mask
Shoot first, this is how I react and we act
like it's nothin, Ca$hville ^!$$%z used to that

Listen

[Chorus]

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