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lirik lagu hold on – young buck

(feat. 50 cent)

[gunshot]

[intro: young buck]
yeah n-gg-s, g-unit in this motherf-cker (it’s the unit)
aiyyo 50, aiyyo this n-gg- barely breathing n-gg-!

[50 cent – repeat 2x]
it won’t be long ‘fore you dead…
you wanna run your mouth crazy talking ’bout me
n-gg- i come for your head…
and leave your monkey -ss laid out in the street

[50 cent]
i hit your heart you dead, i squeeze ’til the semi run out
n-gg-s know me good, i’m my hood call me a dumb out
i’m the n-gg- 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-tch in your direction mayne (ha ha)
beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah)
adrenaline rush, i squeeze, my heart start pacing

[young buck]
same glock, same block, same chain, same watch
same six-fo’ drop, same n-gg- on top
don’t blame me if your motherf-cking block get hot
cause i’m just trying to make a living, n-gg- stay up outta prison
in a position of power
in a position where b-tch -ss cowards can’t f-ck with ours
and just do me, who he, say he gon’ sue me?
motherf-cker i got bread (it won’t be long ‘fore you dead)

[chorus: 50 cent]
if, you, can’t, hold on n-gg- hold on
it seems like an ambulance
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 smiling
see all of ’em whylin, and these n-gg-s is violent
little do you know your time could be expiring
and you know that reaper coming when that heater start dumping
n-body seen nothing, these n-gg-s is silent
from 12th avenue, all the way to the projects
real n-gg-s, we don’t f-ck around with the nonsense
murder one sh-t, that’s how it get – motherf-cker what

[50 cent]
i put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red
n-gg- now give up the bread, i’ll fill ya -ss with lead
put a hole in your wig, with the cig’, ya dig?
said f-ck the kids, i don’t play that sh-t (c’mon)
it’s all part of the game, man the game ain’t fair
the trigger gots no heart, n-gg- my gun don’t care
the hammer hit that sh-ll homie you see that flare
your life start to flash, ya dead, n-gg- who cares? (yeah!)

[chorus]

[50 cent]
me and my b-tch 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-ck up, you get bucked, buck’ll get you
push a knife through your chest boy i ain’t f-cking with you

[young buck]
the unit’s my hood, my c-ke, my weed, my dope
my pills, my liquor, my family, my n-gg-s
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-gg-s, my stacks, them figures

[young buck]
buck shots, hit his -ss from the shotgun blast
black d-ckie suit and a f-cking black ski mask
shoot first, this is how i react and we act
like it’s nothing, ca$hville n-gg-s used to that
listen

[chorus]

- kumpulan lirik lagu young buck