letra de hold on [explicit] - young buck featuring 50 cent
yeah n-gg-z, g-unit in this motherf-cker
aiyyo 50, aiyyo, this n-gg- barely breathin’, n-gg-
it won’t be long ‘fore you dead
you wanna run your mouth crazy talkin’ ’bout me
n-gg-, i come for your head
and leave your monkey -ss laid out in the street
it won’t be long ‘fore you dead
you wanna run your mouth crazy talkin’ ’bout me
n-gg-, i come for your head
and leave your monkey -ss laid out in the street
i hit your heart, you dead, i squeeze till the semi run out
n-gg-z know me good and 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 till the mac-10 blow
i got 32 shots, i ain’t got to aim
i’ll wave this b-tch 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 n-gg- on top
don’t blame me if your motherf-ckin’ block get hot
’cause i’m just tryin’ to make a livin’, 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
if you can’t hold on, n-gg-, 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 n-gg-z is violent
little do you know your time could be expirin’
and you know that reaper comin’ when that heater start dumpin’
like n-body seen nothin’, these n-gg-z is silent
from 12th avenue, all the way to the projects
real n-gg-z, we don’t f-ck around with the nonsense
murder one, sh-t, that’s how it get, motherf-cker, what?
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
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?
if you can’t hold on, n-gg-, 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 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 getcha
push a knife through your chest, boy, i ain’t f-ckin’ wit cha
the unit’s my hood, my c-ke, my weed, my dope
my pills, my liquor, my family, my n-gg-z
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 n-gg-z, my stacks, them figures
buck shots, hit his -ss from the shotgun blast
black d-ckie suit and a f-ckin’ black ski mask
shoot first, this is how i react and we act
like it’s nothin’, cashville n-gg-z used to that, listen
if you can’t hold on, n-gg-, 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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