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letra de hold on [ft. 50 cent] - young buck

(young buck)
yea n-gg-s, g-unit in this motha f-cka
ayo 50, ayo this n-gg- battlin breathin n-gg-

(50 cent)
it won’t be long for ya dead
you wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me
n-gg- i’ll go for ya head
and leave ya monkey -ss laid out in the street
it won’t be long for ya dead
you wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me
n-gg- i’ll go for ya head
and leave ya monkey -ss laid out in the street

(50 cent)
i hit ya heart ya dead
i squeeze till the semi run out
n-gg-z who know me good in my hood call me a dumb out
i’m the n-gg- in the hoopti with my hat down low
can’t tell that this a hit until the mac 10 blow
i got 32 shots, i ain’t gotta aim
i’ll wave this b-tch in ya direction man
beams, clips, and grips this a sticky situation (???)
adrenaline rush’ll squeeze my heart start pacin

(young buck)
same glock, same block, same chain, same watch
same 64 drop same n-gg- on top
don’t blame me if ya ma f-ckin block get hot
cuz i’m just tryin to make a livin n-gg-, stay up outta prison
in the position of power, in a position where b-tch -ss cowards cant f-ck with ours
and just do me, who he, say he gon sue me, ma f-cka i got bread

(chorus – 50)
if you can hold on, n-gg- hold on
it seems like it’ll never last
always takes so long when ya hit
it won’t be long for ya dead

(young buck)
when ya wired up it ain’t no smilin, see all of ’em wylin
and these n-gg-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 n-body say 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 i get ma f-cka what

(50 cent)
i put the 5th to ya head, ya white teeth turn red
n-gg- now get the bread, i fill ya -ss up with lead
i put a hole in ya wig with the sig ya dig
shouldn’t f-ck with the kid
i don’t play that sh-t
it’s all part of the game, man the game ain’t fair
the trigga 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, your dead n-gg- who cares?

(chorus – 50)
if you can hold on, n-gg- hold on
it seems like it’ll never last
always takes so long when ya hit
it won’t be long for ya dead

(50 cent)
me and my b-tch we break up we make up see jac-ob for the stones
we kick up that’s what’s up cuz i’m out with the chrome
you f-ck up you get bucked buck’ll get ya
push a knife through ya chest boy i ain’t f-ckin with ya

(young buck)
g-unit’s my hood, my c-ke, my weed, my dope, my pills, my liquor, my family, my n-gg-z
we soldiers, we k!llaz, they know us, they feel us
they know we guerillaz, you know who the realest

(50 cent)
it’s my game, my set, my mac, my tek, my protection, my family
do you understand me?
my knife, my gun, my wife, my son, my love, my n-gg-z, my stacks, them figures

(young buck)
buck shots h-t 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
ca$hville n-gg-z used to that, listen

(chorus – 50)
if you can hold on, n-gg- hold on
it seems like it’ll never last
always takes so long when ya hit
it won’t be long for ya dead

- young buck

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