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hold on (alternate version) - young buck lyrics

[intro:]
[50 cent]
that’s how it is, you know
everything’s good till it starts to go bad
and then it just gets worse, and it gets worse, and it gets worse
i guess that’s just hip-hip

[50 cent & young buck alternate]
yeah
yeah n-gg-s
n-gg-s be frontin’ man
g-unit in this motherf-cker
told n-gg-s man i’m cool, calm, and collected man
ayo 50, ayo this n-gg- barely breathing, n-gg-!
i say the word, n-gg- blow ‘im!

[bridge: 50 cent] x2
it won’t be long ‘fore you dead
you wanna run your mouth crazy, talk about me
n-gg- i come for your head
and leave your monkey -ss laid out in the street

[verse 1: 50 cent and young buck]
[50 cent]
i hit your heart you dead
i squeeze till the semi run out
n-gg-s who know me good in 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 until 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, it’s a sticky situation (yeah)
adrenaline rush, i squeeze, my heart start pacing

[young buck]
ayo 50 let me mossberg pump and put some bricks in his pocket
push him off the manhattan bridge while you watchin’
we spit in his b-tch face and p-ssed on his grave
this is the way that guerillas behave
when you let ’em out the cage, i’m military raised
and i’m not the only one, we all carry k’s
i don’t f-ck with them n-gg-s, they got scary ways
shots ringin’, n-gg-s start singin’ like mary j

[hook: 50 cent]
if you can
hol’ on, n-gg-, hol’ on
seems like an ambulance always takes so long when you’re hit
it won’t be long ‘fore you dead

[verse 2: young buck and 50 cent]
[young buck, (50 cent)]
desert eagle, .50 caliber, it came with a silencer
i beat another case, (haha buck, i’m proud of ya’)
brooklyn showed me how to put a razor in my mouth
queens n-gg-s do it too, i had to bring it to the south
now i ain’t gon’ give you this gun if you playin’
and you might want to hold this b-tch with two hands
i’m a marksman, i can hit ya’ right where ya’ stand
while you on the ground layin’, your momma right there prayin’

[50 cent]
i put the fifth to your head, your white t turn red
n-gg- now give the bread, i’ll fill your -ss with lead
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 (come on)
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, your dead, n-gg- who cares? (yeah!)

[hook: 50 cent]
if you can
hol’ on, n-gg-, hol’ on
seems like an ambulance always takes so long when you’re hit
it won’t be long ‘fore you dead

[verse 3: 50 cent and young buck]
[50 cent]
me and my b-tch: we break up, we make up; see jacob for the stones
we kicked up, that’s what’s up, ’cause i’m out with the chrome
you f-ck up, you get bucked, buck’ll get ya’
push a knife through your chest, boy i ain’t f-ckin’ with ya’

[young buck, (50 cent)]
50, let me see your glock for a minute, (my n-gg-, bring it back)
if it’s blood on the barrel, homie take care o’ that
yayo pick me up, and don’t be late
i need to try and buy some sh-lls for this old .38

[50 cent]
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 n-gg-s, my stacks, them figures

[young buck]
we got lives to take, we got wives to rape
i had to cut the gr-ss down just to find the snake
everytime i mate, everytime they hate
i got a bad temper n-gg-, just rewind the tape (yeah!)

[hook: 50 cent]
if you can
hol’ on, n-gg-, hol’ on
seems like an ambulance always takes so long when you’re hit
it won’t be long ‘fore you dead

- young buck lyrics

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