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点击复制Hold On (Album Version|Explicit) - Young Buck/50 Cent (50美分)
Written by：H. Kelly/Curtis Jackson/Andre Young/D Brown/C. Otis
Yeah niggas
G unit in this motherf**ker it's the unit
Ayo 50
Ayo this n***a barely breathing n***a
It won't be long for you dead
You wanna run your mouth crazy talking about me
n***a I come for your head
And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
It won't be long for you dead
You wanna run your mouth crazy talking about me
n***a I come for your head
And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
I hit your heart you dead
I squeeze till the semi run out
Niggas know me good
In my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the n***a 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 man ha ha
Beams clips and grips this a sticky situation yeah
Adrenaline rush I squeeze my heart start pacing
Same glock
Same block
Same chain
Same watch
Same six four drop
Same n***a on top
Don't blame me
If your motherf**king block get hot
'Cause I'm just tryin' to make a livin' n***a
Stay up outta prison
In a position of power
In a position where b*tch ass cowards
Can't f**k with our
Sand just do me
Who he
Say do sue me
Motherf**ker I got bread
It won't be long for you dead
If you can't hold on n***a hold on
It seems like an ambulance
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long for you dead
When you wired up
It ain't no smilin'
See all of them wildin'
And these niggas is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin'
And you know that reaper comin'
When that heater start dumpin'
Ain't nobody seen nothin' these niggas is silent
From 12th avenue all the way to the projects
Real niggas
We don't f**k around with the nonsense
Murder one sh*t
That's how get motherf**ker what
I put fifth to your head
Your white t turn red
n***a now give up the bread
I'll fill your ass with lead
Put a hole in your wig
With the sig your dig
Said don't f**k with the kid
I won'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***a my gun don't care
The hammer hit that shell
Homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash your dead
n***a who cares yeah
If you can't hold on n***a hold on
It seems like an ambulance
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long for you dead
Me and my b*tch
We break up
We make up
See Jacob for stones
We kicked up
That's what's up
Because I'm out
With the chrome
You f**k up
You get bucked
Buck'll get ya'
Push a knife through your chest boy
I ain't f**king with ya'
My hood
My coke
My w**d
My d**e
My pills
My liquor
My family
My niggas
We soldiers
We killers
They know us
They feel us
They know we gorillas
You know who the realest
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 niggas
My stacks them figures
Buckshots hit his ass
From the shotgun blast
Black dickie suit
And a f**king black ski mask
s***t first this is how
React and we act
Like it's nothing cashville
Niggas used to that
Listen
If you can't hold on n***a hold on
It seems like an ambulance
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long for you dead
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