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Young Buck( David Darnell Brown )
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Hold On - Album Version (Edited)
Young Buck Feat. 50 Cent
Yeah , G-Unit in this Aiyyo 50, aiyyo, this barely breathin',
It won't be long 'fore you You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin' 'bout me , I come for your head And leave your monkey laid out in the street
It won't be long 'fore you You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin' 'bout me , I come for your head And leave your monkey laid out in the street
I hit your heart, you , I squeeze till the run out know me good and my hood call me a dumb out I'm the in the hooptie with my hat down low Can't tell that this a till the blow
I got , I ain't got to aim I'll wave this in your direction, mayne , and , this a sticky situation Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin'
Same , same block, same chain, same watch Same six-four drop, same on top Don't blame me if your block get hot 'Cause I'm just tryin' to make a livin', stay up outta prison
In a position of power In a position where can't with ours And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me? , I got bread
It won't be long 'fore you If you can't hold on, , hold on It seems like it never lasts Always takes so long when you're hit It won't be long 'fore you
When you wired up in, ain't no smilin' See all of 'em whylin' and these is violent Little do you know your time could be expirin' And you know that reaper comin' when that start dumpin' Like nobody seen nothin', these is silent Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects Real , we don't around with the nonsense one, , that's how it get, , what?
I put to your head, your white tee , now give up the bread, I'll fill ya Put a in your wig with the , ya dig? Said, the kids, I don't play that
It's all part of the game, man, the game ain't fair gots no heart, , my don't care , homie, you see that flare Your life start to flash, ya , , who cares?
If you can't hold on, , 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 , 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 up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha , boy, I ain't wit cha
The Unit's my hood, my , my , my My , my liquor, my family, my We soldiers, we , they know us, they feel us They know we gorillas, you know who the realest
The Unit's my , my , my , my My protects, my family, do you understand me? My , my , my wife, my son My love, my , my stacks, them figures
Black Dickie suit and a black ski mask first, this is how I react and we act Like it's nothin', Cashville used to that, listen
If you can't hold on, , hold on It seems like it never lasts Always takes so long when you're hit It won't be long 'fore you
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