Текст (слова) песни: Young Buck - Hold On

[Intro: Young Buck]
Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it`s the Unit)
Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga!

[50 Cent - repeat 2X]
It won`t be long `fore you dead...
You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin `bout me
Nigga I come for your head...
And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street

[50 Cent]
I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze `til the semi run out
Niggaz know me good, I`m my hood call me a dumb out
I`m the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low
Can`t tell that this a hit, `til the mac-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain`t got to aim
I`ll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha)
Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah)
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin

[Young Buck]
Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-fo` drop, same nigga on top
Don`t blame me if your muh`fuckin block get hot
Cause I`m just tryin to make a livin, nigga stay up outta prison
In a position of power
In a position where bitch ass cowards can`t fuck with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon` sue me?
Muh`fucker I got bread (it won`t be long `fore you dead)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you, can`t, hold on nigga hold on
It seems like an ambulance
takes so long when you`re hit
It won`t be long `fore you dead

[Young Buck]
When you wired up in ain`t no smilin
See all of `em whylin, and these niggaz is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin
And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin
Nobody seen nothin, these niggaz is silent
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real niggaz, we don`t fuck around with the nonsense
Murder One shit, that`s how it get - muh`fucker what

[50 Cent]
I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red
Nigga now give up the bread, I`ll fill ya ass with lead
Put a hole in your wig, with the cig`, ya dig?
Said fuck the kids, I don`t play that shit (c`mon)
It`s all part of the game, man the game ain`t fair
The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don`t care
The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!)

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Me and my bitch 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 fuck up, you get bucked, Buck`ll getcha
Push a knife through your chest boy I ain`t fuckin wit`cha

[Young Buck]
The Unit`s my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope
My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz
We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us
They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest

[50 Cent]
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 niggaz, my stacks, them figures

[Young Buck]
Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast
Black Dickie suit and a fuckin black ski mask
Shoot first, this is how I react and we act
like it`s nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to that
Listen

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Young Buck - Hold On [Intro: Young Buck] Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it`s the Unit) Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga! [50 Cent - repeat 2X] It won`t be long `fore you dead... You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin `bout me Nigga I come for your head... And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street [50 Cent] I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze `til the semi run out Niggaz know me good, I`m my hood call me a dumb out I`m the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low Can`t tell that this a hit, `til the mac-10 blow I got 32 shots, I ain`t got to aim I`ll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha) Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah) Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin [Young Buck] Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch Same six-fo` drop, same nigga on top Don`t blame me if your muh`fuckin block get hot Cause I`m just tryin to make a livin, nigga stay up outta prison In a position of power In a position where bitch ass cowards can`t fuck with ours And just do me, who he, say he gon` sue me? Muh`fucker I got bread (it won`t be long `fore you dead) [Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you, can`t, hold on nigga hold on It seems like an ambulance takes so long when you`re hit It won`t be long `fore you dead [Young Buck] When you wired up in ain`t no smilin See all of `em whylin, and these niggaz is violent Little do you know your time could be expirin And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin Nobody seen nothin, these niggaz is silent From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects Real niggaz, we don`t fuck around with the nonsense Murder One shit, that`s how it get - muh`fucker what [50 Cent] I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red Nigga now give up the bread, I`ll fill ya ass with lead Put a hole in your wig, with the cig`, ya dig? Said fuck the kids, I don`t play that shit (c`mon) It`s all part of the game, man the game ain`t fair The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don`t care The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare Your life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!) [Chorus] [50 Cent] Me and my bitch 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 fuck up, you get bucked, Buck`ll getcha Push a knife through your chest boy I ain`t fuckin wit`cha [Young Buck] The Unit`s my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest [50 Cent] 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 niggaz, my stacks, them figures [Young Buck] Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast Black Dickie suit and a fuckin black ski mask Shoot first, this is how I react and we act like it`s nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to that Listen [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Hold On: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/124/1/2144.html Все тексты песен: Young Buck » Young Buck - Penny Pinchin` » Young Buck - Blood In Blood Out » Young Buck - Clean Up Man » Young Buck - Black Gloves » Young Buck - All About Money » Young Buck - I`m A Soldier » Young Buck - Buck The World » Young Buck - Pocket Full Of Paper » Young Buck - I`ll Be Back » Young Buck - Get Your Murder On » Young Buck - I Need A Freak » Young Buck - 4 Kings » Young Buck - Shorty Wanna Ride » Young Buck - Bonafide Hustler » Young Buck - » Young Buck - Money In The Bank » Young Buck - Hard Hitters » Young Buck - Can`t Keep Livin` » Young Buck - You Can Get It Too » Young Buck - Say It To My Face Рекомендуем скачать: » Устинов Юрий - Что собирает Какаду? » Устинов Юрий - Синий краб » Успенская Люба - Расскажи мне мама » Устинов Юрий - Неужели, Мария, только рамы скрипят » Устинов Юрий - Там на пригорке, человек » Уматурман - Китаец Чонь Суй » Умка и Броневичок - Только лучше » Устинов Юрий - Бронзовый фрегат » Умка и Броневичок - Бим или Бом » Умка и Броневичок - Шоу-бизнес » Устинов Юрий - За первой памятью вторая » Укупник Аркадий - Снегурочка » Успенская Люба - Ностальгия » Умка и Броневичок - Мертвая голова » Умка и Броневичок - Беги, королева » Ундервуд - Гастарбайтер » Устинов Юрий - Колыбельная » Умка и Броневичок - Глухонемой глухонемой » Устинов Юрий - Ты слышишь печальный напев кабестана? » Устинов Юрий - Вторая песня о ветре
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