Hold On Young Buck (Ft. 50 Cent)

[Intro: Young Buck & (50 Cent)]
{*Gunshot*}
Yeah niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker (It's the Unit)
Ayo 50, ayo this nigga barely breathing, nigga!

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
It won't be long 'fore you dead
You wanna run your mouth crazy, talk about me
Nigga I come for your head
And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street

[Verse 1: 50 Cent and Young Buck]
I hit your heart, you're dead
I squeeze 'till the semi run out
Niggas who know me good in my hood call me a dumb out (Woo)
I'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a hit until the MAC-10 blow (Uh-huh)
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, it's a sticky situation (Yeah)
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze (Yeah), my heart (Yeah) start pacing (Yeah)
Same Glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-four drop, same nigga on top
Don't blame me if your muhfuckin' block get hot
Cause I'm just tryna 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 gon' sue me?
Muhfucker I got bread (It won't be long 'fore you're dead)