Hold On (Original Version) Young Buck (Ft. 50 Cent)

[Intro: 50 Cent & Young Buck]
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
Yeah
Yeah niggas
Niggas be frontin', man
G-Unit in this motherfucker
Told niggas man I'm cool, calm and collected, man
Ayo 50
Ayo this nigga barely breathin', nigga, ha hah
I say the word, a nigga gone

[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 & Young Buck]
I hit you're heart you dead
I squeeze till the semi run out
Niggas who know me good in 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 until 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, it's a sticky situation (Yeah)
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacing
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 bitch face and pissed 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 fuck with them niggas, they got scary ways
Shots ringin', niggas start singin' like Mary J
Yeah