Hold On (Original Version) lyrics

[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 n*ggas
n*ggas be frontin' man
G-Unit in this motherf*cker
Told n*ggas man I'm cool, calm and collected man
Ayo 50
Ayo this n*gga barely breathin', n*gga, ha hah
I say the word, a n*gga gone

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
It won't be long 'fore you dead
You wanna run your mouth crazy, talk about me
n*gga 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 dead
I squeeze till the semi run out
n*ggas who know me good in my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the n*gga 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 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 b*tch face and p*ssed 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 f*ck with them n*ggas, they got scary ways
Shots ringin', n*ggas start singin' like Mary J
Yeah
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you can
Hold on, n*gga, hol' on
Seems like an ambulance, always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore your dead

[Verse 3: Young Buck and 50 Cent]
Desert Eagle, .50 caliber, it came with a silencer
I beat another case, (Haha Buck, I'm proud of ya')
Brooklyn showed me how to put a razor in my mouth
Queens n*ggas do it too, I had to bring it to the south
Now I ain't gon' give you this gun if you playin'
And you might want to hold this b*tch with two hands
I'm a marksman, I can hit ya' right where ya' stand
While you on the ground layin', your momma right there prayin'
I put the fifth to your head, your white T turn red
n*gga now give the bread, I'll fill your ass with lead
Put a hole in ya' wig, with the SIG, ya' dig?
Shouldn't f*ck with the kid — I don'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*gga my gun don't care
The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, your dead, n*gga who cares? (Yeah!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you can
Hold on, n*gga, hol' on
Seems like an ambulance always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead
[Verse 3: 50 Cent and Young Buck]
Me and my b*tch: We break up, we make up; see Jacob for the stones
We caked up, that's what's up, 'cause I'm out with the chrome
You f*ck up, you get bucked, Buck'll get ya'
Push a knife through your chest, boy I ain't f*ckin' with ya'
50, let me see your Glock for a minute
My n*gga, bring it back
If it's blood on the barrel, homie take care o' that
Yayo pick me up, and don't be late
I need to try and buy some shells for this old .38
The Unit's 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 n*ggas, my stacks, them figures
We got lives to take, we got wives to rape (Come on)
I had to cut the grass down just to find the snake
Everytime I mate, everytime they hate
I got a bad temper n*gga, just rewind the tape, yeah (Yeah!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you can
Hol' on, n*gga, hol' on (n*gga hold on)
Seems like an ambulance always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Cam you make Harlem look bad
Ride round in a pink truck
You sweet n*gga
I know ya style boy
Talkin' 'bout you got I.B.S., n*gga you got A.I.D.S
Aids n*gga, n*gga call you Killa, you don't put no work in
Why they call you Killa
f*ck around and brush your teeth, ya teeth bleedin'
n*gga drink behind you have all kinda sh*t
f*ck around, show up thirty pound lighter
Talk about "man all I, all I remember is I had a little bit of Cam Snapple"
Y'all can live with this to June, March 27, Buck The World, y'all know what time it is