Greg Thomas - Hold On lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck, (50 Cent)] {*Gunshot*} Yeah n***as, G-Unit in this motherf**er (It's the Unit) Ayo 50, ayo this n***a barely breathing, n***a! [50 Cent: Bridge]x2 It won't be long before you dead You wanna run your mouth crazy, talking about me n***a I come for your head And leave your monkey-a** laid out in the street [Verse 1: 50 Cent and Young Buck] [50 Cent] I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze till the semi run out n***as know me good, in my hood, call me a dumb out I'm the n***a 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**h in your direction man (Ha-ha) Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (Yeah) Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacing [Young Buck, (50 Cent)] Same Glock, same block, same chain, same watch Same six-four drop, same n***a on top Don't blame me if your motherf**ing block get hot Because I'm just tryin' to make a livin', n***a stay up outta prison In a position of power In a position where b**h-a** cowards can't f** with ours And just do me, who he, say he going sue me? Motherf**er I got bread (It won't be long before you dead) [Hook: 50 Cent] If you can't, hold on, n***a, hold on It seems like an ambulance Always takes so long, when you're hit It won't be long before you dead [Verse 2: Young Buck and 50 Cent] [Young Buck] When you wired up it ain't no smilin' See all of them wildin', and these n***as is violent Little do you know your time could be expirin' And you know that Reaper comin' when that heater start dumpin' Ain't nobody seen nothin', these n***as is silent From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects Real n***as, we don't f** around with the nonsense Murder one sh**, that's how it get — motherf**er what? [50 Cent] I put the fifth to your head; your white T turn red n***a now give up the bread; I'll fill your a** with lead Put a hole in your wig, with the SIG, your dig? Said don't f** with the kid — I don't play that sh** (Come on) It's all part of the game; man the game ain't fair The trigger gots no heart; n***a my gun don't care The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare Your life start to flash, your dead, n***a who cares? (Yeah!) [Hook] [Verse 3: 50 Cent and Young Buck] [50 Cent] Me and my b**h: we break up; we make up; see Jacob, for the stones We kicked up, that's what's up, because I'm out with the chrome You f** up, you get bucked; Buck'll get ya' Push a knife through your chest; boy I ain't f**ing with ya' [Young Buck] The Unit's my hood; my coke; my weed; my dope My pills; my liquor; my family; my n***as We soldiers; we k**ers, 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 protection; my family; do you understand me? My knife; my gun; my wife; my son My love; my n***as; my stacks, them figures [Young Buck] Buckshots hit his a** from the shotgun blast Black Dickie suit, and a f**ing black ski-mask Shoot first, this is how I react, and we act Like it's nothing, Cashville n***as used to that Listen [Hook]