(Young Buck) Yea niggas, G-unit in this motha fucka Ayo 50, ayo this nigga battlin breathin nigga (50 Cent) It won't be long for ya dead You wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me Nigga I'll go for ya head and leave ya monkey ass laid out in the street It won't be long for ya dead You wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me Nigga I'll go for ya head and leave ya monkey ass laid out in the street (50 Cent) I hit ya heart ya dead I squeeze till the semi run out Niggaz who know me good in my hood call me a dumb out I'm the nigga in the hoopti with my hat down low Can't tell that this a hit until the mac 10 blow I got 32 shots, I ain't gotta aim I'll wave this bitch in ya direction man Beams, clips, and grips this a sticky situation (???) Adrenaline rush'll squeeze my heart start pacin (Young Buck) Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch Same 64 drop same nigga on top Don't blame me if ya ma fuckin block get hot Cuz I'm just tryin to make a livin nigga, stay up outta prison In the position of power, in a position where bitch ass cowards cant fuck with ours And just do me, who he, say he gon sue me, ma fucka I got bread (Chorus - 50) If you can hold on, nigga hold on It seems like it'll never last Always takes so long when ya hit It won't be long for ya dead (Young Buck) When ya wired up it ain't no smilin, see all of 'em wylin And these niggas 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 say 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 I get ma fucka WHAT (50 Cent) I put the 5th to ya head, ya white teeth turn red Nigga now get the bread, I fill ya ass up with lead I put a hole in ya wig with the SIG ya dig Shouldn't fuck with the kid I don't play that shit It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair The trigga gots no heart, nigga my gun don't care The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare Your life start to flash, your dead nigga who cares? (Chorus - 50) If you can hold on, nigga hold on It seems like it'll never last Always takes so long when ya hit It won't be long for ya dead (50 Cent) Me and my bitch we break up we make up see jac-ob for the stones We kick up that's what's up cuz I'm out with the chrome You fuck up you get bucked buck'll get ya Push a knife through ya chest boy I ain't fuckin with ya (Young Buck) G-Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope, my pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz We soldiers, we killaz, they know us, they feel us They know we guerillaz, you know who the realest (50 Cent) It's my game, my set, my mac, my tek, my protection, 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 niggaz used to that, listen (Chorus - 50) If you can hold on, nigga hold on It seems like it'll never last Always takes so long when ya hit It won't be long for ya dead Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com