Hold On

Yeah niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it's the Unit)
 Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga
 It won't be long 'fore you dead
 You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me
 Nigga I come for your head
 And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
 It won't be long 'fore you dead
 You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me
 Nigga I come for your head
 And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
 I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run out
 Niggaz know me good, I'm 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, 'til 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, this a sticky situation (yeah)
 Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin'
 Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch
 Same six-fo' drop, same nigga on top
 Don't blame me if your muh'fuckin block get hot
 'Cause I'm just tryin to 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 he gon' sue me?
 Muh'fucker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)
 If you can't hold on, nigga, hold on
 It seems like it never lasts
 Always takes so long when you're hit
 It won't be long 'fore you dead
 When you wired up in ain't no smilin'
 See all of 'em whilin', 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 seen nothin, these niggaz is silent
 From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
 Real niggas, we don't fuck around with the nonsense
 Murder One shit, that's how it get, muh'fucker what
 I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red
 Nigga now give up the bread, I'll fill ya ass with lead
 Put a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig?
 Said fuck the kids, I don't play that shit (c'mon)
 It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair
 The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don't care
 The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare
 Your life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (Yeah!)
 If you can't, hold on nigga, hold on
 It seems like an ambulance
 Always takes so long when you're hit
 It won't be long 'fore you dead
 Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stones
 We kick up, that's what's up, 'cause I'm out, with the chrome
 You fuck up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha
 Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't fuckin wit'cha
 The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope
 My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggas
 We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us
 They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest
 The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tec
 My protects, my family, do you, understand me?
 My knife, my gun, my wife, my son
 My love, my niggas, my stacks, them figures
 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$hville niggaz used to that
 Listen
 If you can't, hold on nigga, hold on
 It seems like an ambulance
 Always takes so long when you're hit
 It won't be long 'fore you dead