Hold On Video (MV)

(feat. 50 Cent)

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
That's how it is, you know?
Everything's good 'til it starts to go bad.
Then it's just get worst... and get worst... and get worst!
I guess that's just Hip-Hop!

[Intro: Young Buck (50 Cent) {DJ Semi}]
(YEAH!)
Yeah niggaz! {Let's get out the mob for this shit! }
G-Unit in this motherf*cker! (Niggaz be frontin' man!
(I told niggaz man, I'm proof! Call me collected, man!)
Ayo 50! {Niggas get it to me! }
Ayo this nigga barely breathin' nigga! (I say to World! Haha!)
HAHA! (It won't be long 'fore you dead!) {HAHA! }

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
You wanna run your mouth crazy talk 'bout me,
Nigga I come for your head... {DJ SEMI! }
And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street,
It won't be long 'fore you dead! {+Buck The World+! }

You wanna run your mouth crazy talk 'bout me,
Nigga I come for your head...
And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street,
I hit your heart you dead! ("It's Queens' Kid, baby! ")

[Verse 1]
[50 Cent:]
I squeeze 'til the Semi run out
Niggaz know me good, in my hood call me a dumb out. (whoooo!)
I'm the nigga in the Hooptie with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a hit, 'til the Mack-10 blow. (uh-huh!)
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim.
I'll wave this bitch in your direction mayne. (haha!)
Beams, clips and grips, this is a sticky situation (yeah!)
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin'. (YEAH!)
[Young Buck:]
Ayo, 50 lemme Mausberg pump it put some bricks in his pocket,
Push him off the Manhattan Bridge while ya watchin'. (hahaaaaa!)
We spit in this bitch face and piss on his grave, (WHAT?)
This is the way that Gorillas behave.
When you let 'em out the cage! - A millitary rage, (OOH!)
And I'm not tha only one - we all carry 'Ks. (BLAAAT!)
I don't f*ck with them niggaz, they got scary ways,
Shots ringin', niggaz start to singin' like Mary J. - Yeah!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If - you - can't - hold on nigga, hoooold on!
It seems like an ambulance,
Always takes sooooo long, when you're hit,
It won't be long 'fore you dead!

[Verse 2:]
[Young Buck:]
Desert Eagle, .50 Caliber it came with a silencer,
I beat another case!
[50 Cent:] HAHA! Buck I'm proud of ya!
[Young Buck:]
(hahaaaaaa!)
Won't you show me how to put a razor in my mouth,
Queens niggas do it to I had to bring it to the South! (YEAH!)
Nah, I ain't gon' to give ya this gun if you playin'
An' ya might wanna hold this bitch with two hands!
I'm a Marksman! - I can hit ya right where you stand, (YEA-EAH!)
While you on the ground layin' - your momma right there prayin'. (OOOHH!)
[50 Cent:]
I put the 5th to your head. - Your White-T turn red
Nigga now give up the bread - I'll fill ya ass with lead (uh-huh!)
Put a hole in your wig - with the cig', ya dig?
Said: "F*ck the kids! " - I don't play that shit! (c'mon!)
It's all part of the game. - Man, the game ain't fair!
The trigga gots no heart - nigga my gun don't care. (whhoooohhhooooooo!)
The Hammer hit that shell homie, you see that flare
Your life start to flash, ya dead! Nigga who cares? (YEAH!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
[50 Cent:]
Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stones
Kicked up, that's what's up, cause I'm out with the chrome.
You f*ck up! You get bucked! Buck'll getcha!
Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't f*ckin with'cha!
[Young Buck:]
50 lemme see yo' Glock for a minute!
[50 Cent:] My nigga bring it BACK!
[Young Buck:]
If there's blood on tha barrel, homie TAKE CARE OF THAT! (YEEEEEEEEEAH!)
YAYO PICK ME! - And don't be late!
I need to try amd buy some shell for this ol' .38!
[50 Cent:]
The Unit's my gang! My set! My Mack! My Tec!
My protects! My family! Do you - understand me?
My knife! My gun! My wife! My son!
My love! My niggaz! My stacks, them figures!
[Young Buck:]
We got lives to take! (YEAH!) - We got wives to rape! (C'MON!)
And had to cut grass down, just to find this snake! (AIIGHT!)
Everytime I make! - Everytime they hate! (WHAT?)
I got a a bad temper nigga, just rewind the tape! - Yeah! (YEAH!)

[Chorus]

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Nigga hold on!
Cam you make hard-out in the bank!
Ride 'round to the big truck!
Sweet nigga!
I know you style one!
Talkin' much you got A-B-S, NIGGA YOU GOT A-I-D-S!
[? ] niggas, what they call you "Killer"?
You ain't put no work here!
Why do they call yo' "Killer"? [beat fades out]
F*ck around, brush your teeth, you teeth bleedin'!
Nigga drink behind; you'll have all kind of shit!
F*ck around shore! 30 pounds later!
Talk about man are... are remembers a... I had a little bit of Cam's snaple!
Y'all can limp this to jewel, March 27, +Buck The World+, y'all know what time it is!