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50 Cent, Young Buck - Hold On (Album Version (Explicit))

Hold On
50 Cent, Young Buck
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[Verse 1:]
I woke up this morning, this is insane,
Rich as a mothafucker, and ain't much changed.
Open my eyes, no suprise, I'm with a different bitch,
Different day, different ass, different tits.
Strap under my pillow, I done went legit,
I'm not supposed to do this shit, but I forget.
The true principles of life are supply and demand,
Guess if you never sold dope, it's hard to understand.
My man got knowledge of self and my back, God,
Find out today's mathematics when that Mac go off.
My temper volatile, grew up a violent child,
Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out.
Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck,
Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you're up.
I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage,
Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics.

[Chorus:]
We came from nothing, now they sayin' we straight,
Nigga, hold up, hold on,
Hold on.
These niggas, they watchin' every dime we make,
Hold up, hold on,
Hold on.

[Verse 2:]
We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view,
Instead we get the D's in the rear view.
We learn to play the game how it's supposed to be played,
And so you know, you violate, you supposed to be sprayed,
It's not a big deal to me, stay calm,
I'll shoot the shit out of a nigga, then call it Barrel Bonds.
But, if I don't do this shit myself, bet I'll get it done,
Shit on my nigga, you shit on me, we of one.
Used to do graffiti, now look, we major,
Don't make me write my name across your face with a razor.
Re-up, new coke, they say this sample the bomb,
This shit can take a two, and we cut this bitch with a one,
Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency.
No lactose involved, pure coca leaf,
You can sniff that or cook that to my belief,
That money comin' in like we run the streets.

[Chorus:]
We came from nothing, now they sayin' we straight,
Nigga, hold up, hold on,
Hold on.
These niggas, they watchin' every dime we make,
Hold up, hold on,
Hold on.

[Verse 3:]
This shit go how I said, go when it's time to expand,
So say it's over your dead body, and that's the plan.
You a gangster for real, you ready to ride?
Nigga, you gonna die a bad case of too much pride.
Check my DNA, homie, I'm a different kind,
Hit the speed dial, that quick I'll get ya lined.
We don't want your block, just cop your work from us,
Those niggas you call allies, can't be trust.
That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch,
Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff.
On the phone I heard, ‘Ya smacked the shit outta a kid,
Now Jimmy got life,' gonna smack him again.
When it's war, it'll be war to the bitter end,
If they ever say we lose, I start it again.
That sneaky nigga spray that Semi at your momma crib,
With a silencer we couldn't even hear that shit.

[Chorus:]
We came from nothing, now they sayin' we straight,
Nigga, hold up, hold on,
Hold on.
These niggas, they watchin' every dime we make,
Hold up, hold on,
Hold on.

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