50 Cent(talking):
That how it is you know everythings good till it starts to go bad
then it just get worst and get worst and get worst I guees that just
Hip-Hop
(50 & Young Buck talking)
50 Cent:
won't be long before ya dead
wanna run your mouth crazy talkin bout me
nigga ill come for ya head
leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
won't be long before ya dead
wanna run your mouth crazy talkin bout me
nigga ill come for ya head
leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
I hit your heart you dead
I squeeze til the semi run out
niggas who know me good in my hood call me a dumbout
Im the nigga in the hooptie with his hat down low
can't tell that its a hit til the mac 10 blow
I got 32 shots i aint got to aim
I wave this bitch in your direction man
beams clips and grips its a sticky situation
Adrenaline rushes squeeze my hustle now face it
Young Buck:
hey yo
50 let me Mossberg pump it put some bricks in his pockets
push him off the manhattan bridge while you watchin
We spit in this bitch face and piss on his grave
this is the way that gorrillas behave
when you let them out the cage a military rage
and im not the only one we all carry k's
I don't fuck with them niggas they got scary ways
shots ringin' niggas start singin like Mary J
Chorus:
If you can hold on nigga hold on
seems like an ambulance always takes so long
when ya hit it won't be long before ya dead
Young Buck:
Desert eagle 50 caliber it came with a silencer
I beat another case (50 Cent: Ha ha buck im proud of ya)
wont you show me how to put a razor in my mouth
Queens niggas do it to I had to bring it to the south
Now i ain't going to give you this gun if you playin'
and you might want to hold this bitch with 2 hands
I'm a marksmen I can hit you right where you stand
while you on the ground layin your mama right there prayin'
50 cent:
Put the fifth to your head your white t turn red
Nigga now give up the bread, or fill your ass with lead
put a hole in your wig, with the cig ya dig
shouldn't fuck with the kid, i dont play that shit
Its all apart of the game, man the game ain't fair
trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don't care
the hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare
your life starts to flash, you dead nigga who cares
If you can hold on nigga hold on
seems like an ambulance always takes so long
when ya hit it won't be long before ya dead
Me and my bitch we breakup we makeup see jacob for the stones
we picked up thats whats up cause im out with the chrome
ya fuck up get bucked buck'll get ya
push your knife through your chest boy i aint fuckin with ya
Young Buck:
50 let me
see your glock for a minute (50 Cent: my nigga bring it back)
if theres blood on the barrel homie take care of that
yayo pick me up and don't be late
i need to try and buy some shell for this old 38
50 Cent:
Its my gang, my set my mac my tech
my protection my family do you understand me
my knife my gun my wife my son
my love my niggas my stacks them figures
Young Buck:
We got lives to take, we got wives to rape
had to cut the grass down just to find this snake
everytime i make everytime they hate
I got a bad temper nigga just rewind the tape
50 Cent:
If you can hold on nigga hold on
seems like an ambulance always takes so long
when ya hit it won't be long before ya dead
Lun 5 Mar - 14:33
