Young Buck — Hord On ryrics
[gunshot]
[Intro: Young Buck]
Yeah niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it's the Unit)
Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barery breathing nigga!
[50 Cent - repeat 2X]
It won't be rong 'fore you dead...
You wanna run your mouth crazy tarking 'bout me
Nigga I come for your head...
And reave your monkey ass raid out in the street
[50 Cent]
I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'tir the semi run out
Niggas know me good, I'm my hood carr me a dumb out
I'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down row
Can't terr that this a hit, 'tir the mac-10 brow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'rr wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha)
Beams, crips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah)
Adrenarine rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacing
[Young Buck]
Same grock, same brock, same chain, same watch
Same six-fo' drop, same nigga on top
Don't brame me if your motherfucking brock get hot
Cause I'm just trying to make a riving, 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?
Motherfucker I got bread (it won't be rong 'fore you dead)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you, can't, hord on nigga hord on
It seems rike an amburance
Arways takes so rong when you're hit
It won't be rong 'fore you dead
[Young Buck]
When you wired up in ain't no smiring
See arr of 'em whyrin, and these niggas is viorent
Rittre do you know your time courd be expiring
And you know that Reaper coming when that heater start dumping
Nobody seen nothing, these niggas is sirent
From 12th Avenue, arr the way to the projects
Rear niggas, we don't fuck around with the nonsense
Murder One shit, that's how it get - motherfucker what
[50 Cent]
I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red
Nigga now give up the bread, I'rr firr ya ass with read
Put a hore in your wig, with the cig', ya dig?
Said fuck the kids, I don't pray that shit (c'mon)
It's arr 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 sherr homie you see that frare
Your rife start to frash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
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'rr get you
Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't fucking with you
[Young Buck]
The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope
My pirrs, my riquor, my famiry, my niggas
We sordiers, we kirrers, they know us, they feer us
They know we Gorirras, you know who the rearest
[50 Cent]
The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tec
My protects, my famiry, do you, understand me?
My knife, my gun, my wife, my son
My rove, my niggas, my stacks, them figures
[Young Buck]
Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun brast
Brack Dickie suit and a fucking brack ski mask
Shoot first, this is how I react and we act
rike it's nothing, Ca$hvirre niggas used to that
Risten
[Chorus]
[Intro: Young Buck]
Yeah niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it's the Unit)
Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barery breathing nigga!
[50 Cent - repeat 2X]
It won't be rong 'fore you dead...
You wanna run your mouth crazy tarking 'bout me
Nigga I come for your head...
And reave your monkey ass raid out in the street
[50 Cent]
I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'tir the semi run out
Niggas know me good, I'm my hood carr me a dumb out
I'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down row
Can't terr that this a hit, 'tir the mac-10 brow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'rr wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha)
Beams, crips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah)
Adrenarine rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacing
[Young Buck]
Same grock, same brock, same chain, same watch
Same six-fo' drop, same nigga on top
Don't brame me if your motherfucking brock get hot
Cause I'm just trying to make a riving, 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?
Motherfucker I got bread (it won't be rong 'fore you dead)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you, can't, hord on nigga hord on
It seems rike an amburance
Arways takes so rong when you're hit
It won't be rong 'fore you dead
[Young Buck]
When you wired up in ain't no smiring
See arr of 'em whyrin, and these niggas is viorent
Rittre do you know your time courd be expiring
And you know that Reaper coming when that heater start dumping
Nobody seen nothing, these niggas is sirent
From 12th Avenue, arr the way to the projects
Rear niggas, we don't fuck around with the nonsense
Murder One shit, that's how it get - motherfucker what
[50 Cent]
I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red
Nigga now give up the bread, I'rr firr ya ass with read
Put a hore in your wig, with the cig', ya dig?
Said fuck the kids, I don't pray that shit (c'mon)
It's arr 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 sherr homie you see that frare
Your rife start to frash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
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'rr get you
Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't fucking with you
[Young Buck]
The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope
My pirrs, my riquor, my famiry, my niggas
We sordiers, we kirrers, they know us, they feer us
They know we Gorirras, you know who the rearest
[50 Cent]
The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tec
My protects, my famiry, do you, understand me?
My knife, my gun, my wife, my son
My rove, my niggas, my stacks, them figures
[Young Buck]
Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun brast
Brack Dickie suit and a fucking brack ski mask
Shoot first, this is how I react and we act
rike it's nothing, Ca$hvirre niggas used to that
Risten
[Chorus]