Chords for 50 Cent - Hold On

_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Dbm] I woke up [Ab] this morning, this is insane Rich as a motherfucker and ain't much change
Open my eyes, no surprise I'm with a different bitch
Different day, different ass, different tits Strapped under my pillow, I don't look legit
I'm not supposed to do this shit but I forget The true principles of life are supply or
demand Cause it's never so dope, it's hard to understand
My man got knowledge of self and my back guard Found out today's mathematics from that
math guard My temper volatile, grew up a violent child
Fuck a boy scout, I'll hear your ass out Nigga nice chain, dice game, try your luck
Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you up
I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage Gold medal round my neck like I won the Olympics
We came from nothing, now they saying we straight You got that?
Nigga hold [Abm] up, hold [Ab] on Let your a-hole a strap son, it's cool
Hold on We got better money without it
These niggas they watching every dime we make Y'all niggas gotta chill
Hold up, hold on Speak all about [Abm] this shit, relax Hold on
_ [Ab] We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view
Instead we get the D's and the rear view You 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
Shoot the shit out a nigga then call a parabolic bomb
If I don't do this shit myself, bet I get it done
Shit on my nigga, you shit on me We a one, used to do graffiti
Now look, we major, don't make me write my name
Cross your face with the razor, free up
Ludo, they say this sample the bomb
This shit could take a two, then we cut the bitch with a one
Watch the fiends stand in line for the Pope's seat
No lactose involved, pure cocoa leaf
You can sniff that or cook that to my belief
That money coming in like we running straight
Came from nothing, now they saying we straight
That's a bet, nigga Hold on
Five or four and better Hold on
Nigga, you got a gambling problem Hold on
I'm winning, you losing
These niggas they watching every dime we make
You got the gambling problem
Hold up, hold on Yeah
_ [Dbm] Hold on Yeah
What's up, what we doing?
This shit [Ab] go how I say it 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 [A] ready to ride
Nigga, you gon' die, bad cases, [Dbm] too much pride
Check my DNA, homie, I'm a different kind
Hit the speed dial that quick, I'll get your line
We don't want your [Abm] block, just copy work from us
Them niggas you call allies can't be trusted
[Ab] That roll it all gold, I got the Midas touch
Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff
On the phone I heard Ye smack the shit out of Kid
Now Demi got life, go smack him again
When it's war, it [Abm] will be war till the bitter end
If they ever say we lose, I'll [Ab] start it again
That sneaky nigga spray that semi at your mama crib
With the silencer, we couldn't even hear the shit
Came from nothing, now they saying we straight
I don't fuck with them
Nigga, hold up
Hold on
These niggas is roaches, man
Hold [Dbm] on
Dirty [Ab] ass niggas
These niggas did what you never done, we made
Boy, you better be easy Hold up
I ain't playing with you, boy
[Abm] Boy, you must have bumped your motherfucking head or something, boy
I don't give a [Dbm] fuck about that old school shit
Talk [Ab] about you got me fucked up, nigga
_ Yeah _
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