State to state, slippin slate nigga
This for the block nigga
E'ry nigga out there who God damnit maintainin
off slangin 'caine and all dem, thangs
And y'knowwhatI'mtalkinbout I feel that (I feel that)
See I done been in that situation where niggaz flip birds
Y'all know the gangsta, lil' young nigga
Who thugged out all night on the curb, came up from a GRAM
And bitch I got 'em warrin for 10-5, the new nigga in town
I'm the king of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to splurge for all you niggaz want an ounce
Ain't no problem with the product, long as you got the amount
And every bit of my fetti, cause every bit of it count
I'ma roll in the low, rain snow hot or cold
Finish my narcotics and put my bitches on the road
First nigga try and jack, watch murder go kill them hoes
All white, no crack, how I get it, how it go
17 years old, I'm rappin 10 at a time
To me, front shit ain't punk shit, long as I get mine
And we can get down to shine, no more sellin them dimes
Put 20's on our rides, fuck hoes with thick thighs
Then maybe you can see, how it is to be rich
You ain't heard about a nigga? I be servin them bricks
Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
If crime didn't pay, I'd be still on the strip
Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
Look - if crime didn't pay, I'd be still on the strip
I've survived off this cocaine game, and it's a strain to my brain
to front a nigga a thang, 'bout mine he won't complain
Conversation rule the nation, y'all niggaz know the sayin
Prayin I don't catch ya wit'cha watch I'll take ya out the picture
Money run the country, similar to Adolf Hitler
Always been to drugs but see it's different kind of dealers
You pay what you weigh, or should I say, get my scrilla
Not tomorrow but today, okay, it's on the real'a
I ain't tryin to be a killer just a nigga 'bout his cheddar
And I ain't got it, you can't cancel the bill collector
Coulda been did your rump, put your family in the middle
But I chose to be a man and keep it on that level
Your potnahs done told you about this young runnin rebel
And the load he carries behind if I can't get mine
So robbin niggaz blind is the way I'ma play the game
Gotta respect my mind and if you don't you still payin
I'm a 100% for the Presidents
I never been hesitant, to leave 'em layin with no evidence
Gotta make the best of this, stack my cheese
Then come back and get the rest of it, transportin ki's
In the Benz with the leather kit, ride with me
When you hear that Desert Eagle click it's world war 3
This ain't how it 'posed to be, but ain't no fuckin role model
Besides people down in hell still want ice water
Now how you livin nigga? When hard times come
can you stand prison nigga, or you gon' run yo' tongue?
What's that on yo' arm? You feel like it make a man?
Well let me get that and yo' charm, but turn around and count to 10
Can't turn soldier in one day, the thug gotta just be within
your blood or yo' family, the streets gon' tell how good you been
But see I'm a young nigga {edited} in his face
Woke up screaming fuck the world today I, had it up to here
Ex-girlfriend got custody today cause, they say she feels
that I'll never be the daddy that she, wants me to be
Hardest thing I've ever had to do, sayin bye to my seeds, ohhh
Damn, look at what I call my life, a glock-9
And a eightball of white, I got mine
Well, not quite, I got signed
And 50 put me right in the light, it took time
Meanwhile I'm livin the life
Where a nigga just might see prison tonight
My rent due, baby need food and shoes
I'm flat broke, still I refuse to lose
So I smoke, lookin for the fools with jewels
I'm 'bout to see if it's true what a uzi do
Nobody cares, and life ain't fair or free
The best thang you can do is say a prayer for me
And how dare, y'all try to lock me up
You not here, so you ain't really givin a fuck
But I swear, as long as I'm breathin, I'm hustlin
I'm thuggin, and this is the reason because I
If you see me in a suit and tie (in a suit and tie)
Tell all my niggaz goodbye (tell my niggaz goodbye)
Tell 'em that I'm on my wayyyyy (tell 'em I'm on my way man)
Say a prayer for me and hug the kids (hug the kids)
Tell God all of the shit I did (the shit I did)
And how the kids looked up to me (cause they did look up to me nigga!)
Yeahhhh
Heyyy - holla if you feel my pain
I been to hell and back, and I'm still the same
The block hotter than flames, but we sell the 'caine
Puttin all kind of thangs in our baby's name
Tell the hoes "I'm rich bitch" like my name Rick James
I really ain't got shit, but I can't complain
Cause L.T. got life, and Big Ju got fifty
Jimmy did his ten and D doin his twenty
Come get me, seems like it's no way out
So when I say "Dirty," you say "South"
Tryin to put my hands on somethin, brush off my shoulders
Buy up some land or somethin, get what they owe us
You don't have a plan, you're nuttin is what they told us
Remember what the O.G.'s showed to the soldiers
Gotta make it to heaven or die tryin to get it
Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit
Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
Shit fucked up, but dis how it goes...
Came up (Yuh!), I did my thang
Dis is so real I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need these problems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got myself a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a friend of mine
He was really right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people started to listin
It's G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to show him what he got
He looked at me quickly and said he was hot
We was on our way, straight to tha top
But my homeboi feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay focused tha way I post dis
When tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi really got mad
'Cause he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, Guess who?
He started sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live around dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Lord how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, let's git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I looked in his eyes
And then i realized dat he didn't wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me."
Glock still out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car door opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was down wit' me
He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I just fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back cool
First it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha homeboi
They smilin' in ya face
All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
They smilin' in ya face
[Young Buck:]
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch
The Dirty, Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Working This Wood Wheel, Ya'll Don't Know How Good It Feel
Just Come To Cashville, Ya'll Gon See How Hood It Is
We In The Projects, Cookin' Chikens In The Kitchen
We Goto Prison, But Get Out And Go Back To Get In It
Your Hood Ain't No Harder Than Mine, Bitch, We All Thuggin'
We Fight In Clubs, Hit The Parkin Lot, And Start Bustin'
I Know I'm Country, I Cant Help It I'm From Tennessee
I'm Throwin' Up This Hennisey, And Blowin Up My Enemies
Ya'll Niggas Remember Me? Not Because The Bird's Tennekee
But Young Buck Been A G', I Give A Fuck Who You Be Boy
I Want In On Everything, A Dime Bag, If So Come See Me For It
To Be A Star, All You Need Is A Pyrex Jar
Some Soldiers, And Some Baking Soda, You Can Buy That Car
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
[David Banner:]
I Swear On The Soul's Of Our Dead Cousin's
I Ain't Fuckin, Man I'm Commin Ak 40's Bustin',
7's And Mack 11's
I Told 'Em All I Ain't No Hoe
But Niggas Don't Listen Till You Kick A Nigga,
Smack Him With That Callico
I'm Tryin To Stay In Gods Plan
But I Hadta Show These Faggots That Your Fuckin With A Man, Ya Bitch!
I Left Them Niggas Needin'Path
And Ya'll Probly Won't Live To See This Weekend,
Gotta Go, Gotta Go, FUckin Mash Out
I Hit The Dro' A Lil More And Then I Pass Out
Crashin' The H2, Bitches I Hate You
Now U Keep Talkin Shit, I Kidnap And Ducktape You
Let Them Faggots Rape You
Then It's Back To Mississippi, If Ya Boys Want Revenge
Tell Them Bitches Come And Get Me
Cuz I Was Born In This Bitch To Die
I'm In Queens, In Your 'Lac, With Your Bitch, Gettin' High
[Young Buck:]
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
[Lil Flip:]
I'm The King, It Ain't No Mystery, So Fuck Ya'll Niggas Dissin' Me
I'm Goin' Down In History, I'm Leavin' With A Victory
Yo' Baby Momma Kissin' Me, Talkin' 'Bout She Missin' Me
Since I'm A Star, When I Hit The Door, They Never Friskin' Me
Cuz I Pack A Pack A Pound, Just Ask Around, Like 50 "I'll Back You Down"
Run To Ya' Crib And Snach Ya' Pounds, Everybody On The Ground
You Know My Niggas Hold Me Down, What Goes Around Comes Around
I Represent H-Town, Still Run The Underground
With Bricks On The Greyhound, Spree's On My Escalade
I'm Glad I Made It Out The Game, It Gotta Be A Better Way
Now We Gettin' Cheeda', Now We On Another Level
It's Clover G And G-Unit, Young Buck, Shut 'Em Down
[Young Buck:]
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit!!!
[Stat Quo:]
GMM Nigga
[Young Buck:]
Shady/Aftermath In This Bitch...Ooh, Young Buck, Stat Quo
[Stat Quo:]
Ya Understand Me Nigga?
[Young Buck:]
Aye Nigga, They Say We The New Kings Of The South
[Stat Quo:]
They Say That
[Young Buck:]
ATL To Cashville...DAMN!
[Young Buck:]
I've Been Patiently Waitin' To Blow
But Still On The Block With The K And The Coke
See The Mexican's Love Me, They Tell Me Keep On Doin It Homes
They Never Seen A Nigga Go Get It And Bring It Back Home
I Don't Want Out Of Them Zones, I Want The Whole Thing, G-Unit!!!
We Done Started Our Own Game, We Ain't Playin' No Games
Duck Tape 'Em And Take 'Em To The Hood
Don't Get No Blood On My Leather And Wood
Make It Look Good For The Block
I Be Puttin In My Work, Handlin' My Business
I Been On My Knees, Askin' My Homeboys Who Did This?
So Fuck That!, That's Why I Bust Back
Spit My Bars, Get Off Tour, Then Go And Cook Crack
Look At Me Now Bitch, You Don't Know How Rich
Lloyd Banks, Yayo, 50 Cent, Game Nigga, Or I'll Get
Solute A Soldier When You See Me
And I Ain't One Of Those Niggas Out Here Stuntin' For T.V.
I Gotta Keep It Gangsta
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
[Stat Quo:]
Yeah, The Bigger The Cap, The Bigger The Peelin'
Wont Stop Till He Busts His Kneel In, My Cats Conceilin'
Bad Bitches I'm Drillin, He's Sittin On Millions
Fuck What You Feelin, Violate My Space, Bare Witness The Killin'
Stat'll Dog, For A Dollar Cuz He Known To Finish
My Account Resembles Spandex, How They Stretch
Faggots Play Like A Razor Step, When The Ak's And Teck's Show Up
They So Quick To Hoe Up, But Hold Up
When The Clamp Has Appeared They Show Up
Sayin That Snitch Song Shit, You Lil' Puss Ass Bitch
Beg Tanya Lita How She Get Ya Ass Whiped
Why Hustle At All, When You Hustle Backwards
Mo' Money I Get, Mo' Niggas Be Hatin'
I Light Fire To Ya Ass, They Be Callin' Ya Satan
GMM My Organization, My Obligation Is To Spit That Shit
'Cuz The Streets Is Waitin' , Yah
[Young Buck:]
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
[Young Buck:]
I'm Showin' No Love To These Cowards, I Don't Give A Fuck
Shady/Aftermath/G-Unit We'll Hit You Up
Country As I Wanna Be, But Gangsta As They Come
Loose Lips Sank Ships, Snitches Die Where I'm From
Get Ya Gun Off Safety, If Ya Plan On Livin'
Don't Make Me Cock It And Pop It, I'll Knock Your Head Off With It
Yeah I've Said I've Did It, 'Cuz I Did, And I'm Doin It
Done Came Too Far To Let You Bitch Niggas Ruin It
[Stat Quo:]
Yeah, Every Word I Utter, Is Simply Octaine
I Keeps It Gunnin' And Ya Boy's The Boss May'ne
The Main Thing, Keep The Main Thing, The Main Thing
Stack Cheese, Grip Grain, Spit Hotter Than Hot Wing
Niggas Claimin' They Hard, We Know You Square
Try To Creep Gun's Like Ties, I Keep A Spare
Save Them Games For The Arcade, Ain't No Scare
And We Prepared For Problems, 'Cuz We Right Here (Yeah)
[Young Buck:]
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
[Young Buck & Stat Quo:]
How Ya'll See's That?
ATL Shorty
Understand Me, Nigga....Cashville Bitch
G-Unit!!!, Nigga
GMM's My Muthafuckin Squad, Nigga
Shady, Aftermath Nigga!
They Be Cuttin' Them Mo' Fuckin Checks Now,
I Ride Big Nigga, I Got My Thang Danglin Nigga
And I Gotta Big Thang Out My Balls, Ya Understand Me
Dre And Em'll Feel Ya Man, They Gotta Love Niggas
They was glad I was broke, mad cuz I'm rich
So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this bitch (uh-oh!!)
Stuntin in the club, make 'em start a riot
Throw my hood up then go take it outside
Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma love me
She see me in the club, and runs up and hug me
I show her no love, she keep on comin back
Tellin me she got yo club, and where yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these niggas jealous
See I'm hard on a hoe, I get down for mine
You need a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time
If you don't work (you don't work), you don't eat (you don't eat)
We go to jail, go to church, go to sleep
I'm ridin' 'round wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat
Tryna figure out how to get to Peachtree
Come on nigga
Young nigga, but a certified playa
But youse a bitch nigga, youse a bonafide hater
They was glad I was broke, but now im livin major
Hustlin and servin niggas like a waiter for the paper
We ridin down the strip in sumthin so wet
When ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick
Smokin' dro and drinkin' liquor till a nigga get sick
Every city, every state, it's the same ol' shit
Nigga money make the world go 'round so get ya hustle on
These niggas snitchin' so much, I'm like "fuck a phone"
Mad cuz im on, they love to see me down
I know you gon' let me shine and get mine
nigga
Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so keep it movin'
These shots will wake ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm used to it, I done made a gun fire
Pull the trigger one time, sound like a gun fight
You was glad I was broke, now ya mad cuz ya hoe
Love it when a nigga put it in the back of her throat
Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we aint never scared
I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl there
I know hustlers that do deal white
Jump stupid, find out what these boots feel like
Yea, yall know me, All-Star im so street (yea)
What it is, what it aint, what it gon be
I don't bust my gun, like a halftime football game
I aimed straight and I took yall name
And ya whole click look all lame
You can catch me in the house with a pyrex and it cook all caine
Put that metal in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor walls
Im in the club with my muthafuckin' glock in drawers
I had to let my nuts hang, so I dropped my balls
You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga shot the walls
You shoot to scare, I aim and kill
When I dump on you, they gon think yo brain aint real
Im heavyweight in the game, you featherweight
When they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate
[Phone Rings] Hello? Whats Up, Who Is This?
Yo Nigga, This Murda Rich
Whats Up Nigga?
Whats Up With You My Nigga?, Check This Out
Some Shit Done Popped Of Right?
Yeah
I Need You And 'Tay To Go Handle It
Aight
I Got Like A Hundred Sittin On This Nigga's Fat
Bring It Back To Me On A Plate, That's Whats Up
Aight
[Young Buck:]
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
[Young Buck:]
We Takin' Hits
'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
We Takin' Hits
[Young Buck:]
It's Gon' Cost, But We Gon' Get Him Gone, Take His Life Away
2 A.K's, We Gon' Send Him Home
This Is How We Livin' From The Projects To The Prisons
So Don't Be To Comfortible, Bitch 'Cuz You Can Be A Victim
Get 'Em Buck, Hit 'Em Up, Ambulance Pick 'Em Up
Should've Duck'd, Got Killed, Nigga Wasn't Quik Enough
Shit Is Real, I Ain't Here For No Bullshit, I'm Here With A Full Clip
Now Lemme Show You Niggas What You'll Get (Get 'Em Tay)
[D-Tay:]
They Never Seen A Mad Man, Come And Dump Up On These Fools
Get The 4-5 Cocked Back, Gunnin' At You Dudes
Black Down, Thuged Out, And Masked To Match
I'm Not Doin' It Cuz Theme Pussy Niggas, Bastards Cap
Who Want That? You Want That, I Don't Think You Do
Like I Gun The Bloody Down, Shit, I Gun You Too
I'm Like 50, I Don't Care If Its Platinum Or White Gold
Soon As I Cock It Back, Gimme That Ice Hoe (Yeeh)
[Young Buck:]
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
[Young Buck:]
We Takin' Hits
'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
We Takin' Hits
[Phone Rings Again]
Hello?
Yo Buck, Murder Rich Nigga
What's Up Nigga?
Man, I'm Tryin To See Whats Up With That Business, Nigga
Hey Man, We F'nd To Bust This Niggas Head, Im'a Hit You Back, Aight?
[Young Buck:]
Hey There He Go, He Don't Know That We Behind Him
So Go Pull Up Beside Him, And Lemme Put This 9 In Him
You Ever Seen The 30-30 With The Scope On It?
A Bunch Of Niggas Smokin Weed, That Got Dope On It
And We Don't Leave No Evidence, Or No Finger Prints
Follow Certain Elements, Cuz Niggas Goto Jail For This
They Say I'm Heaven Sent, I Think I'm Hell Bound
Cuz I'm Addicted To The Way A 12 Gauge Sound
[D-Tay:]
I Keep The Dough In, Swing The Chopper And The Pit-Bull Shit
If He Run, He Ain't Gettin One, Get A Clip Full Of It
Thats For Movin, Must Have Been Some Confusion, When I Came In
Told You Lay The Fuck Down, Or Else These Bullets Cave In
Must Thought I Was Playin, Im'a Let You Know When I Shoot That 4
How It Go When A Gangster Roll, Murder Man, Blood Bath, What'd You Take It For
I Ain't Playin' Games, Ain't Nuthing Gon' Ever Change
Murder Put Money On Your Head, Gimme His Brain, Muthafucka!
[Young Buck:]
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
[Young Buck:]
We Takin' Hits
'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
We Takin' Hits
You've just been cracked, another Smoov Jizzell production
Buck and Bun B y'all niggaz can't see this nigga
Ca$hville to Texas
We snatchin niggaz out they Movada and bitches outta they Prada
Get a shot of this Don Dada, keep it hot as Nevada
Spot a hater with a lot of plex, make you come to terms with yo'self
No matter how you flex, even with a lot of checks
It's small change, don't bitch when we step up in y'all range
These broke niggaz gon' find a way, we tend to ball strange
I'm the king of the block, steady bringin the rock
So potent I promise these fiends feel the sting in they socks
But see the sun gon' come out tomorrow so when you try to ease away
with these cheese today, that you 'bout to borrow
with or without the sorrow, me and Buck is down to blast
Still smash real fast kill niggaz from Texas to Ca$hville
It's suicide, bustin as me is like
bustin at you in that, situation who would ride?
You if you stupid thug, so if you get shot dead
I hope that it's a Cupid slug, that show my crew some love
Now when the thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs
Show that nigga some love, show that nigga some love
And for the ones in the back, who be smokin the bud
Show them boys some love, show them boys some love
Don't be scared to get your mind blown, nigga where you from
If you ain't got nuttin to take home, you need to get you one
Ain't nobody got no job party 'til you see the sun
When the music stop, lights on, then you know it's done
We gon' finish blowin one, 'fore we hit the exit
Like whenever I'm with Bun, puttin it down in Texas
When there's thugs in the club, ain't nobody restless
Niggaz smashin they dubs, showin off they necklace
Test this, if you want to, it's somethin you wouldn't wan' do
Nigga's bitches chosin niggaz now we got attitude
Doin what I have to do whenever it jump off
See my niggaz they will catch you and show you who's boss
Throw a blow, and get tossed, shit it ain't my fault
Niggaz tried to teach lessons ended up gettin taught
Ca$hville to New York, ain't nuttin but real thugs
So, when you see Buck and Bun B, show us love
I'm thankin Bun already told ya we ain't nuttin but some killers
We come with banana clips, we ain't monkeys we gorillas
We chasin the scrilla, I hope you get the picture
Bun B done do for the dirty and I'm the mayor of the muddy
Shit gon' get bloody and ugly if one of you bitches touch me
And pop loud, we ain't in Moscow, bitch why you rushin (Russian?)
You a hoe-ass nigga and that's the end of the discussion
All that cussin and loud bluffing gon' make me get to bustin
On my waistline tuckin somethin to quiet all your yuppin
I'm a big dog y'all puffin one more peep and I'm muffin
When y'all niggaz gon' realize we some young'ns that's thuggin
Waitin for bustin just some animals not givin a fuck'n
We them niggaz that's clubbin, fightin security jumpin line in V.I.P.
while y'all bitch niggaz standin there doin nuttin
All my real niggaz throw up your sets and let 'em know
Uh Ohhhhh, Young Buck,
Dirty South, Yeahhh
I Hear Him Talkin', But He 'Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im'a Make 'Em Stomp
We Ain't Playin' Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
I'm Caddillac'n Through The Hood, Sittin' On 24's
T.V's Playin, Rim's Spinin, Blowin' Plenty Dro
Don't Have To Mention, When You Pimpin, You Get Plenty Hoes
It's All On You, If You Gon' Trick, Or You Gon' Get Yo' Dough
I Know I Got These Haters Mad, I Can Love That
When You Got Love For The Streets, They Give Ya' Love Back
Look In My Eyes, You Can Tell I Ain't Never Scared
Poppin' Them Thangs, I'm Rockin My Chain Anywhere
If You Gon' Represent Your Hood, What You Waitin On?
Security Better Back Up, When They Play This Song
And We 'Bout 50 Strong, Please Don't Make Us Do You Wrong
My Click Of Gorilla's, They Got They G-Unit's On
All Of That Mean Muggin' Really Don't Mean Nuthing
C'mon Take It Outside, Lemme See Sumthin
Wha-Wha-Wha-What Now?
Don't Get Bu-Bu-Bu-Buck'd Down
Stop All This Hatin' Or This Club Gon' Get Shu-Shut Down
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
G-G-G-unit! Coming Straight Outta Compton,
Lace Up My G-6's, And I'm A-Town Stomping
Got Ten Thousand Cash In My Pocket, Let The Pump In,
Cuz Luda And Young Buck Always Getting Me Into Somethin'
Low Rider Out Front, I'm Trying To Get Into Somethin'
Step On Banks Shoe One More Time And Im'a Start Busting
Rolls Gold In My Grill, I Gotta Dirty Mouth
And A Bitch With A Fat Ass From The Dirty, Dirty South
I Wasn't Trying To Get The Cover Of The Double XL
Just Trying To Fuck Mia, Cuz Dre. Said Sex Sells
Don't Be Mad At The Rocks In My Fucking Chain
Don't Be Mad Cuz Your Bitch Chose Buck And Game
You See The Logo Tatted On My Necklace
Same One I'm Autographing On The Chest
Put Your Bottles In The Air For Yayo, He On House Arrest
And On Behalf Of 50 Cent This Is G-Unit West.
Now, Stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!
Now, Stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!
Muthafucka, I'm A Monster In This Game, Similar To The Lachness
My Rhymes Is Nappy Rooted, Sum Verces Gotta Process
The Truth In This Booth, Ain't No Doubt When I'm Rappin'
If I Say It, I've Either Done It, Or It's 'Bout To Happen
When I Pull Up In The Louis Truck On 26's, People Dumb Out
If Life's A Crap Game, I'm Rollin' 7's On The Come Out
These Rapper's Think I'm Ig-nent, Love Sayin' My Name
Cuz Maintainin My Fish Tank, And They House, Cost The Same
Ask Me, I'd Say I Made It, And It Sure Wasn't Luck
Cuz Hustler's Relate To Me, And Some Are Younger Than Buck
You See I'm Married To My Music, But We Got A Prenupt
So If That Bitch Don't Act Right, I'm Still Gettin My Cut
My Deals Never Get Screwed, My Contracts Practice Abstinence
I'm Masterin This Program, Hazin' These Undergraduates
So, Pimpin' Be Easy, Quit Catchin' Feelings
Cuz You Worth A Couple Hundred Grand, And I'm Worth Millions
Nobodys Thinkin' About You, Plus Your Beats Ain't Legit
So Please Stay Off The T.I.P. Of My Dick
I Hear Him Talkin', But He 'Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im'a Make 'Em Stomp
We Ain't Playin' Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same Niggas Wouldn't Offer To Give Me Shit
Niggas Hate You When You Rich, But Love When You Broke
I Never Knew I Had So Many Enemies Before
My Arm's Is Open To Anyone Who Want Beef
I Promise Ya'll I Won't Sleep, Till Ya'll Layin 6 Ft.
G-Unit That's What It Is, That's What It's Gon' Be
Benzino Or The Source Can't Hold Me
I Been Heavensent To Put A End To This Nonsence
The Handle Of This 4-5'll Make Him Unconscious
Most Of These Rappers, Throw Bricks, And Hide They Head
Come To Our Shows, Then Hide Behind They Man, They Homie
I Understand I'm A Target, I'm On Top
But Understand If You Start It, I'm Gon' Pop
I'm Not And Artist, Buck Is A Street Pharmast
One Of The Smartest, That Gon' Get Money Regardless
[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Lloyd Banks:]
My Eyes Low, Hydro Leakin' Out That Tahoe
I Know G-Unit's Them Niggas Im'a Ride Fo'
Nah Hoe, I Ain't Stuntin', Nuthing That These Niggas Say
Fuck The Rap, I Can Get Ya' Monkey Ass Good Today
Ain't Nobody Picked Me Up, When I Was Pinned Down
I'm Double Checkin, 'For I Leave Outta My Crib Now
Holdin That 40 On Me, Sunk In The Seat
Cuz Niggas Feel Comfortable When They Get In Drunk With The Heat
I'm Ridin' While Ya Dirty, Cuz They Gunnin For My Top
I Ain't Duckin And Dodgin, I'm Only Runnin From The Cops
Spendin Grand By The Grand By Hundred On My Watch
Just Got Another Buddy, And It Holds A 100 Shots
I Never Had A Role Model, Cuz He Was In A Box
So I'm Up In The Club With Eather, A Heater Or A House
Everyday There's Another Nigga Bleedin On The Block
But We Ridin' With Them Burners On, Even When It's Hot
[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
You See These Niggas Get Out The Pen, And Think It's Good
Go Get A Pack, And Come Right Back, To The Same Hood
They Think These Young Niggas Gonna Post Up, And Let 'Em Get It
Ain't Been Home But 6 Months, And Got His Wig Splitted
Comitted To The Block, Fuck These Niggas, Fuck The Cops
Fuck These Bitches, Fuck Ya' Chain, Fuck Ya' Car, Fuck Ya' Watch
Ride And I Die For Mine, Pop's, And I Hide The Nine
Swerving Over These White Lines, Wonderin From The One Time
Thug And I Know I Am, Bird From A Half A Gram
Broke, So I Sold Dope, And I'd Do It Again
Don't Blame That Nigga For Runnin Up In My House, Fool
Ain't No Food In My Daughter Mouth, I'm Goin Out Too
Just Think About What Your Doin, Cuz Buddy, Bullets Burn
May God Bless His Ass, That Was That Nigga's Turn
I'm Not Concerned With Your Death Threats
You Come Down Here With That Shit, And Get Left Wet
Muthafucka
[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches
No job all they wanna do is smoke swishas
Get some money hoe why you wanna watch mine
Ain't no tellin' what i'm gon' be drivin next time
Seven figga nigga we don't buy the bar no mo
Pull up the paper work tell the owner he can go
Walk like a pimp bitch
Talk like a soldier
I got new york niggas candy paintin up they rovers
It say 200 but it go a little over
Not the corvette the ferarri testarossa
We can bet on any point on the dice
Pick em up
Shake em twice
Get em girl
Look i'm nice
I'm so clean with my g-unit kicks on
I might be goin' in when pimp c get home
If you don't like me say it to my face
Just because i caught a case don't mean you can't be erased
It must be the ice or the money that i make
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
It gotta be the cars or the trips that i take
That make em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face bitch
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
You can go anywhere cross the us
From north to the south east mid to the west
Walk up in the hardest hood ask a nigga bout me
Bet they tell ya bun b is straight mothafuckin' g'
A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
Trillest nigga in the flesh you can't fuck wit' it
Got the german hand guns they shoot 2 2 3
Bust through ya condo n rip open ya knees (rip open ya knees)
My nigga please you don't want it save your breath
By myself imma ride till no enemy is left
When the middle finger niggas hit your block like insurgents
Theres no deterants from us cleanin' your clock like detergents
Buck they don't think i am nigga please
Why this pimp i bet they die before they reach their first
Mothafuckin' sale
I rep them underground kings fuck boy pimp and bun
If it's action that you wan't mah nigga come get you some
It must be the ice or the money that i make
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
It gotta be the cars or the trips that i take
That make em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face bitch
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
They call me m dot mjg i mean
I'm packin' some weight
They ain't talkin bout trill jeans
Cuz they like to talk shit in they uniform
Guess what them niggas still phoney as the unicorn
And i'll be damned if i run you bust tho
They run outta guns man u so dumb
You faker than a bitch snitchen on the track
I'm about to pull a bun
And bust a fuckin' cap
All ball do is smoke weed and get bad bitches
And if ya'll mad at me for that then ya'll niggas some bitches
Undercover groupie niggas want them stop and plead
For the last time i don't smoke regular weed
It don't matter where we at man
We fire in it up
Security don't stop the weed from findin' us
Industry dick suckas keep runnin ya mouth
And imma give ya motherfuckas something to talk about
It must be the ice or the money that i make
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
It gotta be the cars or the trips that i take
That make em wanna hate, won't you say it to my face bitch
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
Yeah, what's up girl
Both of us tryin' to hit the spot
Shit, we both can do it
Where I come from
Uh huh, uh huh niggaz be hustles
Niggaz put it down
It's purse first ass last
Let's get this money baby
Girl tell me now is you with me
As long as you pay me
We split the profits fifty, fifty
I call you my lady
If you surrender then I'm your nigga
Become of member
Of what I call my money getters
Now, ain't no bullshitters ever made it far in life
Only the hard hitters get foriegn cars and all the ice
Turn off the light
Let me show you what this nigga 'bout
You lookin' right
But my money still I gotta count
It ain't no love lost
Baby girl my love cost
Let me get that out ya
You know this nigga love to floss
Both of us can ball bitch
Soon you'll have of this
I know you know the rules
I get paid that mean we all rich
Ten niggaz want pussy
That mean you let 'em all hit
Make my money, make it quick
Then you better call me bitch
look toward the future
Forget about the past
Better act like ya know
It's purse first and ass last
Bitch it's purse first and ass last
Now how you livin' ho
We both can get this damn cash
I know ya heard me bitch
It's purse first and ass last
Now how you livin' ho
We both can get this damn cash
I ain't no pimp but
It's purse first and ass last
Now how you livin' ho
We both can get this damn cash
I know ya heard me bitch
It's purse first and ass last
Now how you livin' bitch
We both can get this damn cash
I know ya heard me uh uh
Nigga when the goin' gets tough
The hoin' gets fluff
You showin' shit stuff
Gotta go an get tough
In there fuckin' for free
You duckin' and pee suckin' that dee
Less than three then you can't be fuckin' for me
Jobbin' and shuckin' a G
Got the game all crossed crissed
Fucked around and be done lost this
Bitches gettin' tossed this
Yourself as my main ho
Pussy slangin' bed pro
You ain't got no money
Nigga what the fuck you ask for head fo'
Why, because I said so
Don't make me let that lead go
Better head yo ass back up in them hills
Like fuckin' Jethro
We down in the field posted up
Pourin' Cristal toasted up
If niggaz got figures
Take 'em to the telly bitch you posed to fuck
Take it off bitch
Now look at me workin' wood wheel
Sit back and see how the benefits of twerkin' could feel
But being first born we curse worst than yo past
That ho fast ass cuz it's purse first and ass last
Now tell them broads carry on
Sippin' on Dom Pérignon
Who me, maybe Corleone
Call me lil' mobster
Feedin' them lobsters
Countin' mills with my Cuban partners
Ninety-nine percent p-i-m-p
Purse first, that's the slogan when you rollin' with me
Game recognize game
Soon as you you try, who you paid
I'm a smart dove
So you lucky to get some love
What it is and what it was
So keep that shit up on the cuz
I floss endless
You gettin' tempted cuz I'm pimpalicious
Girlfriends wanna hit this
Now you aimin' for my riches
We roll Swishers
Light up trees like it was Christmas
Splitalicious, now you can be my broad if you with this
As you can see girl I don't really need you
Keep them girls for the money
Show you the baller preview
Keep yo eyes open
Broads read niggaz like they see through
Throw 'em a couple g's
They wanna be with you
The way I play my cards
Show 'em the ice like I'm a superstar
See where they comin' at
And keep 'em away from that
Platinum coated diamonds
Show the pump where I'm livin' at
Now is you with it
You ain't a playa you nigga
You a nigga with money tryin' to fake friend ya picture
Now how you gon' play the bower a tia for that money richer
And when you call ya broad that bitch don't even come up with ya
All up in another nigga's crib but she done fuckin' with ya
Now see I start 'em up
And then I hit 'em up
Switch 'em up and dish 'em up
Young Buck:]
You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,
Is Gon' Do All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?
Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,
But The Things You Go Through In Life, Make You Who You Are
Look At Me Now!
[Mr. Porter:]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much In The Hood I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know That You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck:]
I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights
Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price
I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go
You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow
We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store
Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar
Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public
See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It
Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game
Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain
I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga
I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga
And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook
Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should
How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Suge
Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good
[Mr. Porter:]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much In The Hood I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know That You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck:]
I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get
My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit
Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's
We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread
The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It
To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It
We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back
Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?
This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It
But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It
I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy
Locked Up And Don't Know If They Ev'a Coming Home Boy
Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born
Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More
You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line
My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now
[Mr. Porter:]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much In The Hood I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know That You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck:]
Now Everybody Got They Hand Out
Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out
Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out
But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth
No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks
Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick
Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole Nother Level
It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto
Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid
That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd
Everybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It
No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It
Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn
They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram
This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be
Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Have Done To Me
[Mr. Porter:]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much In The Hood I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know That You Niggas Is Hoes
G-UNIT!!
Aiyyo if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket
Aiyyo make some noise in this bitch
Cause I'm gettin money like a muh'fucker y'all (YEAH!)
Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now
Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now
Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now
Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now
Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now
Work for the money money (let's go!) put it down now
Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now
Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now
26's got me big big wheelin
Money over bitches, I'ma get me a million
Thangs done changed, I'm hotter than a flame
So it's no time for me to beef with Jada, Joe or Game (Game)
Diamonds in my chain (chain) a Chevy in my yard
And a baby blue Phantom that I keep in the garage (uh-oh!)
C'mere, let me talk to you, show you what my grill 'bout
Ice like Paul Wall but I can't take mine out (YEAHHH!)
Let's play the game "Big Bank Take Lil' Bank"
Flood it like Katrina, make sure that your ship sank (damn!)
You would think money's growin on trees
the way your boy run through a couple hundred G's
Fresh white tee 'bout to get my hustle on (yeah!)
I ain't goin to the club, 'til all my work gone (C'MON!)
I'm leanin on the leather, and grippin on the wood
And I can build whatever, you know my money good, yeah
If can get money (money) I be in the hood (hood)
I be stackin paper like a real nigga should
My money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hood
Money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hood
I be pimpin hard (hard) and I got them hoes (hoes)
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hod
Money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hod
I got my mind on my money (money) my money on my mind (mind)
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some (YEAHHHH!)
I'm sellin everythang (thang) and savin every dime (dime)
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some (YEAHHHHH!)
Fifty for the watch (watch) a hundred for the bracelet
I'm headed to the top (top) I can damn near taste it
I represent my block (block) and give away the ones (c'mon!)
The hustle never stops so my job is never done (ayy!)
So tell me what it costs (costs) and show me who the boss (boss)
Put your money where your mouth is, I'ma break him off (break him off)
If you wanna know the reason why I act like that
I can fit a half a mil' in this Louie backpack, yeah
Go and do your thang (thang) just don't get caught
Let your money talk (HEY!) I let my money talk for me
If shorty wanna hate, then tell the bitch to walk
Let your money talk (HEY!) I let my money talk for me
Call me what you want, but you can't call me broke (broke)
Cause gettin big bags of money's all we know (know)
Marble floors in the projects, ghetto millionaire
All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear (yeah!)
Bentley outside by the ice cream truck (truck)
Just ride through the hood, ask 'em if they seen Buck (Buck)
Thought I wouldn't make it, but look at me now
That's why I painted the Benz the same color as Cristal (LET'S GO!)
GET MONEY!!
Hey, GET MONEY!!
GET MONEY!!
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win
I feel attention when I walk in the club
G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I dont need security, this old nickel enough
I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all
So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might neva come home again nigga, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin
My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin
Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em'
Raaaaa!
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
I know i'm sinnin but i'm winnin at tha same time
Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine
I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine
Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs
G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do
G.D.'s, Vice Lords, Crips n the Bloodz too
Move lemme come through
Ain't a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies
My goals keep shinin, them hoes keep cryin
The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Ca$hville, 'bout to fly to Miami
Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys
The reason niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly can't stand me
I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties
Bitch!
Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)
Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)
Now where ya hood at? Buck
If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do
Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin
Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin'
Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks
Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes
It's alright if you still on the block boy
See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars
As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars
Young Buck!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
[Young Buck:]
I Come From A Small Town, Where Organised Crime Is The Rule
You Kill Nigga's Without Permission, Nigga's Gon' Kill You
We Bang The Rags Too, Red And Blue, That Shit Aint Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn, You're Gettin Robbed At
We All Targets Standin Out On The Street Corner
Thats Why You See The Lil' Kids With The Heat On 'Em
Police Pull Up, Hop Out When They Can't Catch Us
They Never Even Get A Change To Say "Park Your Weapons"
Liquor Stores Never Close, The Whole Hood High
Niggas Know When Its "Roll", The Whole Hood Ride
We On That Bishop And Jude Shit
I'll Put This 4-5 In Your Mouth Like A Toothpick (You Bitch)
The South Ain't Safe No Mo', So Get A Gun
And Pray To God That U Make It To See 21
[50 Cent:]
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
[Young Buck:]
You Gon' Make Me Crawl Through Your Backyard, And Cut Off Your Lightswitch
Kick In Your Back Door, And Take All That White Shit
Niggas Know What To Do When Im Around
Go Put Ya' Pack Up, And Pick Up Ya' 4 Pound, It's Bout To Go Down
Buck Back On That Bullshit, He Even Got His Baby Momma Walkin With A Full Clip
Fucked A Couple R&B; Hoes, But Now It's Back To The Hoodrats
They Lick A Nigga Dick And Know Where That Good At
Money Don't Make A Nigga Change
It's Just The Niggas That Ain't Neva' Had Nuthin Start Doin Strange Thangs
They Say I Must Like Beef, Cuz 50 Got 50 Enemies
But If They Fight Him, They Gotta Fight Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's Wherever, Whenever, Whatever You Wanna Do (Nigga)
[50 Cent:]
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left
Im'a Soldier, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left
Im'a Soldier
I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fooooool
Oooh, I ain't fuckin wit youuuuuu
Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no tellin what I'd do
Oooh, I ain't fuckin wit youuuuuu
You think I'm a fool (I don't know you niggaz)
Uh-uh, fuckin fuckin wit you (I ain't fuckin wit you niggaz)
Ain't no tellin what I do to you (I ain't fuckin wit you niggaz)
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, I ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
Fuck y'all
He used to be a hustler, he ain't real no mo'
Cause it's some shit in the hood we wanna kill you fo'
Loose lips sink ships, tattle-tellin gets you killed fast
I hope you get knocked off wit your snitchin ass
Made a deal cause the jail had you scared
Can't do your time so you sold to the Feds
Nigga kill yourself, you a dead man walkin
L.T. got life, and homie still ain't talkin
So all of them niggaz puttin wires on
Don't say nuttin when your family get fired on
They say your man took the stand and he didn't think twice
They took his life, and they didn't think twice
It's an eye for an eye, you rat you die
Ain't nobody 'posed to know when the pack arrive
See the judge is the pimp cause he made you snitch
Light you up and he didn't pay you shit, who the bitch?
Ha ha
You think I'm a fool, huh?
Naw Cuz, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin wit you
Nah nah, nah nah, nah, nah.. you know what?
Ain't no tellin what I do to you, I do to you, I do to you
Do to you, nigga, ay check this out Buck
Trip, me and Cuz used to dress alike, wear the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, my nigga for life, so the gang goes
Nigga used to bang with me, smoke dope with me
Sold coke with me, went low with me, we gon' fold fifty
Oh so shifty, bitchy bitchy switch the game up
Put me in the frame up, nigga came up
Sellin 'caine for us, tryin to make a name for us
Sticky, it's tricky and quite dangerous, cuff and chain him up
Make him talk I bet he squeal, real shit I'm dishin out
Why you niggaz be bitchin now? I ain't make it up
I ain't break it up, Cuz you keep me on some bullshit
I ain't with that bullshit, my nigga I'm on this real shit
Stack a bill shit, crack a meal ticket
Every time I spills nig', yeah I'm on this real shit
Now, don't you, come to the house Cuz, on the dub
Cuz I put my gun in your mouth, now nigga bounce (bounce bounce)
You think I'm a fool, a fool
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin fuckin wit you
Ain't no tellin what I do to you, ain't tellin what I do to you
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
Hmm, the life I'm livin, and how I do my thug thizzle
Separates me from all of them fuck niggaz
See I don't deal with niggaz who ain't real
He in character, playin some life that ain't his
He testify, wasn't wise and make deals
So stop talkin on the phone boy, the streets got ears
Here's some niggaz doin 20 to 30 years
that'll lie on yo' ass, and knock five off his
Affiliation with niggaz that's living ruggedly
will get a nigga like me, charged with conspiracy
Before you know it you been followed by the knuckleheads
And yo' job is to make his ass do his
Bein in the wrong place, can really hurt your case
And ain't no sense to talkin in codes, they already know
Them niggaz who you used to hustle with before
Kinda wanna play the role so they already told, you know
You think I'm a fool, a fool
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin fuckin wit you
Ain't no tellin what I do to you, ain't tellin what I do to you
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
[50 Cent:]
Yeah, I'm A Special Kinda Nigga With Mine's
I Grind, I Get's Paper, You Know What I Mean?
Hahaha
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler
They Heaven's For The Church Go'ers, And Hell's For The Heathens
so Im'a Just Ball The Fuck Out, While I'm Breathin
8th After 8th, What You Know About That Fast Flip?
Crack Spots, Smokey Fiends, Suckin On That Glass Dick
Man Sham Stay Askin' For A Dime For Nine
I Tell You What, I Hook You Up, This One Last Time
custody's Comin', Son Is Pumpin, Watch The Packs Disolve
Save Reciedo Some Food Stamps, We Stackin' It Off
Past That Joint, Whats His Name Son? I Dont Remember
The Haitian Nigga With The Guitar That Sang "Gone In November"
I Do A Buck 40 In The Rain, Hydro Plainin'
Now We Can Get Diablo, Candy-Painted
Got That Hydro Burnin', Got The Burner In The Stash
Hit The Hazards, Hit The A.C., Then It Come Out The Dash
If I Go In The Club Son, And Niggas Start Dumbin'
Start Shootin N' I Ain't Straped, Fuck It, I'm Runnin'
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine,
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler
[Young Buck:]
I Been Out Here For Too Long, I Deserve To Get A Bird
The Fiend's Know My Name Now, From Standin' On This Curb
I Got Blood On My Shirt, And A Hand Full Of Crack
A Bunch Of Lil' Niggas With Dime Sack's In They Backpacks
Come And Get It, We Got It, Take A Trip To The Projects
You See The Police, But We Gon' Sell Our Dope Regardless
Niggas Know Me, From Fillin Up Ya' Heroine Needles
I'm Connected With Them People Who Don't Speak No English
We Ain't Scared Of The Road, We Just Get It And Go
When You See Them Tennessee Tags Nigga, You Already Know
I Don't Trust No Hoes, Thats How 'T Got Pop'd
He Told The Bitch Where His Stash Was, He Told It To The Cops
Me And Preist Had The Streets On Lock
He'd Break Down The Blocks, I'd Open Up Shop, 'Round The Clock
And I Ain't Gon' Stop, So Soon As You Come Home From The Pen
We At It Again, We Gettin' It For 10, My Nigga
[50 Cent:]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine,
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler
[Tony Yayo:]
Now I'm Headed Down South And That's My Word
I'm On A Greyhound, 'Bout To Move These Birds
And If These Niggas Don't Let Me Sling\
I'm Out There Robbin' Everything
Got A Brand New Mack And A P-89
Yeah He's A Hustler, Man I Stay On The Grind
9 Grams Of Heroine, 100 Grams Of Coke
12 O's Of Mushrooms, 2 Pounds Of Smoke
3 Gal's Of Dust Juice, And A Tank Of L.S.D.
And A 1000 Pills Of Every Kind Of Exstacy
Hash, Ha-sheesh, I Bought A '62
When I Was Younger With My Crew
I Had Them Niggas Sniffin Glue
It's 40 Cinnagrams, To Them Trucka's And Bammer's
And I Can Chef Up A Miricle With Arm & Hammer
I'm A Hustler, Man I Supply The Fiends
I'm A Hustler, Nigga I'll Sell You A Dream
[50 Cent:]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine,
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler
Ay they can't handle this one
This for the block nigga, what?
I make one move, hit your block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole block cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart catch not
When the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it back
All my niggaz you hunt around so what you packin a gat?
Just leave that where it's at, or leave here on your back
Make one move like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm givin you, but you never did listen
So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin rollin with my cousin Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the candy painted 'llac
We max, and gettin all these hoes for they cheese
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they ki's
Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left niggaz layin dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out 'til the end
Still we gon' keep ridin 'til we caught in the wind
Nigga I'm gon' make it if I gotta rob and steal
Cock back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real
When the coast is cleared that's when I plan my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my first shot is debate
Don't be late, Buck we got hits to make
50 is you with me, if they really want me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't leave home
Without the gun, blaze one
They got me nationwide all over the world they tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I think ahead on that
Fuck the pen, I'm tryin to see my money stacks
If you lookin for me I'm where the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal gettin smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on some major shit
Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe that
I need to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last words in when the soldier's rag over my nose
Look the anger done build up, I'm damn near about to blow
Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm right at zero
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're lucky
When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that rush me
Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get musty
This occassion calls for military issue buddy
My fetti took a slight fall now y'all gon' be bloody
Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the city
Ain't fakin none to DT's, you got it then come and get me
But the form I come in, I swear it's hard to hit me
[Verse One]
You niggaz got me fucked up, it's time to go to war
Nigga so what's up, I bust up, any muh'fucker feelin he rougher
I can't get enough of, showin niggaz what time it is
Go inside his crib, find his kids 'til we find the shit
Go ahead and keep buyin shit, act like you run the town
On the worst day, your birthday, that's when I cut you down
Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound
Get a black dickie fit, can't forget the hundred rounds
Still a murder man, told myself I'd never hurt again
Niggaz out here hoes, so I'm kickin in they do's
And nobody knows when a nigga like me be comin
Nigga stop drop and roll when a nigga like me be gunnin
Wanna live to see tomorrow? Better calm down your woman
And that shit in that plastic bag better be all hundreds
When my mask down, that mean I'm ready to blast now
Taught your ass a lesson, bet you'll learn how to act now
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get your murder on - cock it back and let it go
Bitch I represent them killers who be kickin in them do's
Get your muder on - black down from head to toe
See I tried to tell you once niggaz don't want war
[Verse Two]
Just look at life from my point of view, run where I call home
Feel what a gun do and I'll bet you {?}
Wonder why my mind strong livin the life
When niggaz really don't live long playin me sheist
See I'm goin all out, like straight hoes to dykes
Switchin the game around like Reeboks from Nikes
Stayin in my black dickies, t-shirts all white
Thugged out, what it's all about, all right
Let's just shoot it out now, we can do it all night
It don't matter, the 50 caliber gon' bite
Watch 'em scatter, the loud sound got 'em all fright
Get the cheddar, then let them cowards hear the dual pipes
When we bite, we fight like pits on red meat
Is this life the shit nigga? Yes it fuckin be
Freaks take a glimpse, they scream Buck's the shit
Now fiend for the dick, as I lean in the 6
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Back in my 'llac the auto fo'-fo's and Optimos
Kickin in do's on the one stressin {?}
Let me get that out you hoes, me and my snub nose
Bonnie and Clyde, when we ride, both of us have open eyes
Realized I'm a young nigga, puttin it fuckin down
Never goin to sleep without a hundred fuckin miles
Layin it down, my name is known throughout town
Blaka blaka, blaka blaka
[Chorus]
All My Thugs And Thugets
Walk Where I Walk, See What I See
Now I Welcome You All To Cashville, Tennekee
All My Life, I Hustle'd All Night
Now I'm Alright, My Wrist Is All Ice
And I Did It All, Without Ya'll Advice
I Done Been To Hell And Back, Twice
You Cant Do It Like Me!
Now As The World Turns, I Let My Bud Burn
Police Writin' Down My Tags, Like Im Con'cerned
I Graduated From The Nickels And Dimes
You Need The F.E.D.'s Bitch, To Come Get Mine
Get On The Grind Hoe, And Stay The Fuck Up Outta Mine Fo'
The Kid's Find Daddy Lay'd Out With His Eyes Closed
I Know, Can't Be Humble In The Jungle
Give A Nigga An Inch, He'll Take A Whole Mile From Ya'
So I Bust First, Fuck This Earth Nigga
Whats Worse? Wakin' Up In The Pen, Or Sleepin' Up Under The Dirt
Boo Yow! Is The Sound Of The 40 Cal.
Ak's Bananna Clips Hold A 100 Rounds
Test Me, Rude Boy Don't Want None
Got Jamacan's And Hesian's Buck, Buck, Buckin' They Gun
Where The Hood At? Nigga, That's Where I Come From
Where Shoot Dice, Snort White, Sell Crack And Heroine
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!
Somebody Tell Me What This World Comin' To
Why They Go Get They Metal Detector's When We Come Through
Yah, I Know We Got Beef, And Niggas Say They Wanna Kill Us
But You Can't Get Mad, Cuz The Whole World Feel Us
Do The Math, Half Of These Niggas Lying In They Rhymes
They Don't Even Read The Paper Work, Just Sign On The Line
I Got A 9, And A Heart To Go Get Mine
And I'll Be God Damn, If I Take A Loss This Time
I'm Fishline, In The Water, Nibble Only To Get Caught
May I Take Ya' Order? Yah, I Can Get It In New York
See The Streets Know, This Nigga Here'll Let The Heat Go
Be Low, Don't Be No Muthafuckin' Hero
A Kilo'll Get A Nigga Whole Click Killed
You Ain't Gotta Spend Shit, Niggas'll Hustle Up A Mill
When You Live With All The Roaches, You Kill All The Rats
And The Thugs, That Ain't Focused, Get They Head Cracked
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!
I Know I Got A Dirty Mouth, Bitch I'm From The South
I'm Nuthin Like What You Done Seen Or You Done Heard About
I'm In My Best On The Block, A Vest And A Glock, And The Rest In My Sock
Unless I Was Pac, You Wont See Me With A Cross On My Back
Gotta Do My Own Thang, Can't Copy That Cat
Let Me Holla At Ya' For A Minute May'ne
If Ya Stand For Nuthin' Nigga, You'll Fall For Anythang
I'm Bustin Any Brain, They Say That I'm Insaine
But I Came In This Game With Cocaine In My Viens
What I'm Sayin, That I'm Trained To Go And Turn A Penny To A 20
You Complain, I'd Rather Work With What He Sent Me, Ain't It Strange?
How I Went From A Hoopty To A Bently, I Ain't Changed
I'm In The Hood, You Want Me? Come And Get Me
Feel My Pain, But Don't Feel Sorry For Me
Cuz They're Some Kids In Samalia With Nuthin To Eat
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
See nigga we thugged out for a reason
Niggaz ain't thuggin, because, they like the look nigga
Or they like to be on these streets nigga
Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm from
Ca$hville, gangsters nigga
I had to step back and regroup myself, overlook employees
And see how much juice was left cause niggaz came for me
Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki' movings
Soakin game from Baby watchin old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go with this platinum uzi
To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin
Niggaz refusin feel that heat first, shit gets deeper
See when we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeper
The job is done when you get 911's
Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all alone
My attitude can quickly change potnah
Heads get bust open like Priest when he poppin bottles
No role models to look up to when you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different ways
Trade that deuce 57 and get yourself two K's
Then let a nigga know how much mo' you made in two days
How can a nigga blame another nigga for the way he would plan
His operation led to destination under sand
Some niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind their steel
Shake up and break up what was organized for years
Shed tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L
Ball up and fuck all up a nigga mail
Beeper reportin low, when you put in a Duracell
Put it in your mind, cause that's the first sign they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard to tell
who doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the cells
When you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, shit out here gettin real
Somebody lackin they skills and they street smart
Ain't no sunshine playboy, they life dark
It takes one star, one car, one nigga who made it far
One thug, one grudge and it's life behind bars
I stand all man nigga, though a child in age
I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get paid
Niggaz want you in the shade but when you come out and shine
then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine?
I never signed a dotted line, therefore just let me be
T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest peak
I might as well just speak, for the soldiers with Buck
Load your artillery, prepare to put your guns up
You think it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said it's all good no more, puttin on your black hood
Still the same frustration that stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches then these niggaz won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm shootin for
And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you can't ignore
So I load up the 4, if you want it then let it be
Aight rap niggaz (yeah!)
You got 24 hours to live nigga (ha ha)
Your time's up right motherfuckin now nigga
Dah dah dah dahhhh
Y'all niggaz ain't no killers, y'all niggaz some hoes
And y'all act like gorillas but you already know
If the gangstas feel us then 50 should'ta let me go
All the rappers that was beefin they ain't talkin no mo'
I'll bust they motherfuckin head ho (who wanna diiiie?)
I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide)
I'll bust they motherfuckin head ho (who wanna diiiie?)
I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide)
Can't wait to see ya homie, gotta keep that Nina on me
Haters wanna leave me lonely - but y'all ain't killin me
Fuck you, ya ain't feelin me, what you eat don't make me shit
I'm cleanin my artillery and wipin off these hollow-tips
Shawty like to swallow dick, and she set up good licks
I treat her like a pit and holla - GET 'EM GIRL, GET HIS BRICK!
You know if you snitch, what we do to tattletales
Cut off yo' bottom lip, send it to you in the mail
I'm coverin up my trails, I smell gunpowder
And the hood hot as hell cause of 48 hours
All my niggaz tryin to rob a rapper and get a bird
Take his platinum and his fur, get in the back of that hearse
Muh'fucker
Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
(Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin)
Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
(Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin)
Yes, I brought a A.K. to my concerts
So I don't need security, I put in my own work
I'm walkin with my jewelry, I know I ain't from round here
But y'all gon' have to kill me before I lay it down, yeah
I was on the news for knockin him out his shoes
But the dude got a son that go to my daughter's school
So I'm cool, cause I can grab what he love most
And that's the reason why you see me laughin then go
Pay the bond money, let me get back to the streets
The one man army, a Indian with no chief
I got a bomb on me, so e'rybody move slow
Biggie Smalls said it, "If I go, you got to go"
(Beef) Is when I see you niggaz on the streets
The barrel of the beretta knock out motherfuckers teeth nigga
(Beef) Just when you think it's good to go to sleep
I crawl from under the bed, and put a hole in your head homie
(Beef) Is probably what you rappers gonna die fo'
It's somethin that we live by, somethin that we ride fo'
It's (beef) so when you see that '72 Caprice
With a chopper out the window like, buck a motherfucker
This is (beef); just know that there will never be peace
This 40-Glock'll make you niggaz NEVER sell a CD
And since it's (beef) well this might be my last verse
Cause I'ma set it off, I'm about to blast first
HEY! Yeah
Niggaz know who it is nigga
It's ya homeboy Young Buck motherfuckers!
And I just beat another motherfuckin gun case, ha hahhhh!
You know what it is nigga
Top of Bullets-burg, the world keeps turnin
Dead bodies come up every day nigga
Ay let me get that ski-mask D-Tay
Priest, load up the strap mayne
Let me go get some money mayne
Life ain't 'posed to be like this, robbery and poverty
24 hour shifts to keep this cocaine off of me
Y'all ain't livin how I'm livin, one mo' week I'm seein prison
Cause to get what I'm after, a nigga might be missin
I ain't listenin to shit, hit the Sweet and load the clip
Cause if crime didn't pay, then I'd be still on the strip
You niggaz still runnin yo' lips, I be runnin them zips
Up and down the interstate, makin ten G's a trip
A hardheaded nigga, do whatever it takes
to go and get that bread nigga, heard what I said nigga?
Been misled for a long time, waited in a long line
Finally I'm here, now this rap game is mine
Keep the herb burnin, ain't nuttin changed cause I'm worth somethin
Y'all know the Young Buck, I'ma leave this earth bluntin
But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry
Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary
Hey - I can't keep livin this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid
Ain't no nigga out here heaven-sent, not on these streets
E'rybody want the Presidents cause niggaz gotta eat
So I try to leave no evidence and come when you sleep
In your residence nigga until my mission's complete
Stay draped in my heat, paranoid like that
You kill me? R.I.P. I got boys like that
Who said they needed a white pack to strike back, shit
Just give me the right mac and nigga I'll be right back
Hardcore, and show these niggaz they don't want war
You want more? Well gimme what I'm here for
Y'all know I been raw, from day one
This teenager with the big boys, gettin the job done
Got a daddy, but he ignored both of his sons
Had to pay for my own way, as a child on the run
I ain't scary, the AK-47, I married
Cause a nigga had to have that by any means necessary
Look what y'all done to me, forced a nigga to this point
Wouldn't feed me when I was hongry, I couldn't ignore it
But I stay to my - lonely, and didn't show it
So when I killed you and your homies, you wouldn't know it
Cristal I let you po' it while I fuck with the Hennessy
All this time I'm the nigga that you pretend to be
Tables done turned now I'm like "Remember me?
The same lil' nigga you overcharged for a ki"
Times hard on a G, you was larger than me
Young, but I ain't dumb, you ain't smarter than me
Give niggaz a inch, and they takin the whole mile
So I hop out the 6, and I takin they whole pile
Uh-uh whoa now, how many niggaz see this grown child
Shit gettin hectic then you shut 'em down
Tennessee to Uptown, niggaz is thuggin, mean muggin
Ain't no stoppin I'm hot, and the game is what I'm lovin nigga
You a thug like me
You can catch me green stick it up,
Dick it up,
Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough after pickin up,
Feds on a nigga block ridiculous,
Cuz the game done brought all our shit to us,
I done bit the dust-countinus
Now i ride double ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you playin with much,
one in the chamber on the table when you chillin for lunch,
and head up with your door open feelin your blunt,
where im from 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the blunt,
Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump,
if its on-first draw thats a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin games start endin em up,
cuz your block young buck will start bendin em up,
as soon as your adrenaline pump,
make way dear lord cuz im sendin em up
Its all about money,
gettin major paid,
stack your cheese in all different ways,
tote your strap and keep your khakis creased,
yeah nigga, you a thug like me?
They call me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we dont play sir,
anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
wanna play rough?
yall cats wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff
niggas wanna start shit with they gun then run,
Tay dont wanna chase ya,
Bullets wait ta, replace ya,
hit em with the shells of the 45,
make em all duck, with the four-five buck,
put em all up,
got 2 so we got you but we dont give a fuck,
seals comin gunnin out the cut,
spittin at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds like im spittin on a track,
yall niggas know that you cant hold that,
ima spit the gat till the gat click-clat,
then chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this heat gone burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus yall guns,
hit a nigga up and leave his ass left numb,
dont play with me,
you know i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas down fatefully,
you think expectfully, just wait and see,
young buck and D-tay nigga ready to g,
If it pays to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big gotta limp when I walk,
Dont talk the talk cuz T.I.P. we comin,
First go about money
Its all bout thuggin,
gettin paid and shit,
you either slang the dope or hit major licks,
thats why all my niggas be sevin bricks,
yall gunna see what we workin with,
not me baby doll,
i aint hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 with a leather kit,
oh you dont wanna holla?
well whatever bitch,
dont say shit when the bezzle flip,
see a nigga tote straps for the hell of it,
I aint givin a fuck about jealous shit,
And I dont smoke weed for the smell of it,
Just before I kill, I inhale the shit,
You cant trail me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with about 50 cakes,
once a nigga find out its all heart no shake,
thats when I infest the place,
im thugged out,
up in the drug house,
got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce,
we da real ass niggas, all work no slouch,
can i get that there? all that count,
all they amount,
but when it go down and a nigga make all ya say all that out,
what you gunna do nigga what you about,
either ride or die, when im raised in the south,
love the block, when a nigga wake up,
i wash my face and then hug my glock,
brush my teeth and scream south side,
smoke a blunt and put on my socks,
but it still dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga been out here on his own-livin day to day,
Wussup real niggas? (Real niggas..)
Aye yo, shout out to dem niggas in penny-tentiary
I see y'all niggas, my niggas comin' home!!
And it's onn!!
I don't want no problems (Yeah nigga), I just want to shoot (So watch yaself)
I don't want to rob 'em (Haha), I just want tha loot (Gimme dat, mothafucka!)
I don't want no problems (Yeah nigga), I just want to shoot (So watch yaself)
I don't want to rob 'em (Haha), I just want tha loot (Gimme dat, mothafucka!)
There come 'em boys wit' dem bandanas on (Yeah!)
They totin' A.K's wit' banana clips on (Blow!)
You thankin' we snorin' some much white on dese streets (Whudd!)
Dese ho's out here doin', I'm a P-i-m-p
Nigga TIP is murda case, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case
Cashville tha murda state, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case
Look I ain't here to play, I can git it 'nutha day (Yeah!)
I do it fo' tha hood, and you do it fo' TV (C'monn!)
Now, streets love niggas like me and Young Jeezy
I'm leanin' on tha leatha and grippin' on tha wood
Wit' my hand on a metal, I wish a nigga would (Wooooo)
I don't want no problems, I just want to shoot (Boom!)
I don't want to rob 'em, I just want tha loot (Yeah!)
And I ain't fo' no talkin', so wutchu wanna do?! (Do!)
Got click full of killas, nigga you can git it too!! (Too!)
Tha word on tha streets is
Some G-Unit niggas, wit' whole lotta guns, bussin' shots (Yeeaaahh)
So somebody call 50, and tell him come quicky
Go try to make 'em young boys stop (Ooowhh!!)
I'm not sent to play dese games (Whudd!)
See some thangs, they'll change
You'll no longa hear me sayin' dese rappas names (Nah!)
I had e'nuff, gotta cake to shot, ya time's up
Bitch I'm comin' to ya hood if you wanna fight Buck (Let's Gooo!)
Spider-Loc got me ridin' thru dese sets in L.A.
As country as I am, mayn' I feel like I'm gon' stay(West-ssiide!)
They know a real nigga when they see 'em - I won't play
And I ain't worry 'bout no money nigga, I know Dre
Tha glock stay on me, and tha knife's fo' back-up (Ooh!!)
I'm comin' to tha +Vibe Awards+, dare ya to ack up (Haha)
Go tell 'em dat I'm back, and I'm still on my hustle
You know a nigga stapped, hommie you don't want no trouble
Huh!!
So it is whudd it is..
Dat's a rap..
Next time I'm start shootin' tha shit outta you bitch azz rap niggas
Phureal tho!!
Niggas know, I just walked out up of dat court room smellin' like weed and shiit..
Haha..
Phureal like you know, tha probation offica can kiss my ass!
Tha D.A. can kiss my ass!
Every body in tha Goddamn court room, can kiss my ass!!
Fuck y'all!!
'Cause see, when a mothafuckin' nigga got his life in ya hands
y'all mothafuckin' still good
Ho, niggas got it fucked up for real
Supa thug in my bandanna
got my face covered
watch me roll this quarter ounce blunt,
and don't waste nothin'
bitch i know you hate me
but you wont say nothin'
me and my AK huntin'
since you wanna taste somethin'
I don't pay for shit
but i will take the hit
pull the Benz out
and pull the pin out
and make 'em quit
don't compare me to them coward niggas
you been bitchin' with
out there swimmin' in that water
we gon' see how deep it gets
we don't drive by
we get out and walk by
parties in the street
yellow tape, white chalk lines
cant afford to let em blow it
right now i'm ready for it
realist nigga in this rap shit
bitch you better know it
I just think you better know it
you better know it (x8)
26 inches
A problem, i just bought me
This should be ridiculous,
niggas kill for this versache
first i hit the lights
hit the gas
watch me open up my stash
i reach in, get my strap
yeah, then put on my mask
got a face full of teardrops
still you aint no goon
niggas die right here on this block
this ain't no cartoon
put bulletholes all in ya gucci
let you pick the spot
on where to let a nigga
shoot ya ass
Chopper cut ya head
hit his leg till it strike out
let him think he made it
then ya knock his whole life out
Borrow money bitch
go to jail, i'm gettin' right out
stop and see my kids
then i'm on the next flight out
I just think you better know it
G-Unit!!!
Yeah...
You Better Kill Me
50, Lemme Get These Niggas
(Get 'Em Buck!!!)
I Brush My Teeth, Load My Clip, And Go Bust My Heat
I'm In Too Deep, I Can't Say Fuck The Streets
I Need Some Sleep, The Fiends Still Comin'
Bush 'Bout To Blow This Bitch Up
Better Get Money, Dead Bodies Get Picked Up On Daily Routines Now
I'm David In Teen's Now
Niggas We're Digital, But They Work Triple Beams Now
I'm Livin' For Me Now, Cuz I Done Went To War With The Other Side
Lucky Me, Cuz The Enemies Mother And Brother Died
Hot Shot Gun Shell's And Teflon Chest Plate's
It's Tatt'ed On My Arm Nigga, Thugin' Till My Death Day
Ya'll Niggas Just Wait, Right After My Court Date
It's Gonna Get Grimey, Like New York Say
Bitch Niggas Horse Play, Real Niggas Gon' Spray
Bang The Fo', Change Clothes, And Come Back The Same Day
Better Holla Mayday, Cuz We Comin'
And We Gunnin At Any Muthafucka Want Sumthin
They Say Thou Shall Not Steal, Thou Shall Not Kill
But Rub Me The Wrong Way, Nigga And I Will
Thou Shall Not Cheat, Thou Shall Not Squeel
Cuz Niggas'll Put A Hole In Ya Ass, And That's Real
They Say Thou Shall Not Steal, Thou Shall Not Kill
But Rub Me The Wrong Way, Nigga And I Will
Thou Shall Not Cheat, Thou Shall Not Squeel
Cuz Niggas'll Put A Hole In Ya Ass, And That's Real
I'm Already Dead, Can't Kill Me Nigga
And Even If I Do Die, I'm Still Gon' Kill Ya
Im Unfamiliar With Alot Of These Soldiers
I Go Out In The Road, And Niggas Think That It's Over
Runnin, The Fiends All Puttin Too Much Soda On The D'
You Would Think Niggas Know, Cuz They Older Than Me
Been Here Longer Than Me, And Still Peace'n A Ounce Out
How Can Ya' Be A Birdman, If You Don't Know How To Count
It's Back To The Black Gloves, And Home Invasions
Puttin Holes In A Nigga, The Size Of A Gold Dayton
No I'm Not Waitin On Nothin, No More
Eather You Pay Me What You Owe Me, Or I'm Cuttin Ya Throat
Nigga Ya Baby Momma Know Me, Go And Ask The Hoe
How I Done Tied Her Ass Up Over A Bag Of Dope
I'll Be Glad To Go To The Pen Over Revenge
I'm Comin' Out The Same Way, A Nigga Went In
They Say Thou Shall Not Steal, Thou Shall Not Kill
But Rub Me The Wrong Way, Nigga And I Will
Thou Shall Not Cheat, Thou Shall Not Squeel
Cuz Niggas'll Put A Hole In Ya Ass, And That's Real
They Say Thou Shall Not Steal, Thou Shall Not Kill
But Rub Me The Wrong Way, Nigga And I Will
Thou Shall Not Cheat, Thou Shall Not Squeel
Cuz Niggas'll Put A Hole In Ya Ass, And That's Real
Boom!, G-Unit!!!, We On Some Military Shit Nigga
You Better Kill Us All, Cuz We Commin'
Hello? Whats Up, Who Is This?
Yo Nigga, This Murda Rich
Whats Up Nigga?
Whats Up With You My Nigga?, Check This Out
Some Shit Done Popped Of Right?
Yeah
I Need You And 'Tay To Go Handle It
Aight
I Got Like A Hundred Sittin On This Nigga's Fat
Bring It Back To Me On A Plate, That's Whats Up
Aight
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
We Takin' Hits
'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
We Takin' Hits
It's Gon' Cost, But We Gon' Get Him Gone, Take His Life Away
2 A.K's, We Gon' Send Him Home
This Is How We Livin' From The Projects To The Prisons
So Don't Be To Comfortible, Bitch 'Cuz You Can Be A Victim
Get 'Em Buck, Hit 'Em Up, Ambulance Pick 'Em Up
Should've Duck'd, Got Killed, Nigga Wasn't Quik Enough
Shit Is Real, I Ain't Here For No Bullshit, I'm Here With A Full Clip
Now Lemme Show You Niggas What You'll Get (Get 'Em Tay)
They Never Seen A Mad Man, Come And Dump Up On These Fools
Get The 4-5 Cocked Back, Gunnin' At You Dudes
Black Down, Thuged Out, And Masked To Match
I'm Not Doin' It Cuz Theme Pussy Niggas, Bastards Cap
Who Want That? You Want That, I Don't Think You Do
Like I Gun The Bloody Down, Shit, I Gun You Too
I'm Like 50, I Don't Care If Its Platinum Or White Gold
Soon As I Cock It Back, Gimme That Ice Hoe (Yeeh)
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
We Takin' Hits
'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
We Takin' Hits
Hello?
Yo Buck, Murder Rich Nigga
What's Up Nigga?
Man, I'm Tryin To See Whats Up With That Business, Nigga
Hey Man, We F'nd To Bust This Niggas Head, Im'a Hit You Back, Aight?
Hey There He Go, He Don't Know That We Behind Him
So Go Pull Up Beside Him, And Lemme Put This 9 In Him
You Ever Seen The 30-30 With The Scope On It?
A Bunch Of Niggas Smokin Weed, That Got Dope On It
And We Don't Leave No Evidence, Or No Finger Prints
Follow Certain Elements, Cuz Niggas Goto Jail For This
They Say I'm Heaven Sent, I Think I'm Hell Bound
Cuz I'm Addicted To The Way A 12 Gauge Sound
I Keep The Dough In, Swing The Chopper And The Pit-Bull Shit
If He Run, He Ain't Gettin One, Get A Clip Full Of It
Thats For Movin, Must Have Been Some Confusion, When I Came In
Told You Lay The Fuck Down, Or Else These Bullets Cave In
Must Thought I Was Playin, Im'a Let You Know When I Shoot That 4
How It Go When A Gangster Roll, Murder Man, Blood Bath, What'd You Take It For
I Ain't Playin' Games, Ain't Nuthing Gon' Ever Change
Murder Put Money On Your Head, Gimme His Brain, Muthafucka!
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
We Takin' Hits
'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
Heyyyy! I gotta slow down
I said we gotta slow down
Let me take you back to high school, ninety-fo'
When at least when a nigga had time to go
Walk to the bus stop, sellin rocks on the way
Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of yay
Fell in love with a shorty that was bad
I would go and skip class just so I could see that ass
But she was too fast, and I was too slow
Cause she wanted a nigga who already had dough
She found her a man who was like twenty-fo'
But what she didn't know that he had plenty hoes
She was too young; so now he got a new one
Cause shorty went and bought her a new gun
See when she catch this nigga she gon' do somethin
Not fight, but shorty gon' shoot somethin
But she never got a chance, a change of plans
Shot herself in the back puttin the gun in her pants
Live life young nigga, quit tryin to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
So slow your roll - slow it down my nigga
Slow your roll - slow down my nigga
Live life lil' mama, quit tryin to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
So slow your roll - c'mon gotta slow down
Slow your roll - think you gotta slow down
I got a graveyard tatted on my arm
So I'ma just start with my uncle William Hahn
My momma only brother, he served in the Navy
He lost his life because the war made him crazy
My nephew Shannen, 15 years old
When I think how he died I get real cold
Cause they found him in a field with some crack stones
There was no flesh, it was just bones
I was just home, with my cousin Craig
And then I got a phone call said they found him dead
So what's next, ain't went to Bizz funeral yet
Instead of one casket I need two of them shits
It don't quit, just when you think I'm seein better days
My auntie just find that she got AIDS
And it's fucked up, cause her life don't end
And she locked up, so she dyin in the pen', damn
This can't be life, we're living
Cause I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no morrrrrre
This can't be life, we're living
Cause I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no morrrrrre
This can't be life we're living
Cause I don't want it no morrrrrre, no morrrrrre
This can't be life we're living
Cause I don't want it no morrrrrre
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Oh You Aint Never Been To The Dirty, Dirty Before?
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
C'mon Ride With Young Buck
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
My 24's Spinnin', The Sticker's Still On 'Em
The Same Ol' Hoes, But A Nigga Still Want 'Em
I'm Parkin Lot Pimpin' On Another Nigga Woman
She Pullin Up Her Skirt, Tryin Show A Nigga Sumthin
Ya' Car Cloudy, My Niggas All Rowdy
This Heinesy Got A Nigga Drowsy, I'm Outty
Now Where Them Hoes At, Look I'm Tryin To Take You Home
So What'cha Got Ya Girlfriends, Bitch Bring 'Em On
Hoe I'm Tryin To Break A Bone, When I Get In Them Draw's
To The Window, To The Muthafuckin Walls
What A Nigga Don't Know Wont Hurt Him'
If Ya' Got A Old Man, Bitch I Ain't Worried
And I Got Plenty Room If Ya Think You Wanna Roll
See This Is What They Make Caddillac Trucks For
Let's Go To A Place You Ain't Never Been, Down In The Country
I Bet Ya, I Have Ya Sayin' Ya Love Me
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
She Ain't Got A Brain, The Liquor Got Right
It's Aight, Cuz, You Can Be My Wife, But Only For Tonight
Get Ya Ass On This Bike, I Can Show You Im'a Ryder
The 600 Coupe, With The Old School Wires
Geovanni Rims, With Perely's On The Tires
They Said 22's Wouldn't Fit, But They Liers
We Can Take A Trip To The Hood And Back
Then Go And Get A Room, How Hood Is That?
What'cha Waitin' On Shorty? This The Chance Of Your Life
What I Mean What I See In Them Jeans, I Like
You Don't Know What Your Missin', Just Quit Talkin And Listen
See I'm Just Holdin Up Traffic, I'm Just Right Here Sittin'
Think About It 'For I Bounce, And You Holla, I'm Wrong
And Ya' See Your Best Friend, In This Impala, Ridin' On Chrome
If Your Ballin In Your Money Long, You Can Relate
But All Them Broke Ass Niggas Gon' Hate
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
You Can Bounce If You Want To, Freak If You Want To
G-Unit In This Bitch, Shortayyy
What You Gon' Do?
Buck If You 'Bout That, I Can Make 'Em Bounce Back
G-Unit In This Bitch, Shortayyy
Where The South At?
Bounce If You Want To, Freak If You Want To
G-Unit In This Bitch, Shortayyy
What You Gon' Do?
Buck If You 'Bout That, I Can Make 'Em Bounce Back
G-Unit In This Bitch, Shortayyy
Where The South At?
Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
{sickness, sickness}
[Course]
I got uzi's, and AK's of plenty
I got gadgets and grenades galore
Everynight i make sure that im ready
And prepare for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's
Automatics and shotguns galore
If you fuck with me make sure your ready
And prepare for war
[Verse]
I got a heart like 50, and a gun big as Biggie
Some old heads hatin and some young niggas with me
Put a beam on a 12 gauge, buck, shots spread
I can aim for your legs, and hit you in your head
Like a soldier we sleep with our eyes open
We ride 4 deep and we trust no one
Heres the plan, soon as we finish shootin up ya man
We gonn' take it there, and shoot start shootin up some
heads
I dont know nothin but guns, i dont hold nothin but
guns
I just know I got a gun, all yall better run
Im on the edge, to go out like them niggas with dreads
Do what i said, i come to take the bumbaclot bread
Did you hear that, its like death's in the air
When the wind starts holla'n and the moon light glare
Is you scared?, i can see the fear in your eyes
When we open up the door, and we caught you by suprise
[Course]
i got uzi's, and AK's of plenty
I got gadgets and grenades (mix up)
i got uzi's, and AK's of plenty
I got gadgets and grenades galore
Everynight i make sure that im ready
And prepare for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's
Automatics and shotguns galore
If you fuck with me make sure your ready
And prepare for war
[verse]
I got a heart like 50, and a gun big as Biggie
Some old heads hatin and some young niggas with me
Put a beam on a 12 gauge, buck, shots spread
I can aim for your legs, and hit you in your head
Like a soldier we sleep with our eyes open
We ride 4 deep and we trust no one
Heres the plan, soon as we finish shootin up ya man
We gonn' take it there, and shoot start shootin up some
heads
I dont know nothin but guns, i dont hold nothin but
guns
I just know I got a gun, all yall better run
Im on the edge, to go out like them niggas with dreads
Do what i said, i come to take the bumbaclot bread
Did you hear that, its like death's in the air
When the wind starts holla'n and the moon light glare
Is you scared?, i can see the fear in your eyes
When we open up the door, and we caught you by suprise
[verse]
Money, cars, cash and hoes
Thats the way, a gangsta roll
I dont know what you've been told
Where you been before, but thats how it goes
[Verse]
They say thats all i talk about is murder murder kill
kill
But if i die today another nigga still will
On the front line marchin, to the battle feild
With a black hoody on and a pair of old Timbs
Ghetto sargent, i think i see the target
I hit them niggas up, but i dont know where they car
went
The neighborhood love me, i buy they kids Christmas
And give em all money, to keep em out my business, no
witness
[Chorus]
i got uzi's, and AK's of plenty
I got gadgets and grenades galore
Everynight i make sure that im ready
And prepare for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's
Automatics and shotguns galore
If you fuck with me make sure your ready
And prepare for war
[verse 2x]
Get your camolauge suits, and your combat boots
We aint going to iraq, we just pullin up and shootin
Your life is what I want dawg, you can keep the loot
This is how the G's do, salute (salute)
Get your camolauge suits, and your combat boots
We aint going to iraq, we just pullin up and shootin
Your life is what I want dawg, you can keep the loot
This is how the G's do, salute (salute)
[Verse]
Put the potatoe on the end of the round
Make the sound quiet down
The block dont eat if a nigga not around
Like a sniper, i keep my chopper low to the ground
Milatary minded, and im South Side now
Got my canteen filled up with henessy nigga
A bullet broof vest, and my tank on spinners
Attention!!, you about to enter a war zone
Why you come around here homie you know its on
[Chorus]
i got uzi's, and AK's of plenty
I got gadgets and grenades galore
Everynight i make sure that im ready
And prepare for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's
Automatics and shotguns galore
If you fuck with me make sure your ready
6-1-5 Ca$hville we buck, yeah! (AY!)
Toomp I got you nigga! (Yeah!)
A.T.L. to Ca$hville nigga (You already know what this is, ay!)
Aiyyo Jeezy whattup nigga? (What they do nigga?)
Aiyyo it's on me tonight nigga! (Let's go)
Let's get it! (Let's go!)
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho
(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga
(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga
I ain't playin 'bout my money (AY!) I hit ya ass up (ha-hahhhhh)
Leave ya right there so they can pick ya ass up, yeah
Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga)
Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga, YEAH!)
Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do?
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do?
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It's Young (Young) Jizzle (Jizzle) and the homie Buck (yeah!)
We still ridin dirty, think we givin a fuck? (nah)
Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five blocks (whoo!)
Hundred miles an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!)
And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn)
And I'm back down Atlanta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!)
So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand
You ask me what I need I tell 'em bring the whole van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh)
All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!)
I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!)
See cuz over there (whattup!) he'll kill ya ass for nuttin
C.T.E. (talk to 'em nigga!) and muh'fucker we buckin nigga
Let me go and show you niggaz what my whip game like
I whip it to the left, and whip it to the right
I mix it with the Sprite, and flip it with the whites
See I make my own price cause I take my own flights
I still got my ski mask, STILL need cash
STILL got them eighteens as if you want a half
That's 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math
But I do it for the ten for my niggaz in the cab
Got a bitch in Decatur, she shake it for the paper
So when I make it rain, I just get it back later
See cuz over there, he'll kill ya ass for nuttin (I got ya homie!)
D-Tay Man deez niggas talkin bout dey got dis and dat.
Man im just- I feel dem man ... penny pinchin and shit.
Niggaz workin wit somethin round my way,
I aint really gotta say to much,
if you know Young Buck you know Money Motha Fuckas..
Man its all about platinum from the records to the neclace boi,
Dont hand me the keys if it aint show room floor,
Ten diamonds in the rolli betta add ten more,
From the bend up lift my hands up good lord,
Wats the use of a playa wit paper dat dont show it,
Screamin I got money but dont nobody no it,
I work for it, so dat mean i got da right to roll twenties,
And sag my jeans, da average gehtto childs dream,
turnin some cream and rollin vitwizy wil lizzy, why still hes a team,
and seem ive accomplished dat,
bought a charm, went in a vice I took it back,
when I return i want all my diamonds phat,
I cant get off track,
when my dawgs in my pack feel just like that,
look park your cadillacs aint no time for stallin,
while you penny pinchin playa i be out der ballin,
Yall niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,
For deez two young niggaz buy up all da ice,
It started from servin bikes to trucks wit door pipes,
Wen ya see Buck and Tay I bet ya look twice,
Yo mind must the still in da gutta,
thinkin we gon suffa,
id ratha ductape yo mutha,
and be on dis summa,
take da factory off and put some chrom on da hummer,
top down and reverse when its lightin and thundrin,
had da whole world wonderin bout my age and shit,
17 wit a 20 year old agent bitch,
flip 12 whole things and im savin 6,
to serve deez desperate niggaz who payin 20 a brick,
my niggaz dey smoke skunk, drink henny till we sick,
wit they afros out dey love to hear dem guns click,
see im blindin deez bitches every time my tounge flick,
and i work wit deez hos jaws gone just dont quit,
relax and let it come to ya, never been weed,
especially wen niggaz got plugs ova seas,
neva was a wanna be, label me a gonna be,
I told yall look wat dis gang don done to me,
Yall niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,
For deez two young niggaz buy up all da ice,
It started from servin bikes to trucks wit door pipes,
Wen ya see Buck and Tay I bet ya look twice,
Yo yall can stay in line waitin to shine ... but not me,
Id rather be caught drunk in the V.I.P,
Sly B stop me, Ima look at you funny,
Yall blow brown weed, we be blowin dat gummy,
noz that grind roll wit niggaz dat hold der money,
while yall floss chicken heads dat on the low be junkies,
Yall know me one, betta yet call us gorillaz,
you surrounded by playas, while im surounded by killaz,
Thats know to here, beefin nigga block in a minute,
you just packin twenty rounds we gon put fifty in it,
still aint finished, my niggas trin for dis,
you get thrown out da click if you aim and miss,
we train to hit, just like you would train a pig,
dont be arguin wit deez niggaz get dey thing and spit,
change you fifth, if you smart youd get you things and get,
cause dem niggaz dat was witch dat didnt shoot no sinch,
now whos a bitch, yall heads is new to dis,
Im da ones dat come blastin out da blue and shit,
move dis shit wit amo dat come throw dis shit,
have your mother at your grave wit da blues and shit,
Ya loose wit dis, specially when you think its your turn,
Cause my 5 gon burn yall gon learn,
Or gon earn another spot in da dirt,
Cause i spit dis shit dat hurt, shit can jurk,
shit can work, shit datll tear your shit,
shit datll have your mother sittin front seat in the church,
You know how we work, we flossin we gotta look nice,
You niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,
Yall niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,
For deez two young niggaz buy up all da ice,
It started from servin bikes to trucks wit door pipes,
Aye Drama, hold up fo' a sec' aiight
Stop dat gangsta shit fo' dis niggas one time
Cut dat shit tha fuck off right now, ya'undastand
Dis niggas ain't fuckin' payin' attention
They not seen what df is goin' on
It's a movement nigga, G-Unit South!
Git wit' it or live wit' out nigga!!
You know whudd it is when you see me in tha mothafuckin' streets
Let's Goooo!!
(G-Unit!!)
As the world turn, let tha weed burn
I need mine and I know dat you need yours
Shit ain't all good but tha hood still got my back
And believe dat I got my strap (Get 'Em Buck!!)
I don't wanna hear bout tha shit you've been thru
Niggas all know bout the {?}
You ain't got to sit to me if it offends you
But come thru, show me love and I'll defend you (Owh!)
See me on tha news, be like: "Damn dat's ugly"
So like 'Pac sayd: "Only God can judge me"
Six rocks left 'till my packets gon' (Yeaaahh)
On tha block by myself I ain't got no home
Niggas gittin' at my bitch in tha club
Tellin' her to holla soon as I'm locked up
So damnit it's on me now, I can make 'em famous (Whudd!)
By standin' by a nigga labeled "Armed & Dangerous"
But don't no body really see tha picture
And do ya see ya momma face starrin' at some tissue?
I made my mind up befo' I got a record deal
You can make fake money, but tha respect is real
Even if I did they gon' say I didn't
Even if I ain't they gon' say I'm wit' it
We hustle all nite out here trynnah git it (C'monn)
So even if I gotta lay down fo' a minute (Owh!)
I be back.. (Same ol' nigga) I be back.. (Whudd)
(Just got a lil' bigga) I be back, (C'monn)
(One mo' time) I be back, (Fo'sho)
To git what's mine
Day dreamin', thankin' where they gon' send me (Huh!)
I'm doin' bout a hunned in dis {?}
And they don't see me sweat, so I smile thru it all (Yuh!)
I see tha blue lights but I'm thankin' "Hayell no" (Nooo!)
I wanna do right, but they tell me dat I'm wrong
Fo' doin' 35 in durrty speed zone (Dayum)
I should've called 50, tell him I'm pulled ova (Nah!)
But he know I'm strap'd and he know I ain't soba
So lemme take a deep breathe, put my seatbelt on
When he walks to tha car, holla back - we gone
I gotta case pinned on me and I'm out on bars
So he gon' have his trynnah handcuff my arms
And he gon' have 20 niggas trynnah do him wrong
When only he had to do is sit back and be gon'
Fuck tha D.E.A. and tha Feds
Git money mothafucka, you can sleep when ya dead (Yuh!)
Even if I did they gon' say I didn't
Even if I ain't they gon' say I'm wit' it (Yuh!)
We hustle all nite out here trynnah git it (C'monn)
So even if I gotta lay down fo' a minute (Owh!)
I be back.. (Same ol' nigga) I be back.. (Whudd)
(Just got a lil' bigga) I be back, (C'monn)
(One mo' time) I be back, (Fo'sho)
Featuring: 50 Cent
Yeah ****, G-Unit in this ****
Aiyyo 50, aiyyo, this **** barely breathin', ****
It won't be long 'fore you ****
You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin' 'bout me
****, I come for your head
And leave your monkey **** laid out in the street
It won't be long 'fore you ****
You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin' 'bout me
****, I come for your head
And leave your monkey **** laid out in the street
I hit your heart, you ****, I squeeze till the **** run out
**** know me good and my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the **** in the hooptie with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a **** till the **** blow
I got **** ****, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this **** in your direction, mayne
****, **** and ****, this a sticky situation
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin'
Same ****, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-four drop, same **** on top
Don't blame me if your **** block get hot
'Cause I'm just tryin' to make a livin', **** stay up outta prison
In a position of power
In a position where **** **** **** can't **** with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me?
****, I got bread
It won't be long 'fore you ****
If you can't hold on, ****, hold on
It seems like it never lasts
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you ****
When you wired up in, ain't no smilin'
See all of 'em whylin' and these **** is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin'
And you know that reaper comin' when that **** start dumpin'
Like nobody seen nothin', these **** is silent
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real ****, we don't**** around with the nonsense
**** one, ****, that's how it get, ****, what?
I put **** **** to your head, your white tee **** ****
****, now give up the bread, I'll fill ya **** **** ****
Put a **** in your wig with the ****, ya dig?
Said, **** the kids, I don't play that ****
It's all part of the game, man, the game ain't fair
**** **** gots no heart, ****, my **** don't care
**** **** **** **** ****, homie, you see that flare
Your life start to flash, ya ****, ****, who cares?
If you can't hold on, ****, hold on
It seems like it never lasts
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead
Me and my ****, 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 ****
**** **** up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha
**** **** **** **** **** ****, boy, I ain't **** wit cha
The Unit's my hood, my ****, my ****, my ****
My ****, my liquor, my family, my ****
We soldiers, we ****, they know us, they feel us
They know we gorillas, you know who the realest
The Unit's my ****, my ****, my ****, my ****
My protects, my family, do you understand me?
My ****, my ****, my wife, my son
My love, my ****, my stacks, them figures
**** ****, **** **** **** **** **** **** ****
Black Dickie suit and a ****black ski mask
**** first, this is how I react and we act
Like it's nothin', Cashville **** used to that, listen
If you can't hold on, ****, hold on
It seems like it never lasts
Always takes so long when you're hit
Aye-Uh Huh Huh Huh
Don't ask me where tha fuck I'm from, or whudd set I claim
I git money (Yuh!), I got a lil' bit of both games in me
Niggas hate so tha marshburg hang with me
Feds wanna tap up my phone, 'cause they can't git me
I mite as well give it to ya since Dre sent me
Just sit back and kick ya feet up, okayye 50?
I'm on 1 and I just begun
I dare one of these blood claats come test me gun
Tha rude bwoi of tha south let me in dis bitch
I just wish Tupac was here to witness dis
Give me room to breathe and I'ma blow you away
I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day
Ayyyye, somebody gotta do it y'all
See I done been locked up and I don't know who tha call
It's my time, so everybody jump on tha train
With tha A.K. aimed I can shootdown a plane (Mothafucka!)
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do wrong?)
Just to wake up early, afta hustlin' all night long (Yeh-eh-eh-eh-uhh)
My gun damn near bigga then me
I ain't tha nigga to beef
'Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentionin' me
I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencin' me
My homeboi come in tha courtroom and hit him with 3
I got tha mind of a nigga 'bout to git him a kii (Yuh!)
All tha feins lined up, they just waitin' fo' me
Betta hurry-hurry, it's about to go down
And don't cha worry, I brought a 100 rounds (Buck!)
We gon' count to ten and then put tha clips in
Whoeva is tha last man standin' wins (C'monn)
You throw some money in tha hood and it always works
My niggas crazy, they'll dig a dead body from tha durrt (Yeahh)
Betta watch ya mouth, 'cause I been watchin' ya house
I'm in the bushes like "When dis nigga gon' come out?!"
It's enough of dis he say she say shit
Now it's time to find out who you wit'
Tha streets ain't got no love (Oh but I'm a nigga on top of thangs)
These niggas don't feel my pain (Oh these niggas don't got a clue what I been through mayn')
But I ain't even lookin' for love (Oh but I ain't lookin' fo' all ya sympathy)
You can smoke one to the head to this
Rizin Sun, Young Buck (What), First Born (What), and D-Tay
Them four hard hitters nigga and we back
Another dope track, know what I'm sayin' what yo
Yo we them hard hitters
Them drag you out the yard niggaz
Bout to squab triggers
That leave you in the dark nigga
We raw nigga
Them same superstar nigga
Them anytime goin' right ain't no bar nigga
We blow figures
To show you who the boss nigga
That drops niggaz
With the chrome Moss nigga
You lost nigga
See T.I.P. don't like the game
Ya get outta line and T.I.P. gon' like they aim
Is it my turn to show them niggaz we be stars on tracks
Start up beef, we in yo front yard with gats
So don't go with that, we leave you flat paralyzed from the neck
With a motherfuckin' hole in ya back
It ain't my fault if you balled hard
Start slimin' up the walls, leave him in his draws
Nigga you know the protocol
We were born for hard ball
Stealin' cars and livin' life hard ya heard me
If y'all gon' ride with me, get high with me
Then go and get the straps nigga gunfire with me
You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty
My real niggaz, hard hitters they ride with me
If y'all gon' ride with me, get high with me
Then go and get the straps nigga gunfire with me
You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty
My real niggaz, hard hitters they die with me
We did it all in our lifetime
Dealin' drugs, bustin' them slugs
Runnin' with thugs, when it get down to them broads
They ain't showin' no love
Put his face in the mud
Fuckin' with the hard hitters, D-Tay my nigga
Got contracts to get 'em, lyrical spitter
We slaved on the figures found out who's better
From Nashville to Chucktown we go round for round
City to city and then we knock it down
Yeah we'll lock it down
Then we hit these niggaz spot up with fifty rounds
The best pound for pound
Representin' the town
That'll clown when it's time for the showdown, better slow down
(D-Tay unload the four pound)
This shit's about to go down nigga
Whoa now leave these niggaz shit tore down
Whole town be locked down
Got the whole world shocked now
T.I.P. on top now
I'll put it all on the line for these gangsta ass niggaz of mine
First Born, D-Tay we hard hitters combined
Talk shit and ya dyin' if ya think that I'm lyin'
Ask that nigga named Bryan, caught six in the spine
And we ain't hard to find we just sleep in the daytime
After the sunshine we duckin' for war time
You said you want what now
See go to war nigga, hard hitters we buck wild
Just us four niggaz
See we live for gunfire, kick in ya door nigga
If we come at lunchtime, we afternoon killers
Who that playa with mine
Must be some new niggaz
Who done did some time and wanna mitch new figures
Get the tools niggaz, let's show the world how we abuse niggaz
Cock back the hammer and just shoot nigga
All for the loot nigga
We ain't no cute niggaz
Tryin' to knock boots nigga
You niggaz got me fucked up, it's time to go to war
Nigga so what's up, I bust up, any muh'fucker feelin he rougher
I can't get enough of, showin niggaz what time it is
Go inside his crib, find his kids 'til we find the shit
Go ahead and keep buyin shit, act like you run the town
On the worst day, your birthday, that's when I cut you down
Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound
Get a black dickie fit, can't forget the hundred rounds
Still a murder man, told myself I'd never hurt again
Niggaz out here hoes, so I'm kickin in they do's
And nobody knows when a nigga like me be comin
Nigga stop drop and roll when a nigga like me be gunnin
Wanna live to see tomorrow? Better calm down your woman
And that shit in that plastic bag better be all hundreds
When my mask down, that mean I'm ready to blast now
Taught your ass a lesson, bet you'll learn how to act now
Get your murder on - cock it back and let it go
Bitch I represent them killers who be kickin in them do's
Get your muder on - black down from head to toe
See I tried to tell you once niggaz don't want war
Just look at life from my point of view, run where I call home
Feel what a gun do and I'll bet you {?}
Wonder why my mind strong livin the life
When niggaz really don't live long playin me sheist
See I'm goin all out, like straight hoes to dykes
Switchin the game around like Reeboks from Nikes
Stayin in my black dickies, t-shirts all white
Thugged out, what it's all about, all right
Let's just shoot it out now, we can do it all night
It don't matter, the 50 caliber gon' bite
Watch 'em scatter, the loud sound got 'em all fright
Get the cheddar, then let them cowards hear the dual pipes
When we bite, we fight like pits on red meat
Is this life the shit nigga? Yes it fuckin be
Freaks take a glimpse, they scream Buck's the shit
Now fiend for the dick, as I lean in the 6
Back in my 'llac the auto fo'-fo's and Optimos
Kickin in do's on the one stressin {?}
Let me get that out you hoes, me and my snub nose
Bonnie and Clyde, when we ride, both of us have open eyes
Realized I'm a young nigga, puttin it fuckin down
Never goin to sleep without a hundred fuckin miles
Layin it down, my name is known throughout town
Yeah!!! Get 'em Buck!!!
OK! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it
I got 'em like HEY! Got 'em rollin
The kush on the way and the champagne frozen
Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open
I'm ridin presidential like the shit that I'm smokin
Water wih' the work, Petrom on my shirt
And a zip ain't shit I need a quarter P of Purp
'Gon break it down, pass it all around
I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
Them dope boys in this bitch like, let me buy that
Broke niggas in this bitch like, let me try that
I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow
Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though
Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go
Can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know
Haters tryin to ban a nigga mayne (It's OK!)
I bounce back watch me do my thang (It's OK!)
I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane (It's OK!)
I'm a boss I can make it rain (It's OK!)
Now get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Let's play the game I'm the quarterback, don't stop homey
I go to jail if I get sacked, so block for me
Eightball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin
Got the whole club leanin wit' it, and body rockin
Drunk drivin in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked
Seventy Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?!
I'm home boy, holla at ya homeboy
Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy
First come first serve, fuck what ya heard
I'm piecin out my pack till I come up on a bird
Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin on these hoes
They know me at the bank love me at the jewelry stores
I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors
On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes
These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go
(I bet he got a vest) No but I got my tech though
Haters tryin to ban a nigga mayne (It's OK!)
I bounce back watch me do my thang (It's OK!)
I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane (It's OK!)
I'm a boss I can make it rain (It's OK!)
Now get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Yeah you know what it is, how we do the damn thang down here
Nigga what you workin with?
Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club, throwin ya rent money, be broke in the mornin
Have us laughin at ya broke ass, yeah where my dope boys at?
Yeahhh...
Whooo Whooo.. Whooo Whooo..
Haha..
Fuck Tha Police!
Think about it every time you bitches come around (yeah)
Either we runnin' or we layin' on the fuckin' ground (come on)
Just look at Chris a nigga popped and shot him in the club
They called the ambulance and y'all dan't even show up (bang)
Oh let me tell you about La Ricky when he took his bullets (ok)
You want the trigger man, y'all was the ones that pull it (oh)
Thats why we represent them niggaz like Larry Davis
Before he let you cowards kill him, he just aimed and sprayed it (come on)
Now what you wan' do (whooo whooo), bitch I got a gun too (whooo, whooo)
We gon' keep on sendin' shots (whooo, whooo), everytime y'all come through (whooo, whooo)
Got the nerve to tell him nigga put his hands up
And beat him to the ground (yeah), when they put the boy in handcuffs
Fuck, Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves
Even if I beat to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no motherfuckin' help!
And to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what)
We dont need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
We used to play cops and robbers as a little kid (come on)
Whoever was the pigs we would go and split his wig (haha)
And as the years passed, niggaz only got worse
Jumped in to the game, shit, gotta protect our turf (what up nigga)
We had enough of gettin' handcuffed and pulled over
We started tryin' knock they heads off they fuckin' shoulders (boom)
Now where my soliders at, get ready for combat
Im livin' like them niggaz that dunn went to Vietnam, hey (G-Unit!)
So if you try to lock me up for smokin' my weed (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo)
The whole force of police, is what they gon' need (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo)
One of a kind, I'm the last of a dying breed
Even the one that was before me, he was sayin'..
Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves
Even if I beat to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no motherfuckin' help!
And to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what)
We dont need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
When I'm in New York, I'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)
When I'm in Tennessee, I'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)
Aiyyo you niggaz done ate long enough
G-UNIT! OHH!
AYYY, I'm the clean up man!
It ain't too many niggaz that can do it like I can
When them records ain't sellin and the stitches start tellin
Motherfucker they yellin - GET 'EM BUCK!!
Grindin grindin, I can make it happen
Cause I'm - grindin grindin, I ain't only rappin
Man I'm - grindin grindin, you know who to call
I be - grindin grindin, this is for my dawgs
What's goin on with the Unit these days? (let 'em know)
Well I'ma tell you e'rybody gettin paid
And I hear you niggaz talkin, prayin on our downfall
Took a couple losses, still we some outlaws
Ya bitch still lovin my swag
We let you niggaz eat, why the fuck is you mad?
I never left the streets, I really ran to 'em
And since I know they watchin me I let my man do 'em
Money, a house and a bad bitch
Way 'fore the rap game man I had this (niggaz know)
You don't know about bein broke
Standin on the block sellin fiends soap
Holla at me
Let's sip the 'gnac for a minute
Shawty you feelin this then put your back in it (hey!)
I'm back in it in an all-black fitted
in an all-black tinted-up drop top Bentley
Like - AYYY! You know what it is (yeah!)
I got my own jewelry baby, this ain't none of his (okay!)
Just holla when you NEED ME
Show a nigga love when you SEE ME
I can carry the weight, 50 just put it on my shoulders
G-Unit is the gang, I'm a motherfuckin soldier
They thought it was over, he let me out the cage (hey!)
So now they got me standin on this goddamn stage, like
Before I leave let me put this on your brain
If rap stop today, I still do my thang
I bought a Benz way before I bought me a chain
Took my momma out the Bricks and bought a car in her name
Paid my nigga Head bond just to get him on the streets
Hope if I get locked up niggaz do it for me
Keep the project lights on, payin e'rybody bills
All my homies dead, I'm takin care of e'rybody kids
And I got this, you can count on me
to come through, when the home team down by three
I'm gon' shoot, and even if a nigga did miss
I bet you next quarter I'll be back in this bitch, like
Yeah, y'know niggaz out there
Nah nah, hold on
Y'know SOME niggaz out there
Mighta thought the Unit was over or some shit
You niggaz is losin your fuckin minds man, ha ha
Aiyyo man I got this shit right now, ya mean?
Get the FUCK out my lane, yeah
Y'know, that's why that nigga 50
That's why he got his feet kicked up right now
Ha ha, Sha Money I got you nigga
Straight up, so, oh yo
I'm expectin to be at the AWARDS this year!
Dis for all dem niggaz out dere jackin
This how we gon' put it down
Dem gangsta niggaz from J.C. center court 12th
3rd Avenue, my block
Nigga, murder murder mayne
I come nake faceded, ain't no need for a ski-mask
From neck down, I'm black down, eye to eye when I blast
No question, I got the code
Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload
Hit 'em below
His fuckin knees
Before we leave, we gon' locate them ki's
A nigga gotta eat, ya heard me?
You know the player when we get there, kill e'rything in there
Leavin no clues, like we never even been there
Life ain't fair, but fuck it it's a new year
I'm grabbin my strap, cockin it back, and boo-yaa
We almost thay-urr
Lock down the spot
Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot
One of them all day killers, who's hard to spot
Jackin all y'all whether it's dark or not
It's blood in - blood out - and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin high - nigga I'm ridin high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin it big
Cause I'm clearin the block - oh I'm clearin the block
We did our job, now we on the next mission
The next victim, go on see if the tec spittin
No bullshittin, see they don't know just how we livin
I'm goin all out, I ain't scared to go to prison
Make your own decision, it's gon' be a long ride
I need the money, I can't wait a long time
Keep a strong mind, cause we done waited in a long line
Just to get our shine on, now it's our time
Believe that, it's our turn
Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned
We all must learn, that money is the key to life
And niggaz gon' die if we ain't eatin right
Who you know livin right, ain't nobody spreadin love
Niggaz snown off that white, goin out and sheddin blood
Life lookin like my momma said it would
Whether or not I still ride for the hood, I'm on my block
My niggaz they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops
From J.C. the center court life's hard knocks
Hold on, grab your glock, did you see the car stop?
(Which one?) The black Benz with the top dropped
Fuck 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot
Represent how I'm livin, keep on drivin down the block
Oh it's on now, let's take the back route
Get your mac out, it's blood in blood out
Clear the block, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Nuttin but gangsta niggaz - be clearin the block
Walk Through A Nigga Block, 2 Glocks, 2 Tecks, 2 2-3's
Give A Nigga What He Really Want, When Bitch Niggas Don't Want Beef
Bitch Niggas Don't Know Me, Wait Till A Nigga Get In Range
Hate When A Nigga Wanna Run His Mouth, And Live His Life In Pain
We Ain't Even Used To This, Talk And Where The Gun Shots At?
Loose Lips Sank Ships, Ya'll Niggas Didn't Even Pop Back
Oh Lord, I Swore, If Any Muthafucka Holla My Name
Im Raw, Spelled Backwards, That's What I'm Gon' Bring
Banks, What A Nigga Think?, We Ain't Got Guns
No Troops, Everything Bulletproof, Sniper's Layin' Down On The Roof
Stash Box In The Coupe Nigga, I'm Tellin' You The Truth Nigga
Raise Them Lil Bitty Boys, All They Do Is Come Shoot Niggas
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Put A Couple Holes In A Hoe
Let A Nigga Know He 'Bout To Go
Put The Pump Right To His Throat
Bet He Won't Talk No More
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
I'm Commin', Through The Front Door, Mask On, Let's Ride
Everybody On The Muthafuckin Floor, Soon As A Nigga Get Inside
My Hood, My Click, Your Wife, My Bitch
Show A Nigga That You Really Love Him, Set Him Up To Hit A Good Lick
Cops Comin', I'm Not Runnin, If I Do Die, Don't Cry
I Haven't Planned On Stayin' Long Anyway, I Ain't Gon' Lie
Wonder Why I Still Got Bricks, Wonder Why I Still Got Clips
Cuz Ain't A Damn Thing Changed, Ever Since Young Buck Got Rich
Are Ya Ready For The Outcome, Why You Walkin 'Round Without A Gun
Shit Real, Till A Nigga Get Killed, Then You Wanna Run And Get One
Fuck That! I'm Callin' Out Names, Ja Rule, Ya'll Lose
I Don't Even Care How It Started, Fuck Me?, Fuck You!
Wait Till Yayo Get Home, We Gon' Really Get These Niggas Gone
But For Now Nigga, Hold On, Im'a Show You How To Break A Bone
Cashville, Tennekee Nigga!, We Thug You Knew It
New York, We Here, For Life, G-Unit!
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Yeahhhh, Young Buck Nigga, Cashville, Tennessee Nigga
From Your Hood To My Hood Muthafucka, New York City Nigga, Haha
Now we can't lose (fo' sho'),
Ya'll n****s wanna know what we did this is what we did n****
Extended the family wit a wire recruited a couple comrades,
I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats,
Bad ass lil' n**** wit a trash bag now I gotta confess it,
Every day arrested,
N****s wanna test this to get at the hoes,
So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold,
Bitches 17 years old round 100 kilos,
After ya'll pickin' pot out your nose with afros,
Rollin' with the big boys soakin up game,
And we'll be back seat with the cardier frames
The easier it got n**** the harder it came,
But I stayed in the game,
That's the heart in this man,
There'll be hell on earth if I stay in the game,
Talk about pickin' up dirt like the broncos plane,
Call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways,
A hatos man feel crime don't pay
All my life I visualized me handlin' mine,
And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times,
And I'm drawin' a line before I get to far behind,
Lord if I'm lyin' strike me down in the eye
All my life I visualized me handlin' mine,
And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times,
And I'm drawin' a line before I get to far behind,
Lord if I'm lyin' strike me down in the eye
The last verse I wrote, I burnin' my hand,
Cause there's only so much heat, that my hand can stand,
I'm too hot to spit that,
You not you get that,
Don't get to hight, or this glock'll click back,
I bitch smack n****s and I aint that mean,
My chopper goin do you popper look at what that did,
I'm clip flipin', pistol gripin', dippin', set trippin',
Believe me you don't wanna see me wit the 4tec spittin',
You bullshittin',
I'm just goin' live by you guys,
My whole team roll me homey, ride or die,
Ridin' high,
Sheaf and do-do like I'm in Cali,
I'm type this one for the block and blast from the alley,
I'm all wit it don't be Montana,
Extra banana,
In my state on my way down to Atlanta,
Just crossed the Tennessee line,
All my life I visualized me handlin' mine
It's all for one and one for all n****
All my life I visualized me handlin' mine,
And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times,
And I'm drawin' a line before I get to far behind,
Lord if I'm lyin' strike me down in the eye
All my life I visualized me handlin' mine,
And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times,
And I'm drawin' a line before I get to far behind,
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah)
Now even though I might trick a little
I know you love the way I work the middle
You look good in them high heels girl
You're so hood, we in our lil' world
Shoppin sprees overseas, you and me on a private flight
Got a chance to be my wife if ya ass act right
Gotta dance all night girl, you want that ice
Everythang's on me, yeah, I'm that type
Marble floors in these elevator doors
Sixteen bedrooms and all of 'em yours
Let's fuck all night, any position you like
Thick coats by the Coach, black Bentley Azure
I know sometimes a nigga might not make it home and it's
no reception, low bars, it ain't on and I
keep doin this cause you don't care
Material girl that'll always be there, ya ain't goin nowhere
Time and time I try to leave
But I just can't seem to leave yo' ass alone
Don't know why I can't let you go
And why I keep comin back for mo'
I'm sayin this – life is good
Got me up out the hood, but I'm so confused
And I don't know how much more of this
disrespect I can take from youuuuu
And ya ain't goin nowhere, how I know because I told you so
And all that cryin shit stop when I'm down below
Shit, I'm on top when you hit that O
Now get that O, that's what the fuck you came here fo'
Now move that body all around like a professional
Damn, shorty's so flexible
We can do it on the highway, I'm talkin 'bout sex to go
Now how the fuck we get to Mexico?
Yeah I bought that house, but now you talkin 'bout leavin
You don't wanna do that girl it's pleasin season
Heard your girls told you I'm fuckin up and that you need to get even
But all you need is me, you don't need them
You know the game, maintain and do ya thang
And tell them bitches worry 'bout they own man
So when they start talkin like dat dere
Tell them bitches get the fuck out your ear, cause you ain't goin nowhere
What did you dooooooooooo?
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah)
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah)
You keep tellin me I make you sick
But on some real shit, quit bitch, you love this dick
And even if she did leave because of the way I act
It be's like that, fuck it she'll be right back
You and I both know, if you and I both go
our separate ways one thing's for sho'
If you ever get the nerve to pack your shit and walk up out that do'
You ain't never comin back no mo'
Our Father who art in Heaven
Hallowed Thy be Thy name, Thy kingdom come
All our G's would've been gone, would've been done
If it wouldn't for thug holiday
In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal
Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill
And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell
There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills
I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding
See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed
And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers
Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers
I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing
Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga
My first words was curse words
Shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid
And I was raised by pimp, hoes and mobsters
Taught the game by dope boys and robbers
I ran the streets with goons, I broke the rules with fools
I used to take my motherfucking tool to school
See I been thuggin' all my life, trying to live right
You ain't even gotta ask
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs
What you know about that
You already know straight up, you already know straight up
You already know straight up
You already know straight up, straight up, straight up
These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me
Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie
Got me running from them rookies and poppin' at the seargent
Tried to tell 'em not to push me now look what you done started
And you got these rap artists that's beefing on these songs
But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone
I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing
Ten G's will get you killed, your family will die for twenty grand
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a Cuban
You damn right I know they mad, 'cuz half of em' losing
I slip a another clip into my A.K.
Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae
See the Chevy got a stash spot, I can fit a hundred
In the back and just mash out hope I make it home
If they catch me then I'm gone so we put it on the line
Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle 'til you shine
See I been thuggin' all my life, trying to live right
You ain't even gotta ask
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs
What you know about that
You already know straight up, you already know straight up
You already know straight up
You already know straight up, straight up, straight up
My blood line is a level above the thug line
And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man
See I, I run off oil and I breathe off chronic
I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic
I travel through time with a military mind
Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine
And don't be mad at the [Incomprehensible]
They ain't the one who trying to attack us
It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers
Y'all better lower your weapons before my niggaz get to steppin'
'Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion
Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians
Rebellion on your ass for the shit you did to us in the past
See y'all those things and even arrested fiends
It took you fifteen years to close the ave
It's going to be twenty more before they close the [Incomprehensible]
Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at
Now where my D Boy big gun toters at
See I been thuggin' all my life, trying to live right
You ain't even gotta ask
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs
What you know about that
You already know straight up, you already know straight up
You already know straight up
I need err'body!
To put the lighters in the air!
Light it up!
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass
Now err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'thang
Candy painted, 26's, my chevy clean
I crack my window, so i can air out that sticky green
Bangin' that ol' school, i'm in a ol' school
I blow my horn back, even tho i don't kno you
Coastin' smokin' wit the sun roof open
Me and spider loc'n
Hennessey and high dro, niggas kno how i roll
That's why when ya see me on t.v. it look like my eyes close
Let's go
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'thang
Crumple up the kush, let's paint this picture purple
And shawty watch out how you be hittin' that, that shit'll hurt you
We gotta puff, puff pass, the blunt must last
I put in my half, so don't touch my grass
The weed man love me, he don't never charge me
I shot the sheriff, like the legend bob marley
Lighters in the air, i brought enough to share
I gotta question for ya, who the tightest up in here
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'thang
Now okay if god made pot, and man made piff
Then who the fuck you people trustin' up in here
See i smoke one when i wake up, i smoke to go to sleep
All the true weed smokers, they gotta smoke before they eat
Just stay focused, and we gon smoke this
Yea we got pounds, but we still hit the roaches
Put it in the air, remember that i brought enough to share
I gotta question for ya, who the tightest up in here
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'thang
It's on (it's on) (it's on) (it's on) (it's on) (it's on)
Gimme that kush man
Woah oh oh (woah oh oh) (woah oh oh)
Hey! give me that fiy-a (fiy-aaa) (fiy-aaaaaa)
Hey! gimme that woah
Gimme (gimme) (gimme) (gimme) (gimme)
Burnnin' (burnnin') (burnnin')
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass
Yeah man is like I don't been trough so much man
I don't see so much shit out here man
All this material shit man this shit don't mean shit to me man
You know its like I done did so much man I ain't got no shit to show for it man
Fuck The World man, naw Buck the world, yeah Buck the world I like that, yeeaah
Everybody trying to KILL me
I don't have no friends
I'm by myself in this motherfucking Benz
Don't you TEST me, nothings going right and yeah I wanna fight
So I'm jumping in the night you gonna RESPECT me
I don't wanna talk my nerves bad and I having suicidal thoughts
Somebody WATCHING me I can feel the heat who ever in here is scared
I can hear they heart beat and they ain't no STOPPING me
I'm out of control like a nigga locked up then just got out of the hole
What they DO TO ME, put me in this game give me all this fame
And expect for me to change my fucking mind
You motherfuckers don't know me (Lets go)
You motherfuckers don't know me (Yeah)
You motherfuckers don't know me (Come on)
You motherfuckers don't know me
I am not going to jail, we gonna smoke our weed
We don't need no help, you don't wanna fuck with me
I do not tell, ya wont get enough
I'm from the neighborhood where we throw the first punch
Get out my way, I had a bad day
My brother wouldn't die if I had my AK, ya don't feel me
I am on the edge, so when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
You don't love me, You just like my car
And if I ever went broke you find another star
don't you touch me, I don't need a wife I love my lil girl but her momma needs a life
You motherfuckers don't know me (Lets go)
You motherfuckers don't know me (Yeah)
You motherfuckers don't know me (Come on)
Yeeh...
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I Come From A Small Town, Where Organised Crime Is The Rule
You Kill Nigga's Without Permission, Nigga's Gon' Kill You
We Bang The Rags Too, Red And Blue, That Shit Aint Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn, You're Gettin Robbed At
We All Targets Standin Out On The Street Corner
Thats Why You See The Lil' Kids With The Heat On 'Em
Police Pull Up, Hop Out When They Can't Catch Us
They Never Even Get A Change To Say "Drop Your Weapons"
Liquor Stores Never Close, The Whole Hood High
Niggas Know When Its "Roll", The Whole Hood Ride
We On That Bishop And Jude Shit
I'll Put This 4-5 In Your Mouth Like A Toothpick (You Bitch)
The South Ain't Safe No Mo', So Get A Gun
And Pray To God That U Make It To See 21
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
You Gon' Make Me Crawl Through Your Backyard, And Cut Off Your Lightswitch
Kick In Your Back Door, And Take All That White Shit
Niggas Know What To Do When Im Around
Go Put Ya' Pack Up, And Pick Up Ya' 4 Pound, It's Bout To Go Down
Buck Back On That Bullshit, He Even Got His Baby Momma Walkin With A Full Clip
Fucked A Couple R&B; Hoes, But Now It's Back To The Hoodrats
They Lick A Nigga Dick And Know Where That Good At
Money Don't Make A Nigga Change
It's Just The Niggas That Ain't Neva' Had Nuthin Start Doin Strange Thangs
They Say I Must Like Beef, Cuz 50 Got 50 Enemies
But If They Fight Him, They Gotta Fight Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's Wherever, Whenever, Whatever You Wanna Do (Nigga)
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left
Im'a Soldier, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left
Yeahhhhhhhhh!!! Poetry in motion man one take daddy
This is how we do it in person man
Ladies and gentleman!!! You are tuned into the very best
Jazze Phenzel Washingtonzel, Jazze Pha that is for all you numbskulls
Hey! Speakin of pimpin, that's my nigga Young Buck!!!
Just hop in my ride if you want some (Come on!!!)
We can roll and get high if you want some (Yeah!!!)
Got it open and wide if you want some (Hey!!!!!)
I can see in your eyes that you want some (Let's go!!!!) I know you want me shorty
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me shorty
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me shorty
These hoes out here want me, let's get it wet
Niggaz old ladies wanna fuck me, you should see the shit
I'm nothin like them other thugs, that eat it quick
Too many niggaz in the club, I need a bitch
We park right up in the front, you see the six
I blew some smoke out from my blunt, and popped the cris
I gotta find me a model, I like 'em thick
I make her pop in my Impala, go take a trip
Clean up my shoe and pop my collar, I'm rich bitch
Oh what you never seen a baller, well this is it
I make that pussy feel good, till you tell me quit
And I wont tell nobody that you let me hit, psych!!!
Just hop in my ride if you want some (Come on!!!)
We can roll and get high if you want some (Yeah!!!)
Got it open and wide if you want some (Hey!!!!!)
I can see in your eyes that you want some (Let's go!!!!) I know you want me shorty
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me shorty
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me shorty
Ok then shorty if you ready, then let's go
Let's take it from the dirty to the east and west coast
A couple shots of Petrom let's have a sex show
I got alot but baby you can be my best hoe
I see you watchin a playa she like my dress code
Rockin these Cartier's drinkin that S.O.
I know a place that we can go and get low
You with a gangsta you ain't never felt like this befo'
And if you want that pussy good, then hit the flo'
Shake thatass like you should, go get that dough
I make you love me if you let me, fo' real though
See down here we push Chevy's ridin real slow, so come on
Just hop in my ride if you want some (Come on!!!)
We can roll and get high if you want some (Yeah!!!)
Got it open and wide if you want some (Hey!!!!!)
I can see in your eyes that you want some (Let's go!!!!) I know you want me shorty
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me shorty
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me shorty
Don't get scared girl show me what you got
Show me what you got, just show me what you got
I said don't get scared girl show me what you got
Show me what you got, just show me what you got
Come on don't get scared girl show me what you got
Show me what you got, just show me what you got
I said don't get scared girl show me what you got
Show me what you got, just show me what you got
Just hop in my ride if you want some (Come on!!!)
We can roll and get high if you want some (Yeah!!!)
Got it open and wide if you want some (Hey!!!!!)
I can see in your eyes that you want some (Let's go!!!!) I know you want me shorty
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me shorty
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me
I know (I know) I know (I know) I know you want me shorty
Ladies and gentleman!!! You are tuned into the very best
Jazze Phenzel Washingtonzel! Hey we do it big man
Just pimpin why not make it? Jazze Phizzle and Young Buck, Tennessee connection
Southern Memphis meets with Cashville
We doin it real big man, big pimpin U.S.A. baby
This is Young Buck man, I mean it feels this way
What else do you expect baby, oh, oh
WOO!!!! Show me what you got, show me what you got!!!
Show me what you got yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!!
'Gon sing it boy!!! Your the beautifullest thing man!!!
You know whudd it is.. G-Uniit, SAA-OUTH!!
Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Ha..
Yeah (G'yeah), I'm tha Prince of tha 'Ville..
Ha.. All Star..
Lyrics wise, I'm tha best man, y'all already know
So dis time around I'm gon' done down my flow, man
There very few rappas dat use to git it off snow
From my mouf to y'all ears, man these niggas is ho's
Runnin' around to tha bars, sayin' how fake I am
Then ya see me in tha streets and ya shakin' my hand (Whuddup Stunna?)
Then you pull off in ya ride and ya playin' my jam
Nigga make up ya mind, Is you a hata or fan? Damn!
Y'all niggas is actin' way to tough
Don't make me send my niggas through, make you shut df up (Shhh)
I ain't givin' in to all dat he sayd she sayd
My niggas (Taking Hits) like Buck & D-Tay
Tell me whatchu know about Star?
Pull out from tha club with ya bitch in the car!
Have they mind blown from tha shit in tha jar
And then pop anutha bottle, 'nutha twisted, nutha gone
Easy git anutha bitch, fuck it - we all rich (Fuck It!)
Shiit, if we ain't - chya babymama convinst (Ha ha)
Yeah, if he ain't, how he talk so slick
'Cause on tha low in 04, he really bought those bricks
Tha case is beat, we fuckin' wit' rap
(Pac-Man) runnin' wit' us, so they callin' him bad
He offically grind hard, so how gutta's dat
East-syde heavy hittas don't do nuthin' but Trap
Tha streets respect a nigga, 'cause I grind and ball
They say Star even gittin' love behind tha walls
Take dis mixtape money, go and buy me a coup'
Young Buck:
Young Buck Lil Flip David Banner c'mon
G-Unit In This Bitch G-Unit In This Bitch
The Dirty Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
Gold Grills Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills Shoot To Kill
You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit Welcome To The South
Working This Wood Wheel Ya'll Don't Know How Good It Feel
Just Come To Cashville Ya'll Gon See How Hood It Is
We In The Projects Cookin' Chikens In The Kitchen
We Goto Prison But Get Out And Go Back To Get In It Your Hood Ain't No Harder Than
Mine Bitch We All Thuggin'
We Fight In Clubs Hit The Parkin Lot
And Start Bustin'
I Know I'm Country I Cant Help It I'm From Tennessee I'm Throwin' Up This Hennisey
And Blowin Up My Enemies
Ya'll Niggas Remember Me?
Not Because The Bird's Tennekee
But Young Buck Been A G' I Give A Fuck Who You Be Boy
I Want In On Everything A Dime Bag
If So Come See Me For It
To Be A Star All You Need Is A Pyrex Jar
Some Soldiers And Some Baking Soda
You Can Buy That Car
Gold Grills Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills Shoot To Kill
You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit
Welcome To The South
David Banner:
I Swear On The Soul's Of Our Dead Cousin's
I Ain't Fuckin Man I'm Commin Ak 40's Bustin'
7's And Mack 11's
I Told 'Em All I Ain't No Hoe
But Niggas Don't Listen Till You Kick A Nigga
Smack Him With That Callico
I'm Tryin To Stay In Gods Plan
But I Hadta Show These Faggots That Your Fuckin With A Man Ya Bitch!
I Left Them Niggas Needin'Path
And Ya'll Probly Won't Live To See This Weekend
Gotta Go Gotta Go Fuckin Mash Out
I Hit The Dro' A Lil More And Then I Pass Out
Crashin' The H2 Bitches I Hate You
Now U Keep Talkin Shit
I Kidnap And Ducktape You
Let Them Faggots Rape You
Then It's Back To Mississippi
If Ya Boys Want Revenge
Tell Them Bitches Come And Get Me
Cuz I Was Born In This Bitch To Die
I'm In Queens In Your 'Lac
With Your Bitch Gettin' High
Young Buck:
Gold Grills,Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills Shoot To Kill
You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit
Welcome To The South
Lil Flip:
I'm The King It Ain't No Mystery So Fuck Ya'll Niggas Dissin' Me
I'm Goin' Down In History I'm Leavin' With A Victory
Yo' Baby Momma Kissin' Me Talkin' 'Bout She Missin' Me
Since I'm A Star When I Hit The Door They Never Friskin' Me
Cuz I Pack A Pack A Pound Just Ask Around Like 50 "I'll Back You Down"
Run To Ya' Crib And Snach Ya' Pounds Everybody On The Ground
You Know My Niggas Hold Me Down What Goes Around Comes Around
I Represent H-Town Still Run The Underground
With Bricks On The Greyhound Spree's On My Escalade
I'm Glad I Made It Out The Game It Gotta Be A Better Way
Now We Gettin' Cheeda' Now We On Another Level
It's Clover G And G-Unit Young Buck Shut 'Em Down
Young Buck:
Gold Grills Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills Shoot To Kill You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit Welcome To The South
Gold Grills Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills Shoot To Kill You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit Welcome To The Sout
50 Cent:
Yeah I'm A Special Kinda Nigga With Mine's
I Grind I Get's Paper
You Know What I Mean?
Hahaha
I'm A Bonafide Hustler
Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine
I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine I'm A Bonafide Hustler
They Heaven's For The Church Go'ers
And Hell's For The Heathens
so Im'a Just Ball The Fuck Out
While I'm Breathin
8th After 8th What You Know About That Fast Flip?
Crack Spots Smokey Fiends
Suckin On That Glass Dick
Man Sham Stay Askin' For A Dime For Nine
I Tell You What, I Hook You Up
This One Last Time
custody's Comin', Son Is Pumpin
Watch The Packs Disolve
Save Reciedo Some Food Stamps We Stackin' It Off
Past That Joint Whats His Name Son? I Dont Remember
The Haitian Nigga With The Guitar That Sang "Gone In November"
I Do A Buck 40 In The Rain Hydro Plainin'
Now We Can Get Diablo Candy-Painted
Got That Hydro Burnin'
Got The Burner In The Stash
Hit The Hazards Hit The A.C.
Then It Come Out The Dash
If I Go In The Club Son
And Niggas Start Dumbin'
Start Shootin N' I Ain't Straped Fuck It I'm Runnin'
I'm A Bonafide Hustler
Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me I'm 'Bout My Paper It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine
I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine
I'm A Bonafide Hustler
Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me I'm 'Bout My Paper It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine
I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine I'm A Bonafide Hustler
Young Buck:
I Been Out Here For Too Long
I Deserve To Get A Bird
The Fiend's Know My Name Now
From Standin' On This Curb
I Got Blood On My Shirt And A Hand Full Of Crack
A Bunch Of Lil' Niggas With Dime Sack's In They Backpacks
Come And Get It We Got It
Take A Trip To The Projects
You See The Police
But We Gon' Sell Our Dope Regardless
Niggas Know Me
From Fillin Up Ya' Heroine Needles
I'm Connected With Them People Who Don't Speak No English
We Ain't Scared Of The Road
We Just Get It And Go
When You See Them Tennessee Tags Nigga
You Already Know
I Don't Trust No Hoes
Thats How 'T Got Pop'd
He Told The Bitch Where His Stash Was
He Told It To The Cops
Me And Preist Had The Streets On Lock
He'd Break Down The Blocks
I'd Open Up Shop 'Round The Clock
And I Ain't Gon' Stop
So Soon As You Come Home From The Pen
We At It Again We Gettin' It For 10
My Nigga
50 Cent:
I'm A Bonafide Hustler
Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me I'm 'Bout My Paper It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine
I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine
I'm A Bonafide Hustler Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me I'm 'Bout My Paper It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine I'm A Bonafide Hustler
Tony Yayo:
Now I'm Headed Down South And That's My Word
I'm On A Greyhound 'Bout To Move These Birds
And If These Niggas Don't Let Me Sling
I'm Out There Robbin' Everything
Got A Brand New Mack And A P-89
Yeah He's A Hustler Man I Stay On The Grind
9 Grams Of Heroine 100 Grams Of Coke
12 O's Of Mushrooms 2 Pounds Of Smoke
3 Gal's Of Dust Juice And A Tank Of L.S.D.
And A 1000 Pills Of Every Kind Of Exstacy
Hash, Ha-sheesh I Bought A '62
When I Was Younger With My Crew
I Had Them Niggas Sniffin Glue
It's 40 Cinnagrams To Them Trucka's And Bammer's
And I Can Chef Up A Miricle With Arm & Hammer
I'm A Hustler Man I Supply The Fiends
I'm A Hustler Nigga I'll Sell You A Dream
50 Cent:
I'm A Bonafide Hustler
Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine
I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine
I'm A Bonafide Hustler
Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine
I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine I'm A Bonafide Hustler
Young Buck: G-Unit!!!
Stat Quo: GMM Nigga
Young Buck: Shady/Aftermath In This Bitch...Ooh Young Buck Stat Quo
Stat Quo: Ya Understand Me Nigga?
Young Buck: Aye Nigga They Say We The New Kings Of The South
Stat Quo: They Say That
Young Buck: ATL To Cashville...DAMN!
Young Buck:
I've Been Patiently Waitin' To Blow
But Still On The Block With The K And The Coke
See The Mexican's Love Me They Tell Me Keep On Doin It Homes
They Never Seen A Nigga Go Get It And Bring It Back Home
I Don't Want Out Of Them Zones I Want The Whole Thing G-Unit!!!
We Done Started Our Own Game We Ain't Playin' No Games
Duck Tape 'Em And Take 'Em To The Hood
Don't Get No Blood On My Leather And Wood
Make It Look Good For The Block
I Be Puttin In My Work Handlin' My Business
I Been On My Knees Askin' My Homeboys Who Did This?
So Fuck That! That's Why I Bust Back
Spit My Bars Get Off Tour Then Go And Cook Crack
Look At Me Now Bitch You Don't Know How Rich
Lloyd Banks Yayo 50 Cent Game Nigga
Or I'll Get
Solute A Soldier When You See Me
And I Ain't One Of Those Niggas Out Here Stuntin' For T.V.
I Gotta Keep It Gangsta
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work
And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt Now All My Real Niggas Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah) Walk With Me (Yeah) C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work
And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt Now All My Real Niggas Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah) Walk With Me (Yeah) C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Stat Quo:
Yeah The Bigger The Cap The Bigger The Peelin'
Wont Stop Till He Busts His Kneel In
My Cats Conceilin'
Bad Bitches I'm Drillin He's Sittin On Millions Fuck What You Feelin, Violate My
Space Bare Witness The Killin'
Stat'll Dog For A Dollar Cuz He Known To Finish
My Account Resembles Spandex How They Stretch
Faggots Play Like A Razor Step When The Ak's And Teck's Show Up
They So Quick To Hoe Up But Hold Up
When The Clamp Has Appeared They Show Up
Sayin That Snitch Song Shit You Lil' Puss Ass Bitch
Beg Tanya Lita How She Get Ya Ass Whiped
Why Hustle At All When You Hustle Backwards
Mo' Money I Get Mo' Niggas Be Hatin'
I Light Fire To Ya Ass They Be Callin' Ya Satan
GMM My Organization My Obligation Is To Spit That Shit
'Cuz The Streets Is Waitin' Yah
Young Buck:
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work
And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt Now All My Real Niggas
Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah) Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work
And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt Now All My Real Niggas Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah) Walk With Me (Yeah) C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Young Buck:
I'm Showin' No Love To These Cowards
I Don't Give A Fuck
Shady/Aftermath/G-Unit We'll Hit You Up
Country As I Wanna Be But Gangsta As They Come
Loose Lips Sank Ships Snitches Die Where I'm From
Get Ya Gun Off Safety If Ya Plan On Livin'
Don't Make Me Cock It And Pop It
I'll Knock Your Head Off With It
Yeah I've Said I've Did It 'Cuz I Did
And I'm Doin It
Done Came Too Far To Let You Bitch Niggas Ruin It
Stat Quo:
Yeah Every Word I Utter Is Simply Octaine
I Keeps It Gunnin' And Ya Boy's The Boss May'ne
The Main Thing Keep The Main Thing The Main Thing
Stack Cheese Grip Grain Spit Hotter Than Hot Wing
Niggas Claimin' They Hard We Know You Square
Try To Creep Gun's Like Ties I Keep A Spare
Save Them Games For The Arcade
Ain't No Scare
And We Prepared For Problems
'Cuz We Right Here (Yeah)
Young Buck:
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work
And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt Now All My Real Niggas Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah) Walk With Me (Yeah) C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work
And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt Now All My Real Niggas Walk With Me (Yeah) Just Walk With Me (Yeah)
Walk With Me (Yeah) C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Young Buck & Stat Quo:
How Ya'll See's That?
ATL Shorty
Understand Me Nigga....Cashville Bitch
G-Unit!!! Nigga
GMM's My Muthafuckin Squad Nigga
Shady Aftermath Nigga!
They Be Cuttin' Them Mo' Fuckin Checks Now
I Ride Big Nigga I Got My Thang Danglin Nigga
And I Gotta Big Thang Out My Balls
Ya Understand Me
Dre And Em'll Feel Ya Man They Gotta Love Niggas
Hello? Whats Up Who Is This?
Yo Nigga This Murda Rich
Whats Up Nigga?
Whats Up With You My Nigga?
Check This Out
Some Shit Done Popped Of Right?
Yeah
I Need You And 'Tay To Go Handle It
Aight
I Got Like A Hundred Sittin On This Nigga's Fat
Bring It Back To Me On A Plate
That's Whats Up
Aight
Young Buck:
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand
And Catch Me If You Can
D-Tay:
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him
Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin'
To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
Young Buck:
We Takin' Hits
I'm Not Stopin' Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand
And Catch Me If You Can
D-Tay:
Pointe Him Out And I'll Pop Him
Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin'
To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
We Takin' Hits
Young Buck:
It's Gon' Cost But We Gon' Get Him Gone Take His Life Away
2 A.K's, We Gon' Send Him Home
This Is How We Livin' From The Projects To The Prisons
So Don't Be To Comfortible
Bitch 'Cuz You Can Be A Victim
Get 'Em Buck, Hit 'Em Up Ambulance Pick 'Em Up
Should've Duck'd Got Killed
Nigga Wasn't Quik Enough
Shit Is Real I Ain't Here For No Bullshit I'm Here With A Full Clip
Now Lemme Show You Niggas What You'll Get (Get 'Em Tay)
D-Tay:
They Never Seen A Mad Man Come And Dump Up On These Fools
Get The 4-5 Cocked Back Gunnin' At You Dudes
Black Down Thuged Out And Masked To Match
I'm Not Doin' It Cuz Theme Pussy Niggas Bastards Cap
Who Want That? You Want That I Don't Think You Do
Like I Gun The Bloody Down Shit I Gun You Too
I'm Like 50 I Don't Care If Its Platinum Or White Gold
Soon As I Cock It Back Gimme That Ice Hoe (Yeeh)
Young Buck:
I'm Not Stopin' Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand
And Catch Me If You Can
D-Tay:
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him
Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin'
To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
Young Buck:
We Takin' Hits
'm Not Stopin' Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand
And Catch Me If You Can
D-Tay:
Pointe Him Out And I'll Pop Him
Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin'
To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
We Takin' Hits
Hello?
Yo Buck Murder Rich Nigga
What's Up Nigga?
Man I'm Tryin To See Whats Up With That Business Nigga
Hey Man We F'nd To Bust This Niggas Head I'm'a Hit You Back Aight?
Young Buck:
Hey There He Go He Don't Know That We Behind Him
So Go Pull Up Beside Him
And Lemme Put This 9 In Him
You Ever Seen The 30-30 With The Scope On It?
A Bunch Of Niggas Smokin Weed
That Got Dope On It
And We Don't Leave No Evidence
Or No Finger Prints
Follow Certain Elements
Cuz Niggas Goto Jail For This
They Say I'm Heaven Sent
I Think I'm Hell Bound
Cuz I'm Addicted To The Way A 12 Gauge Sound
D-Tay:
I Keep The Dough In
Swing The Chopper And The Pit-Bull Shit
If He Run He Ain't Gettin One
Get A Clip Full Of It
Thats For Movin Must Have Been Some Confusion When I Came In
Told You Lay The Fuck Down
Or Else These Bullets Cave In
Must Thought I Was Playin
Im'a Let You Know When I Shoot That 4
How It Go When A Gangster Roll Murder Man Blood Bath, What'd You Take It For
I Ain't Playin' Games
Ain't Nuthing Gon' Ever Change
Murder Put Money On Your Head
Gimme His Brain Muthafucka!
Young Buck:
I'm Not Stopin' Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand
And Catch Me If You Can
D-Tay:
Pointe Him Out And I'll Pop Him
Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin'
To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
Young Buck:
We Takin' Hits
'm Not Stopin' Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand
And Catch Me If You Can
D-Tay:
Pointe Him Out And I'll Pop Him
Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin'
To Put The Bitch In A Coffin
We Takin' Hits
Young Buck:
Uh Ohhhhh Young Buck T.I. Ludacris
Dirty South Yeahhh
I Hear Him Talkin' But He 'Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk
Im'a Make 'Em Stomp
We Ain't Playin' Wanna Front
You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys
Do And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss?
Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss?
Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss?
Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss?
Lemme Break Him Off
I'm Caddillac'n Through The Hood
Sittin' On 24's
T.V's Playin Rim's Spinin Blowin' Plenty Dro
Don't Have To Mention When You Pimpin
You Get Plenty Hoes
It's All On You If You Gon' Trick
Or You Gon' Get Yo' Dough
I Know I Got These Haters Mad I Can Love That
When You Got Love For The Streets
They Give Ya' Love Back
Look In My Eyes You Can Tell I Ain't Never Scared
Poppin' Them Thangs
I'm Rockin My Chain Anywhere
If You Gon' Represent Your Hood
What You Waitin On?
Security Better Back Up
When They Play This Song
And We 'Bout 50 Strong
Please Don't Make Us Do You Wrong
My Click Of Gorilla's
They Got They G-Unit's On
All Of That Mean Muggin' Really Don't Mean Nuthing
C'mon Take It Outside Lemme See Sumthin
Wha-Wha-Wha-What Now?
Don't Get Bu-Bu-Bu-Buck'd Down
Stop All This Hatin' Or This Club Gon' Get Shu-Shut Down
Now Where You From? Who The Boss?
Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss?
Lemme Break Him Off
I Hear Him Talkin' But He 'Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch I Get The Club Crunk
Im'a Make 'Em Stomp
We Ain't Playin' Wanna Front
You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys
Do And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss?
Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss?
Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss?
Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss?
Lemme Break Him Off
T.I.:
Aye A 100 Karots On The Chest
I'm So True To This
Task Force Got My Vest I Got A New Bitch
Fans Hate And Talk Shit But I'm Too Legit
A Million Dollars At A Time Till Im Super Rich
Pimp Squad, G-Unit Fuck Who You Get
Ask Your Neice's And Nephew's I'm The Shit
Real Niggas See The Diffrence Between You And This
Me Gettin Beat Down? Thats Ludacris
My Name Rang From The Streets
And Slang In My Caddyville
Nigga Are You Gettin It Rodney Dangerfield?
No Respect Im'a Bet You Can Bet That
I Caught Some Cases But It's Just A Minor Set Back
And If I Have To Do Some Time
I'll Be Right Back
With Some Thighs
And Some Tri's And A Six Pack
We Hit The Door Watch All The Pussy Nigga Get Back
They Know We Can Do It Like The Road
But You Ain't With That
You Know Who Make That Track Bump
Like To Keep It Crunk
It's Chopper's Hit Ya Ass
You'll With Ya Got Your Ass Stomp'd
Young Buck:
I Hear Him Talkin' But He 'Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch I Get The Club Crunk Im'a Make 'Em Stomp
We Ain't Playin' Wanna Front
You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys
Do And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss?
Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss?
Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss?
Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss?
Lemme Break Him Off
Ludacris:
Muthafucka, I'm A Monster In This Game Similar To The Lachness
My Rhymes Is Nappy Rooted
Sum Verces Gotta Process
The Truth In This Booth
Ain't No Doubt When I'm Rappin'
If I Say It, I've Eather Done It
Or It's 'Bout To Happen
When I Pull Up In The Louis Truck On 26's People Dumb Out
If Lifes A Crack Game
I'm Rollin' 7's On The Come Out
These Rapper's Think I'm Ig-nent
Love Sayin' My Name
Cuz Maintainin My Fish Tank
And They House, Cost The Same
Ask Me, I'd Say I Made It
And It Sure Wasn't Luck
Cuz Hustler's Relate To Me
And Some Are Younger Than Buck
You See I'm Married To My Music
But We Got A Prenupt
So If That Bitch Don't Act Right
I'm Still Gettin My Cut
My Deals Never Get Screwed
My Contracts Practice Abstinence
I'm Masterin This Program
Hazin' These Undergraduates
So, Pimpin' Be Easy Quit Catchin' Feelings
Cuz You Worth A Couple Hundred Grand
And I'm Worth Millions
Nobodys Thinkin' About You
Plus Your Beats Ain't Legit
So Please Stay Off The T.I.P. Of My Dick
Young Buck:
I Hear Him Talkin'
But He 'Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch I Get The Club Crunk
Im'a Make 'Em Stomp
We Ain't Playin' Wanna Front
You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys
Do And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss?
Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss?
Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss
Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss?
Lemme Break Him Off
Straight Outta Cashville
Young Buck:
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
Cuz I Cock My Shit And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
Cuz I Cock My Shit And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same Niggas Wouldn't Offer To Give Me Shit
Niggas Hate You When You Rich But Love When You Broke
I Never Knew I Had So Many Enemies Before
My Arm's Is Open To Anyone Who Want Beef
I Promise Ya'll I Won't Sleep Till Ya'll Layin 6 Ft.
G-Unit That's What It Is That's What It's Gon' Be
Benzino Or The Source Can't Hold Me
I Been Heavensent To Put A End To This Nonsence
The Handle Of This 4-5'll Make Him Unconscious
Most Of These Rappers Throw Bricks And Hide They Head
Come To Our Shows Then Hide Behind They Man, They Homie I Understand I'm A Target
I'm On Top
But Understand If You Start It I'm Gon' Pop
I'm Not And Artist Buck Is A Street Pharmast
One Of The Smartest That Gon' Get Money Regardless
Young Buck:
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
Cuz I Cock My Shit And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
Cuz I Cock My Shit And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Lloyd Banks:
My Eyes Low Hydro Leakin' Out That Tahoe
I Know G-Unit's Them Niggas Im'a Ride Fo'
Nah Hoe I Ain't Stuntin'
Nuthing That These Niggas Say
Fuck The Rap I Can Get Ya' Monkey Ass Good Today
Ain't Nobody Picked Me Up
When I Was Pinned Down
I'm Double Checkin
'For I Leave Outta My Crib Now
Holdin That 40 On Me Sunk In The Seat
Cuz Niggas Feel Comfortable When They Get In Drunk With The Heat
I'm Ridin' While Ya Dirty
Cuz They Gunnin For My Top
I Ain't Duckin And Dodgin
I'm Only Runnin From The Cops
Spendin Grand By The Grand By Hundred On My Watch
Just Got Another Buddy
And It Holds A 100 Shots
I Never Had A Role Model Cuz He Was In A Box
So I'm Up In The Club With Eather
A Heater Or A House
Everyday There's Another Nigga Bleedin On The Block
But We Ridin' With Them Burners On
Even When It's Hot
Young Buck:
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
Cuz I Cock My Shit And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
You See These Niggas Get Out The Pen
And Think It's Good
Go Get A Pack And Come Right Back
To The Same Hood
They Think These Young Niggas Gonna Post Up, And Let 'Em Get It
Ain't Been Home But 6 Months
And Got His Wig Splitted
Comitted To The Block Fuck These Niggas Fuck The Cops
Fuck These Bitches Fuck Ya' Chain
Fuck Ya' Car Fuck Ya' Watch
Ride And I Die For Mine Pop's
And I Hide The Nine
Swerving Over These White Lines
Wonderin From The One Time
Thug And I Know I Am Bird From A Half A Gram
Broke, So I Sold Dope And I'd Do It Again
Don't Blame That Nigga For Runnin Up In My House, Fool
Ain't No Food In My Daughter Mouth
I'm Goin Out Too
Just Think About What Your Doin Cuz Buddy Bullets Burn
May God Bless His Ass
That Was That Nigga's Turn
I'm Not Concerned With Your Death Threats
You Come Down Here With That Shit
And Get Left Wet
Muthafucka
Young Buck:
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
Cuz I Cock My Shit And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
Cuz I Cock My Shit And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
You Know Growin Up In The Hood
Is Gon' Do All Kinds Of Thangs Ya Heard?
Some Of Its Good Some Of Its Bad
But The Things You Go Through In Life
Make You Who You Are
Look At Me Now!
Mr. Porter:
From The Day I Was Born I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child
Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It
But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering
And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoe
Young Buck:
I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights
Fiends Don't Give A Damn
They Want Who Got The Cheap Price
I'm Trying To Get Right Get It And Go
You See People Is Dyin' Fast
And The Money Is Slow
We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store
Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star
Go Get A Glass Jar
Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie
Go Stand Out In Public
See The Work Sell's Itself
If Ya Got Enough Of It
Plenty Thugs Get Shot But See Its All In The Game
Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em
But Still I Remain
I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga
I Done Went With No Lights And No Water Nigga
And I'm Still Hood That Mean I Still Cook
Get On The Block And Go Get Mine
Like You Should
How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Suge
Suroundin' Myself With Family
So I Can Sleep Good
Mr. Porter:
From The Day I Was Born
I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child
Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It
But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering
And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
Young Buck:
I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick Thinkin How Can I Get
My Momma Out The Bricks And My Whole Click Legit
Lil Jimmy In The Fed's Its Just Me And Some Ted's
We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread
The Hot Beat Faces I Really Loved It
To Blow 50 G's And Don't Think Nothing Of It
We Show Love But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back
Whoa Kimosabi What Part Of The Game Is That?
This A Fact And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It
But Look How You Made Me
Go And Show Ya I Can Do It
I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy
Locked Up And Don't Know If They Ev'a Coming Home Boy
Time's Keep Tickin' Another Baby Is Born
Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More
You Wonder Why I Hustle
My Life's On The Line
My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin' Come On Da Now
Mr. Porter:
From The Day I Was Born
I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child
Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It
But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering
And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
Young Buck:
Now Everybody Got They Hand Out
Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out
Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now Cuz Her Man Out
But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth
No Where To Go Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks
Seems Like The Good Die Young
The Bad Get Rich Quick
Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole Nother Level
It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto
Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better
But The Bills Gotta Get Paid
That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd
Everybody Gotta Grave
We Just Waitin To Go To It
No Matter What We Do
We Still Gon' Go Through It
Some Say That I'm Heartless
And Don't Give A Damn
They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram
This Who I Am Not Who I Wanna Be
Open Up Your Eyes And See
What These Streets Have Done To Me
Mr. Porter:
From The Day I Was Born I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child
Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It
But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering
And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
Straight Outta Cashville
50 Cent:
Yeeh...
Im'a Soldier I Done Told Ya
Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust Im'a Head Busta
Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier I Done Told Ya
Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust Im'a Head Busta
Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Young Buck:
I Come From A Small Town Where Organised Crime Is The Rule
You Kill Nigga's Without Permission Nigga's Gon' Kill You
We Bang The Rags Too Red And Blue
That Shit Aint Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn You're Gettin Robbed At
We All Targets Standin Out On The Street Corner
Thats Why You See The Lil' Kids With The Heat On 'Em
Police Pull Up Hop Out When They Can't Catch Us
They Never Even Get A Change To Say "Park Your Weapons"
Liquor Stores Never Close The Whole Hood High
Niggas Know When Its "Roll"
The Whole Hood Ride
We On That Bishop And Jude Shit
I'll Put This 4-5 In Your Mouth Like A Toothpick (You Bitch)
The South Ain't Safe No Mo' So Get A Gun
And Pray To God That U Make It To See 21
50 Cent:
Im'a Soldier,I Done Told Ya
Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust Im'a Head Busta
Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier I Done Told Ya
Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust Im'a Head Busta
Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Young Buck:
You Gon' Make Me Crawl Through Your Backyard, And Cut Off Your Lightswitch
Kick In Your Back Door
And Take All That White Shit
Niggas Know What To Do When Im Around
Go Put Ya' Pack Up And Pick Up Ya' 4 Pound, It's Bout To Go Down
Buck Back On That Bullshit
He Even Got His Baby Momma Walkin With A Full Clip
Fucked A Couple R&B; Hoes
But Now It's Back To The Hoodrats
They Lick A Nigga Dick And Know Where That Good At
Money Don't Make A Nigga Change
It's Just The Niggas That Ain't Neva' Had Nuthin Start Doin Strange Thangs
They Say I Must Like Beef Cuz 50 Got 50 Enemies
But If They Fight Him They Gotta Fight Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's Wherever Whenever
Whatever You Wanna Do (Nigga)
50 Cent:
Im'a Soldier I Done Told Ya
Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust Im'a Head Busta
Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier I Done Told Ya
Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust Im'a Head Busta
Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier Left Right Left Right Left
Im'a Soldier Left Right Left Right Left
Im'a Soldier
Ladies and Gentlemen..
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
I'm in the Porche, no passenger
Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficer
See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss
Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't got caught
We don't even use scails, niggaz break off a brick
Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get
They gave big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin' wit Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat
YEAHH
Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat
That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet
Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain't even high yet
Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fly yet
Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin'
They done gave her 20 mil, well big deal pimpin'
Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin'
'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin'
Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women
In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions
Like me at 13, out in no supervision
Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin'
Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block
Keep the hatin' to yourself, 'cause that AK be on the block
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top
Let's go
1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow
Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it's gon' snow
Told y'all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so
Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O
Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True)
LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score
I turn the brick into a label, nigga I'm a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss (Haha)
Sold two million records, and half a million O's (Damn)
Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks
You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' real
Just my ears alone, iss like a quarter a mil' (That's right)
Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup)
I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin' ass
Wassup
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Wussup with it, nigga? (It's how I do things)
G-Unit South! (You know you fucked up, right?)
Aye yo, fuck tha police!!
And fuck you snitchy azz niggas!!
You know whudd it is!! (Matta a fact)
Aye yo nigga! (You know whudd?!)
Suck my dick!!
Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga (Yuh!!)
Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (Let's Goooo!!)
Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga
Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (C'monnn!)
I neva been fronted, if I got it - then I bought it
Nigga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!)
Traffican' and trappin' got me stackin' up these bucks
Nigga, I was grindin' hard when Warren Sapp was with (The Bucks) (Oooooowwhh)
Nigga, we can git it crackin', really I don't give a fuck
Call Scrap' and cherk Buck Like, "Let's go hit 'em up!"
From tha -A- to Cashville, G-Unit, G's up
And we talk to much heat to eva-eva freeze up (Holla!)
Keep a hammer on my waist, a banana on tha cake
I'm just happy to see 21 candals on tha cake
And if I'm eva down bad, it's a bandana on my face
I'll stomp bitch, I don't give a damn 'bout a case (Fuck!)
Yo.. (Aye..)
See, I don't give a fuck if he know, you know
I'll smoke-a blunt in front of tha police like it's legal (C'mon!!)
Stand on tha squad car screaming "Fuck tha people!"
Man dem niggas hear me, then can git it like we do (Yeeaaah!!)
Perp for tha low, peel fo' you roll
Gotta go and hustle, 'cause my pokets on low
Got a couplah niggas dat's gon' flip em O's
It was born in my blood, I'm gon pimp em ho's (Fo' Sho'!!)
When you see me in tha street, yeah I did it fo' tha struggle ho'
Now on my time, I'm gon' do it fo' my daughter tho
Even if I have to rob and lay a nigga on tha flo' (Aye, Aye)
You don't want no problems - just gimme what I came fo' (G-Uniit!!)
Posted up, on dis corna like whateva
My chin-chilla covas, on my G-Unit sweata (Yeah!!)
On Tuesdays and Thursdays they say tha vikes rollin'
We see 'em ride by, but we act like we don't know 'em
They know they we ain't gone, see dis is our hood (What!!)
We wear these bandanas, not 'cause they look good (Fo' Real!)
Let's do dis fo' big took it, them niggas in the pen
Tha ones dat won't neva see these fuckin' streets again (Yeaaah!!)
So fuck tha D.E.A. and fuck tha F.B.I.
We traffican' dis shit, up until tha day we die (Bu-bu-bu-buck!)
Some say I'm out my mind, I say I'm about my grind (What!!)
Dat's why when I tell 'em I bought a phantom
They know dat I ain't lyin' (Aye!!)
Niggas know whudd it is!
Straight up, on some real shiit, haha
I got public service work to do, haha
Yeahh!!!
Aye yo 50!!
Aye yo nigga!
You told me what dem {?} gon' do
Now I see watchu mean
Fuck tha police!!
Haha..
Yeah nigga, G-Unit South!!
(Intro)
Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in Cashville
They thank it's country musik mayne, mothaf**kas got money mayne!
Niggas is killin', niggas is slangin' they shit.
Niggas is livin, they gettin' it how they live
I represented it nigga (Wha. F**k these niggas)
(Verse 1 - Young Buck)
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in prison
We got 10 killings and still can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas betta listin
I'm on a mission, just me and my ammunition
When 2 clips take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself
Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still here
Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated
(Chorus - Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin')
See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
(Verse 2 - Young Buck)
The average thug nigga somehow drug dealin'
Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie Miller
While othas take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It's f**kin' teams of Mob bigga
Respect game and game don't respect you
Gon' be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't?
Plus you got bank too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu don't feel like you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and thank a nigga ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these tokens
Get a f**kin' strap and keep ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya positive bound
Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha ground
(Chorus)
(Verse 3 - Young Buck)
What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this shit
Load clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, can't run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and sell' crack, when Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya hurrd?
F**k handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
This shit hard to earn, so Im'a get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mini mayn
Don't let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, back to swingin' my sword
Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical cord
If I'm wrong sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'
(Chorus)
(Outro - Buck talkin' w/ D-Tay ad-libin')
Nigga, we thugged out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! D-Tay (And Young Buck)
Every time you see us, we thugged out!
All tha way wit it, Hell to tha back
Infra-red on our straps
Whatchu wann' do nigga? (Whatchu wann' do?)
Whatchu gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
Yeah, I'm A Special Kinda Nigga With Mine's
I Grind, I Get's My Paper, You Know What I Mean?
Hahaha
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler
They Heaven's For The Church Go'ers, And Hell's For The Heathens
so Im'a Just Ball The Fuck Out, While I'm Breathin
8th After 8th, What You Know About That Fast Flip?
Crack Spots, Smokey Fiends, Suckin On That Glass Dick
Man Sham Stay Askin' For A Dime For Nine
I Tell You What, I Hook You Up, This One Last Time
custody's Comin', Son Is Pumpin, Watch The Packs Disolve
Save Reciedo Some Food Stamps, We Stackin' It Off
Past That Joint, Whats His Name Son? I Dont Remember
The Haitian Nigga With The Guitar That Sang "Gone In November"
I Do A Buck 40 In The Rain, Hydro Plainin'
Lamborghini Diablo, Candy-Painted
Got That Hydro Burnin', Got The Burner In The Stash
Hit The Hazards, Hit The A.C., Then It Come Out The Dash
If I Go In The Club Son, And Niggas Start Dumbin'
Start Shootin N' I Ain't Straped, Fuck It, I'm Runnin'
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine,
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler
I Been Out Here For Too Long, I Deserve To Get A Bird
The Fiend's Know My Name Now, From Standin' On This Curb
I Got Blood On My Shirt, And A Hand Full Of Crack
A Bunch Of Lil' Niggas With Dime Sack's In They Backpacks
Come And Get It, We Got It, Take A Trip To The Projects
You See The Police, But We Gon' Sell Our Dope Regardless
Niggas Know Me, From Fillin Up Ya' Heroine Needles
I'm Connected With Them People Who Don't Speak No English
We Ain't Scared Of The Road, We Just Get It And Go
When You See Them Tennessee Tags Nigga, You Already Know
I Don't Trust No Hoes, Thats How 'T Got Pop'd
He Told The Bitch Where His Stash Was, She Told It To The Cops
Me And Preist Had The Streets On Lock
He'd Break Down The Blocks, I'd Open Up Shop, 'Round The Clock
And I Ain't Gon' Stop, So Soon As You Come Home From The Pen
We At It Again, We Gettin' It For 10, My Nigga
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine,
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler
Now I'm Headed Down South And That's My Word
I'm On A Greyhound, 'Bout To Move These Birds
And If These Niggas Don't Let Me Sling\
I'm Out There Robbin' Everything
Got A Brand New Mack And A P-89
Yeah He's A Hustler, Man I Stay On The Grind
9 Grams Of Heroine, 100 Grams Of Coke
12 O's Of Mushrooms, 2 Pounds Of Smoke
3 Gal's Of Dust Juice, And A Tank Of L.S.D.
And A 1000 Pills Of Every Kind Of Exstacy
Hash, Ha-sheesh, I Bought A '62
When I Was Younger With My Crew
I Had Them Niggas Sniffin Glue
It's 40 Cinnagrams, To Them Trucka's And Bammer's
And I Can Chef Up A Miricle With Arm & Hammer
I'm A Hustler, Man I Supply The Fiends
I'm A Hustler, Nigga I'll Sell You A Dream
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine,
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
G-Unit!!!
GMM Nigga
Shady/Aftermath In This Bitch...Ooh, Young Buck, Stat Quo
Ya Understand Me Nigga?
Aye Nigga, They Say We The New Kings Of The South
They Say That
ATL To Cashville...DAMN!
I've Been Patiently Waitin' To Blow
But Still On The Block With The K And The Coke
See The Mexican's Love Me, They Tell Me Keep On Doin It Homes
They Never Seen A Nigga Go Get It And Bring It Back Home
I Don't Want Out Of Them Zones, I Want The Whole Thing, G-Unit!!!
We Done Started Our Own Game, We Ain't Playin' No Games
Duck Tape 'Em And Take 'Em To The Hood
Don't Get No Blood On My Leather And Wood
Make It Look Good For The Block
I Be Puttin In My Work, Handlin' My Business
I Been On My Knees, Askin' My Homeboys Who Did This?
So Fuck That!, That's Why I Bust Back
Spit My Bars, Get Off Tour, Then Go And Cook Crack
Look At Me Now Bitch, You Don't Know How Rich
Lloyd Banks, Yayo, 50 Cent, Game Nigga, Or I'll Get
Solute A Soldier When You See Me
And I Ain't One Of Those Niggas Out Here Stuntin' For T.V.
I Gotta Keep It Gangsta
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Yeah, The Bigger The Cap, The Bigger The Peelin'
Wont Stop Till He Busts His Kneel In, My Cats Conceilin'
Bad Bitches I'm Drillin, He's Sittin On Millions
Fuck What You Feelin, Violate My Space, Bare Witness The Killin'
Stat'll Dog, For A Dollar Cuz He Known To Finish
My Account Resembles Spandex, How They Stretch
Faggots Play Like A Razor Step, When The Ak's And Teck's Show Up
They So Quick To Hoe Up, But Hold Up
When The Clamp Has Appeared They Show Up
Sayin That Snitch Song Shit, You Lil' Puss Ass Bitch
Beg Tanya Lita How She Get Ya Ass Whiped
Why Hustle At All, When You Hustle Backwards
Mo' Money I Get, Mo' Niggas Be Hatin'
I Light Fire To Ya Ass, They Be Callin' Ya Satan
GMM My Organization, My Obligation Is To Spit That Shit
'Cuz The Streets Is Waitin' , Yah
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
I'm Showin' No Love To These Cowards, I Don't Give A Fuck
Shady/Aftermath/G-Unit We'll Hit You Up
Country As I Wanna Be, But Gangsta As They Come
Loose Lips Sank Ships, Snitches Die Where I'm From
Get Ya Gun Off Safety, If Ya Plan On Livin'
Don't Make Me Cock It And Pop It, I'll Knock Your Head Off With It
Yeah I've Said I've Did It, 'Cuz I Did, And I'm Doin It
Done Came Too Far To Let You Bitch Niggas Ruin It
Yeah, Every Word I Utter, Is Simply Octaine
I Keeps It Gunnin' And Ya Boy's The Boss May'ne
The Main Thing, Keep The Main Thing, The Main Thing
Stack Cheese, Grip Grain, Spit Hotter Than Hot Wing
Niggas Claimin' They Hard, We Know You Square
Try To Creep Gun's Like Ties, I Keep A Spare
Save Them Games For The Arcade, Ain't No Scare
And We Prepared For Problems, 'Cuz We Right Here (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
How Ya'll See's That?
ATL Shorty
Understand Me, Nigga....Cashville Bitch
G-Unit!!!, Nigga
GMM's My Muthafuckin Squad, Nigga
Shady, Aftermath Nigga!
They Be Cuttin' Them Mo' Fuckin Checks Now,
I Ride Big Nigga, I Got My Thang Danglin Nigga
And I Gotta Big Thang Out My Balls, Ya Understand Me
You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,
Is Gon' Do All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?
Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,
But The Things You Go Through In Life, Make You Who You Are
Look At Me Now!
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoe
I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights
Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price
I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go
You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow
We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store
Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar
Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public
See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It
Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game
Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain
I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga
I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga
And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook
Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should
How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Suge
Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get
My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit
Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's
We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread
The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It
To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It
We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back
Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?
This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It
But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It
I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy
Locked Up And Don't Know If They Ev'a Coming Home Boy
Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born
Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More
You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line
My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
Now Everybody Got They Hand Out
Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out
Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out
But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth
No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks
Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick
Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole Nother Level
It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto
Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid
That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd
Everybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It
No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It
Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn
They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram
This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be
Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Have Done To Me
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch
The Dirty, Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Working This Wood Wheel, Ya'll Don't Know How Good It Feel
Just Come To Cashville, Ya'll Gon See How Hood It Is
We In The Projects, Cookin' Chikens In The Kitchen
We Goto Prison, But Get Out And Go Back To Get In It
Your Hood Ain't No Harder Than Mine, Bitch, We All Thuggin'
We Fight In Clubs, Hit The Parkin Lot, And Start Bustin'
I Know I'm Country, I Cant Help It I'm From Tennessee
I'm Throwin' Up This Hennisey, And Blowin Up My Enemies
Ya'll Niggas Remember Me? Not Because The Bird's Tennekee
But Young Buck Been A G', I Give A Fuck Who You Be Boy
I Want In On Everything, A Dime Bag, If So Come See Me For It
To Be A Star, All You Need Is A Pyrex Jar
Some Soldiers, And Some Baking Soda, You Can Buy That Car
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
I Swear On The Soul's Of Our Dead Cousin's
I Ain't Fuckin, Man I'm Commin Ak 40's Bustin',
7's And Mack 11's
I Told 'Em All I Ain't No Hoe
But Niggas Don't Listen Till You Kick A Nigga,
Smack Him With That Callico
I'm Tryin To Stay In Gods Plan
But I Hadta Show These Faggots That Your Fuckin With A Man, Ya Bitch!
I Left Them Niggas Needin'Path
And Ya'll Probly Won't Live To See This Weekend,
Gotta Go, Gotta Go, FUckin Mash Out
I Hit The Dro' A Lil More And Then I Pass Out
Crashin' The H2, Bitches I Hate You
Now U Keep Talkin Shit, I Kidnap And Ducktape You
Let Them Faggots Rape You
Then It's Back To Mississippi, If Ya Boys Want Revenge
Tell Them Bitches Come And Get Me
Cuz I Was Born In This Bitch To Die
I'm In Queens, In Your 'Lac, With Your Bitch, Gettin' High
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
I'm The King, It Ain't No Mystery, So Fuck Ya'll Niggas Dissin' Me
I'm Goin' Down In History, I'm Leavin' With A Victory
Yo' Baby Momma Kissin' Me, Talkin' 'Bout She Missin' Me
Since I'm A Star, When I Hit The Door, They Never Friskin' Me
Cuz I Pack A Pack A Pound, Just Ask Around, Like 50 "I'll Back You Down"
Run To Ya' Crib And Snach Ya' Pounds, Everybody On The Ground
You Know My Niggas Hold Me Down, What Goes Around Comes Around
I Represent H-Town, Still Run The Underground
With Bricks On The Greyhound, Spree's On My Escalade
I'm Glad I Made It Out The Game, It Gotta Be A Better Way
Now We Gettin' Cheeda', Now We On Another Level
It's Clover G And G-Unit, Young Buck, Shut 'Em Down
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
[Spoken:]
If you hate me after what I say
Can't put it off any longer
I just gotta tell you anyway
Bye Bye Baby Goodbye
Bye Bye Baby don't make me cry
Your the one girl in town I'd marry
Girl I'd marry you now if I were free
I wish it could be
I could love you but why begin it
Cause there ain't any future in it
She's got me and I'm not free
So Bye Bye Baby Baby Goodbye
Bye Bye Baby don't make me cry
Guess I will never know you better
Wish I knew you before I met her
Gee how good you would be for me
Should have told you that I can't linger
There's a weddin' ring on my finger
She's got me and I'm not free
So Bye Bye Baby Baby Goodbye
Bye Bye Baby don't make me cry
(feat. Hi-C, Sosa)
[Intro: Young Buck]
Its colder than muhfucka outside..
I gotta get this money though, fuck that
[Chorus: Sosa]
Row, row, row, ya boat
Slowly down the street
Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary
Come and buy yo dope from me
[Verse 1: Sosa]
I hit my first lick, musta been the seventh grade
I came up on a chunk, I bought a coat and pair of J's
And I aint feel bad about it, on the block it was the way
I had to bend the rules a bit, I was tryna eat wit snakes
Bought a pack, paid my momma light billing by the day
You jus witnessed the clubs that you dealt into the game
25 birds on the counter, shit aint changed
My Mexicans, they let me get that chickens to the thang
I smokin' sumthin exquisite ridin' tinted in the range
Diamonds lookin jus like Buck's chain and his ring
Spinnin' through the city watchin menace spillin' caine
Jada-pinkett ridin' wit me lip game insane
Mayne..
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Hi-C]
Sandwich bags of pyrexx and some cocaine
Follow me, as I take you to the dope game
I got felonies, I can't get a nine-to-five
Quarter chickens, 5 G's, now that's time for 5
I cant fuck wit homeboy, I heard he would tell
All black Geneva scales, dope under my fingernails
Hot water, abra-kadabra, ready rocks
All straight and plastic glock, candy-red Chevy drop
Flood this muthafucka, coke all on every block
Tryna be number one like the chain that Nelly got
White square blocks like a baseball field
Embrace all fielders, south, eight, paul kills
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I got my hoopdie on hub caps postin', they lookin fo 24's
They pullin niggas over, they look like they getting dough
I stop at the store, to get some zip-lock bags
Jar full of dro, I gotta get rid of that
You know what they doin folk, aint no need to ask
And if ya only buyin' one, I don't need ya cash
Homie, jus stay in ya weight class and get you a safe stash
Whip it, whip, it, whip it, whip it, nigga then break the glass
These hoes will tell on you, I'm tellin you the truth
And if a hater try to rob you I'm tellin you to shoot
(*Gunshot*)
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Puttin' Prices On My Head
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
But I Ain't Gonna Change
I Don't Play That Shit
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
These Niggas Want Me Dead
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Puttin' Prices On My Head
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
But I Ain't Gonna Change
I Don't Play That Shit
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same Niggas Wouldn't Offer To Give Me Shit
Niggas Hate You When You Rich, But Love When You Broke
I Never Knew I Had So Many Enemies Before
My Arm's Is Open To Anyone Who Want Beef
I Promise Ya'll I Won't Sleep, Till Ya'll Layin 6 Ft.
G-Unit That's What It Is, That's What It's Gon' Be
Benzino Or The Source Can't Hold Me
I Been Heavensent To Put A End To This Nonsence
The Handle Of This 4-5'll Make Him Unconscious
Most Of These Rappers, Throw Bricks, And Hide They Head
Come To Our Shows, Then Hide Behind They Man, They Homie
I Understand I'm A Target, I'm On Top
But Understand If You Start It, I'm Gon' Pop
I'm Not An Artist, Buck Is A Street Pharmast
One Of The Smartest, That Gon' Get Money Regardless
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Puttin' Prices On My Head
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
But I Ain't Gonna Change
I Don't Play That Shit
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
These Niggas Want Me Dead
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Puttin' Prices On My Head
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
But I Ain't Gonna Change
I Don't Play That Shit
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
My Eyes Low, Hydro Leakin' Out That Tahoe
I Know G-Unit's Them Niggas Im'a Ride Fo'
Nah Hoe, I Ain't Stuntin', Nuthing That These Niggas Say
Fuck The Rap, I Can Get Ya' Monkey Ass Good Today
Ain't Nobody Picked Me Up, When I Was Pinned Down
I'm Double Checkin, 'For I Leave Outta My Crib Now
Holdin That 40 On Me, Sunk In The Seat
Cuz Niggas Feel Comfortable When They Get In Drunk With The Heat
I'm Ridin' While Ya Dirty, Cuz They Gunnin For My Top
I Ain't Duckin And Dodgin, I'm Only Runnin From The Cops
Spendin Grand By The Grand By Hundred On My Watch
Just Got Another Buddy, And It Holds A 100 Shots
I Never Had A Role Model, Cuz He Was In A Box
So I'm Up In The Club With Eather, A Heater Or A House
Everyday There's Another Nigga Bleedin On The Block
But We Ridin' With Them Burners On, Even When It's Hot
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Puttin' Prices On My Head
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
But I Ain't Gonna Change
I Don't Play That Shit
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
These Niggas Want Me Dead
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Puttin' Prices On My Head
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
But I Ain't Gonna Change
I Don't Play That Shit
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
You See These Niggas Get Out The Pen, And Think It's Good
Go Get A Pack, And Come Right Back, To The Same Hood
They Think These Young Niggas Gonna Post Up, And Let 'Em Get It
Ain't Been Home But 6 Months, And Got His Wig Splitted
Comitted To The Block, Fuck These Niggas, Fuck The Cops
Fuck These Bitches, Fuck Ya' Chain, Fuck Ya' Car, Fuck Ya' Watch
Ride And I Die For Mine, Pop's, And I Hide The Nine
Swerving Over These White Lines, Wonderin From The One Time
Thug And I Know I Am, Bird From A Half A Gram
Broke, So I Sold Dope, And I'd Do It Again
Don't Blame That Nigga For Runnin Up In My House, Fool
Ain't No Food In My Daughter Mouth, I'm Goin Out Too
Just Think About What Your Doin, Cuz Buddy, Bullets Burn
May God Bless His Ass, That Was That Nigga's Turn
I'm Not Concerned With Your Death Threats
You Come Down Here With That Shit, And Get Left Wet
Muthafucka
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Puttin' Prices On My Head
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
But I Ain't Gonna Change
I Don't Play That Shit
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
These Niggas Want Me Dead
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Puttin' Prices On My Head
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
But I Ain't Gonna Change
I Don't Play That Shit
Marianne, Marianne, Marianne, Marianne
Whoa-ho-ho here I am on my knees again
I'll do anything just to make it right
Say you'll understand, oh I know you can
C'mon Marianne
No matter what people say, it didn't happen that way
She was a passing fling and not a permanent thing
Say you'll understand, oh I know you can
C'mon Marianne (baby)
C'mon Marianne (baby)
C'mon Marianne (baby)
Say you can understand
My Marianne, Marianne, Marianne, Marianne
Well now your big brown eyes are all full of tears
From the bitterness of my cheatin' years
So I hang my head, wish that I was dead
C'mon Marianne (baby)
C'mon Marianne (baby)
C'mon Marianne (baby)
Say you can understand
My Marianne (baby)
C'mon Marianne (baby)
C'mon Marianne (baby)
Marianne, Marianne, Marianne, Marianne
(Gerry Goffin and Carole King)
Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?
Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment's pleasure?
Can I believe the magic of your sighs?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I'm the only one
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning sun?
I'd like to know that your love
Is love I can be sure of
So tell me now, and I won't ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Who loves you pretty baby,
Who's gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama,
Who's always there to make it right?
Who loves you pretty baby,
Who's gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama,
Who's always there to make it right?
Who loves you,
Who loves you pretty baby?
Who's gonna love you mama?
Who loves you,
Who loves you pretty baby?
When tears are in your eyes,
And you can't find the way.
It's hard to make believe,
You're happy when you're gray.
Baby when you're feelin' like,
You'll never see the mornin' light.
Come to me,
Baby, you'll see.
Who loves you pretty baby,
Who's gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama,
Who's always there to make it?
Who loves you,
Who loves you pretty baby?
Who's gonna love you mama?
Who loves you,
Who loves you pretty baby?
And when you think,
The whole wide world has passed you by.
You keep on tryin',
But you really don't know why.
Baby when you need a smile,
To help the shadows drift away.
Come to me,
Baby, you'll see.
Who loves you pretty baby,
Who's gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama,
Who's always there to make it?
Who loves you,
Who's gonna love you, love you?
Who's gonna love you?
Who loves you,
Who's gonna love you, love you?
Who's gonna love you?
Baby,
Baby,
Doot-doo-doot.
Come to me,
Baby, you'll see.
Who loves you pretty baby,
Who's gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama,
Who's always there to make it?
Who loves you,
Who's gonna love you, love you?
Who's gonna love you?
Who loves you,
Who's gonna love you, love you?
Who's gonna love you
[Intro:]
As I ride through the city streets
Forty-five on my lap A-K on my backseat
Smokin a fat ass swisher sweet
Then I ask myself, Will I survive?
[Verse 1:]
How can I tell you Imma stop sellin bricks
That's that way man choose to pay his rent
Shit its hard to get a job gettin out the pen
Then they wonder why we right back in that bitch again
Try to peace talk, and sit down like men
But then theres always a friend that be like fuck them
So the guns bust, and the body must fall
Nothing can stop it not even Farakan balls
Its a shame tho, and what I came in the game fo
I really done slang dope, so really I'm thankful
To be in a position to make a thug listen
Aint no tellin who gon come up missin or go to prison
You can run from it, try to hide it from your peers
Let em hear bout it, before they go see what it is
I can give it to you, tell you bout what I done did
Even though Im gettin money yall this is how I live, fo real
[Chorus: x2]
Still on the block lookin for a better way
Its safe to say Im thuggin till my death day
Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
Then put in work homie, thug till ya death day
[Verse 2:]
Now everybody in the race for the first place
They gave D twenty years for his first case
We form gangs to protect our hood
If the police could lock us all up they would
But we dont trip tho, just pray to God we da picked folk
Relying on side hustles to get dope
Aint nobody rich, even if you workin with some millions
You need more money to support your cost of livin
See we dont cry in the hood no more
Aint really too much I aint seen before
Crackhead Fred said he'd kill for a nigga
When it came down to it, he did for a nigga
That don't get no realer cuz yall niggas ran
You was the only man with a gun in ya hand
Good thang that I dont trust a nigga with my life
Fill the clip with hollow tips we ridin tonight
[Chrous x2]
[Outro:]
Every neighborhood, every project, every block in the motherfuckin world
We gotta ride niggas, its us against the motherfuckin police
Aint no love, a man is only as good as his word
Death is something that comes for us all
What you scared fo? Nigga what you scared fo?
Gangsta, holla when you see me
You're cryin' now
Just like I used to cry before
(Rain, rain, rain)
Turn off the tears, girl
I don't care anymore
You can save all your lies
'Cause I've heard them all before
Tell it to the rain
And the stars that shine above
That it's me you're thinking of
And I'm your love
Forget him, love [3x]
Tell it to the rain
I gave you love, girl
And got nothing in return (rain, rain, rain)
How does it feel to feel what I had to learn
Baby, don't say you're sorry
'Cause I'm just not concerned
(Tell it baby) yeah
(Tell it baby) yeah
(Tell it baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Swearin' to god
There's no one else on earth I'd rather be
Mmmmmm, Swearin' to god
You made me see, so I believed in you
Oh, you've been fillin' my cup
Til' I'm runnin' over with joy
From you heaven sent love
Just touch me again
I'm king of all men and reigning from above
Swearin' to god (swearin' to god)
Your mistress of the world and all I am
(Don't tell the angels)
Swearin' to god (swearin' to god)
Your where I won in paradise began
No one gets me up there like you can
But girl, you know I'm only human
And I'm swearin' to god (swearin' to god)
So glad you've givin' me, you
(I was known for you, baby)
Girl ain't you glad we made it
(Made to give my heart and soul to you, baby)
I'm so very glad you gave it
(Hey, baby were together)
Try livin' on forever as long
As long as we live (as we live)
Swearin' to god (Swearin' to god)
I want to dedicate my life to loving you
(Don't tell the angels)
Well, I'm swearin' to god (swearin' to god)
I cross my heart and hope to die, Oh, I do
Just call me your one woman lover
I can't even look at another
I'm swearin' to god (swearin' to god)
So glad I'm livin'
I'm swearin' to god (swearin' to god)
For all he's givin' me
Swearin' to god (swearin' to god)
So glad he's givin' me you
Well, swearin' to god (swearin' to god)
Look what he's givin' me (swearin' to god)
More than the world can see (swearin' to god)
He's givin' me you, oh
(I love you)
(Maurice Williams)
Stay, Ahhh, Just a little bit longer.
Please, please, please, please, please tell me that you're gonna.
Now, Your Daddy don't mind,
And your Mommy don't mind
If we have another dance here: just one more,
[Falsetto:]
One, more time,
Oh, won't you stay just a little bit longer,
Please let me stay here, please say that you will.
Say you will.
Won't you place your sweet lips on mii-i-i-i-i-i-ine.
Won't you say you love me all of the tii-i-i-i-i-i-ime.
[Falsetto:]
Wo, wo wo wo wo, just a little bit longer.
Please, please, please, please, please tell me that you're gonna
(Come on, come on, come on) Stay-yay, come on, come on, come on,
stay-yay.
(Come on. come on, come on) Stay-yay, come on, come on, come on,
stay-yay.
Oh, Ahhhhhhhhhh...
(It's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way
(Betta move, it's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way
You betta move 50 feet shawti (Yuh!), let a nigga thru
If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!)
I push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! (Yeaahh)
Git out my way, we ballin' like Ayye!
I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway
Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!)
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Ain't no body goin' broke, err' body sellin' dope
Err' body gittin' money, it's some niggas tellin' no
We ain' talkin' on the phone, I don't know, I ain't certain ya
No body neva heard-a ya, you fuckin' wit' some murderas
Look at my wrist, look at my bitch
She hold a daddy down, help a nigga git rich (Yeah!)
This patron got me hot, the Phantom in the 'lot
See this pill kickin' in, and I'm standin' wit' my glock
In this bitch like Woo (Yuh!), I need some elbow room
Got me spillin' liquer at the club, go so soon
Burn this bitch up, we 'bout to +Git Buck+
Gimme the light, tell the DJ turn my shit up (It's on now)
You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru
If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!)
I push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! (Yeaahh!)
Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!)
I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway
Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!)
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Cup fun of Hennesey, my niggas call it Gasoline
Pussy niggas fill up, and say shit they don't mean
Stuntin' wit'cha real money, dat'll git'chu killed
See probly wann' this paper, my baby needs some milk
Bitch we built this city, the dope boi commited
I still got the nerds to sell it up, and come and git it
A product of the projects, my momma's only son
Made my 1st million dollas, and a new drama would come
Didn't run from it (Yuh!), I ran to it (Yuh!)
I'm not playin' bout The Unit, and my fans knew it
Now make the lane for me, 'cause I deserved this
I wonder what my enemies git when they hurr this (Let's Goo!)
Ha-ha
You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru
If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!)
I push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! (Yeaahh!)
Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!)
I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway
Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!)
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me (Aye, Aye!)
Gotta runna gramms 50, and my A.K. wit' me
If a mothafucka hit me, I'ma knock his head off!
I ain't scared non of y'all bitch, I'm runnin' from the law (Whudd!)
Put'cha trigga fingas up, if ya wann' knock they head off!
Push-a-weight, all thru the state
It's like I speed up, when they tell me "But my brakes!" (Aye!)
If I told chu what I make err' time I flip a kii
You would prolly try to take the same trip dat I did, but'chu can't (Ayye)
You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru
If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!)
I push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! (Yeaahh!)
Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!)
I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway
Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!)
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
(Bob Crewe and Bob Gaudio)
Ahhhh
Don't let your love go astray, save it for me.
Don't give your sweet kiss away, save it for me.
I know you're feelin' blue
'Cause I feel blue like you.
I'll be strong as long as you are and wait just as long as you...
Don't waste that look I adore, save it for me.
Just wait a little bit more, save it for me.
I know that you must cry,
Cry baby, so do I.
Just sit tight and leave on your light....
'Cause I'm comin' home to your arms,
Oh baby, I'm comin' home to your arms.
Ahhhhhhh, Save it for me.
Ahhhhhhh, Save it for me.
I know that you must cry,
Cry baby, so do I.
I'll be strong as you are
And wait just as long as you
Save it for me.
Save it for me
Oh, Ahhhhh...
Save it for me.
Oh, Ahhhhh...
Save it for me.
Oh, Ahhhhh...
Save it for me.
Oh, Ahhhhhh...........
I'll go on living and keep on forgiving because
You were my first love
So very warm and tender the way you loved me
Hey girl can't you remember and want more of me
Ronnie Ronnie Ronnie how can you go
Ronnie Ronnie Ronnie I am regretting but can't stop forgetting because
You were my first love
You said now you don't need me because I cheated
Why didn't you believe me when I repeated
Ronnie Ronnie Ronnie I'll never know
Ronnie Ronnie Ronnie I'll go on living and keep on forgiving because
You were my first love
I walk alone
I cry at home
Night after night
(Night after night)
Day after day
I never cheated
I still repeated
Ronnie Ronnie Ronnie I'll never know
Ronnie Ronnie Ronnie I'll go on living and keep on forgiving because
You were my first love
I'll go on living and keep on forgiving because
You were my first love
[Repeat to fade:]
I'll go on living and keep on forgiving because
You were my first love'
[Intro]
Aye yo, Whuddup! (If I should die..)
It's Cashville's own nigga!! (.. Befo' I wake)
Young Buck!!.. G-Unit!!.. (Please Lord..)
Lot of shit goin' down down here (.. My soul to take)
But I ain't goin' no where.. Holla when ya see me!
[Verse]
Tha return of tha project nigga (K'Yeah!)
A 100 bricks strong and my pockets bigga (Owhh!)
Still holdin' tha throne, it's too late to hate me
Hayell, I'm Cashville's own in a black Mercedes
TV's in dis bitch, i don't know how to turn 'em on
I just bought dis mothafucka and shipped it home
In traffic we smokin', sun-roof closed
Ho's pullin' up like 'Owh, There he go!'
Ain't no body on dat beef shiit (Nah!)
It's too many Mexicans wit' tha cheap bricks (Yeah!)
Peep dis; all ya need is a big heart
A quarta bird, dat's like givin' ya a kick start (Let's Gooo!!)
Ya done hurrd 'bout tha flex dat's tha undacovas
Rydin' round, jumpin' out, searchin' mothafuckas (Hey!!)
so we open at 9 and we close at 5 (Huh!)
Keep a nigga in a ryde, 'case I close my eyes
I won't stop 'till they kill me (Nah!)
Betta yet - 'till tha whole world feel me (Yeah!)
Lemme tell ya 'bout dis town where I come from
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key look what I done (Look nigga!!)
See me on tha map and tha public love it
Police in tha streets like 'Nawhh, fuck it'
It's me against tha government, they don't know how to take me
They done see they tape and they thank I'm crazy (Yeaaah!)
Shuttin' down my birthday bash
Well offica Calvin Hulay, you can kiss my ass!!
I'm strap on dat 5-2
You on dat racist shit and I'ma black dude (Bitch!)
Even took my licence and say they suspend it
But come to find out dat dat bitch pretended (Unhh!)
I dropped a thug rap platinum album in tha 'Ville
So somebody please tell dat coward who I is, BITCH!!
[Outro]
It's like
I'm tha 1st one, but I ain't tha only one
To holla Cashville mothafuckas..
I'm trynnah outlive my city out here nigga..
And tha fuckin' police hatin' on a nigga..
Fuck y'all!
(B. Gaudio - B. Crewe)
Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Rag doll, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
(Hand-me-down) When she was just a kid her clothes were hand-me-down
(Hand-me-down) They always laughed at her when she came into town
Called her rag doll, little rag doll
Such a pretty face should be dressed in lace
Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
(Sad rag doll) I'd change her sad rags into glad rags if I could
(If I could) My folks won't let me 'cause they say that she's no good
She's a rag doll, such a rag doll
Though I love her so, I can't let her know
Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Rag doll, ooh)
I love you just the way you are
A-ahh, ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ahh (Rag doll, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
[Intro: Young Buck] + (Young Jeezy)
6-1-5 Ca$hville we buck, yeah! (AY!)
Toomp I got you nigga! (Yeah!)
A.T.L. to Ca$hville nigga (You already know what this is, ay!)
Aiyyo Jeezy whattup nigga? (What they do nigga?)
Aiyyo it's on me tonight nigga! (Let's go)
Let's get it! (Let's go!)
[Chorus: Young Buck] + (Young Jeezy)
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho
(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga
(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga
I ain't playin 'bout my money (AY!) I hit ya ass up (ha-hahhhhh)
Leave ya right there so they can pick ya ass up, yeah
Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga)
Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga, YEAH!)
[Interlude: Young Buck]
Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do?
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do?
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
[Young Jeezy]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It's Young (Young) Jizzle (Jizzle) and the homie Buck (yeah!)
We still ridin dirty, think we givin a fuck? (nah)
Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five blocks (whoo!)
Hundred miles an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!)
And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn)
And I'm back down Atlanta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!)
So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand
You ask me what I need I tell 'em bring the whole van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh)
All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!)
I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!)
See cuz over there (whattup!) he'll kill ya ass for nuttin
C.T.E. (talk to 'em nigga!) and muh'fucker we buckin nigga
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Young Buck]
Let me go and show you niggaz what my whip game like
I whip it to the left, and whip it to the right
I mix it with the Sprite, and flip it with the whites
See I make my own price cause I take my own flights
I still got my ski mask, STILL need cash
STILL got them eighteens as if you want a half
That's 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math
But I do it for the ten for my niggaz in the cab
Got a bitch in Decatur, she shake it for the paper
So when I make it rain, I just get it back later
See cuz over there, he'll kill ya ass for nuttin (I got ya homie!)
6-1-5, Ca$hville, we buckin
[Chorus]
[Interlude] – 2X
[Chorus]
I can see,
There ain't no room for me.
You're only holdin' up your heart in sympathy.
If there's another man,
Then girl I understand.
Go on and take his hand,
And don't you worry 'bout me.
I'll be blue,
And I'll be cryin' too.
But girl you know I only want what's best for you.
What good is all my pride,
If our true love has died.
Go on and be his bride,
And don't you worry 'bout me.
I'll be strong,
I'll try to carry on.
Although you know it won't be easy when your gone.
I'll always think of you,
The tender love we knew.
But somehow I'll get through,
So don't you worry 'bout me.
Ooo-oo,
Baby.
Sweetie pie,
Before you say goodbye.
Remember if he ever leaves you high and dry.
Don't cry alone in pain,
Don't ever feel ashamed.
If you want me again,
Just don't you worry 'bout me.
I love you,
No matter what you do.
I'll spend my whole life waitin' if you want me too.
And if this is goodbye,
You know I'd rather die.
Than let you see me cry,
'Cause then you'd worry 'bout me.
I'll be strong,
I'll try to carry on.
Although you know it won't be easy when your gone.
I'll always think of you,
The tender love we knew.
But somehow I'll get through,
So don't you worry 'bout me.
I'll be strong,
I'll try to carry on.
Although you know it won't be easy when your gone.
I'll always think of you,
The tender love we knew.
But somehow I'll get through,
So don't you worry 'bout me
[Chorus:]
My eyes adored ya
Though I never laid a hand on you
My eyes adored ya
Like a million miles away from me
You couldn't see how I adored ya
So close, so close and yet so far
Carried your books from school
Playin' 'make-believe you're married to me'
You were fifth-grade, I was sixth
When we came to be
Walkin' home every day over Barnegat Bridge and Bay
Till we grew into the me and you
Went our separate ways
[Chorus]
Headed for city lights
Climbed the ladder up to fortune and fame
I worked my fingers to the bone
Made myself a name
Funny I seemed to find
That no matter how the years unwind
Still I reminisce 'bout the girl I miss
And the love I left behind
[Chorus]
(My eyes adored ya)
All my life I will remember
(Though I never laid a hand on you)
How warm and tender we were way back then, whoa, whoa, baby
(Like a million miles away from me
you couldn't see how I adored ya)
Oh, the feeling, sad regrets
(So close, so close and yet so far)
I know I won't ever forget ya, my childhood friend
(My eyes adored ya)
(Though I never laid a hand on you)
(My eyes adored ya)
(Like a million miles away from me
you couldn't see how I adored ya)
[Fade]
So close, so close and yet so far
(feat. D-Tay & Hi-C)
[Young Buck:]
Where the trap boys at?
Where the dope boys at?
Where the trap boys at?
Where the dope boys at?
Its about to go down
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
What you need where you wanna meet me at?
They shut the trap down but you see we right back
No scales I'm eyeballin' everything
Stash box everywhere and my Chevy stained
What a whip I cook it in the microwave
And when I'm not on the block then you might get paid
Here I go
Get grams for the lo lo
354 ounce of that snow snow
I'm the man
The dope man bitch
With platinum on my neck rose gold on my wrist
You may have alot of bricks but I got much more
And still got the nuts to put ya brains on the floor
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Come on you ain't ready this game ain't for you
I hear you got the work but you can't move it like I do
you can't move it like I do
you can't move it like I do
Ya price ain't right you can't move it like I do
The fiends know my name they tell me I'm the truth
They say you got the work but you can't move it like I do
You can't move it like I do
You can't move it like I do
Ya coke ain't white you can't move it like I do
[Verse 2: D-Tay]
Look D-Tay I got the yayo
20 for the way-lows
Just meet me at the spot and drop my motherfuckin' mayo
Me Yayo
In New York smokin sour diesel
The Desert Eagle'll reach you shoot up to ya Regal
Two heaters on the kitchen table serving coke
Baking soda make the dope double thats my antidote
Punks tryin' to keep up with the Unit
I'm still into trappin' crack, bangin' up them women
Assuming you niggas don't need work when you do
Just holla cause boy I got a bargain for you
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Where the trap boys at?
Where the dope boys at?
Where the trap boys at?
Where the dope boys at?
Come on you ain't ready this game ain't for you
I hear you got the work but you can't move it like I do
you can't move it like I do
you can't move it like I do
Ya price ain't right you can't move it like I do
The fiends know my name they tell me I'm the truth
They say you got the work but you can't move it like I do
You can't move it like I do
You can't move it like I do
Ya coke ain't white you can't move it like I do
[Verse 3: Hi-C]
I got the work in the Dirty South so fill my team
Yeah them pretty white rocks and them good tongue greens
Who is that comin through in that old school
828 Alpha Block yeah I'm so cool
The homies hit the studio up with four bricks
30 Gs, 6 pistols and I'm still in this bitch
Million dollar bond, no probable cause
My next tattoo on my back 'Fuck The Laws' nigga
[Verse 4: Young Buck]
Talkin' dirty on my cell phone fuck it
The feds come get me bet a nigga start bustin'
We ain't stoppin'
Got the neighborhood poppin'
These hos bird watchin'
Cause of the money that I'm clockin'
I'm clean
EV2 jeans
A pair of Air Jordans that a nigga never seen
What it cost
Damn right its on me
I'm only 24 feelin' like a O.G.
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Come on you ain't ready this game ain't for you
I hear you got the work but you can't move it like I do
you can't move it like I do
you can't move it like I do
Ya price ain't right you can't move it like I do
The fiends know my name they tell me I'm the truth
They say you got the work but you can't move it like I do
You can't move it like I do
You can't move it like I do
Ya coke ain't white you can't move it like I do
[Young Buck:]
Aiyo follow me niggas
I'm on my way to the trap house
[Intro]
Aye, Wussup baby
Ya know we been togetha fo' a long time..
Ya know we been thru alot..
We had our ups and downs and shit..
But now gurl I'm ready, wussup
[Verse 1]
Tha day wheneva since I picked ya up (K'Yeah!)
Ya told me, you'd neva let 'em hit me up (Aiight!)
I believed ja, knowin' in my heart I'd need ja
Put'cha on my waist so no one could see ya (Owhh!)
Boppin' niggas hatchets ya know whudd to do wit'cha (Ha ha)
Used ya up and tomorrow they thru wit'cha (Nigga)
I mite of kicked you out tha car befo'
But I came back to git'cha when they let me go
Had to fill ya up and git'cha back to tha streets (Whudd)
A couple of jobs gotta git done befo' we sleep (Whudd)
I love ya gurl, you done increased my salary
So tonite I'm askin' will ya marry me
[Chorus]
Fo' so long dat we been friends (Uhh..)
I neva seen so much in you (We ridin' tonite, we ridin' toniite)
Let's start dis love affair again (Yeah..)
I neva seen so much in you (Riide-ii-ii-Riidee)
[Verse 2]
Talk to 'em girl let 'em hear ya name
Niggas git scurr'd when you spit out flames (Yeah!)
Ya like when I hold ya and squeeze ya
As soon as ya empty I run to go feed ya (C'monn!)
Point you at people, and when you open ya mouth (Whudd!)
Dese industry niggas find out whudd we'bout
I told ja, ride wit' a soulja
You ain't got time to be trapped in a holsta (Nah!)
When we roll with 'em rememba what I showed ya
Had to remind ya, tha beef's not ova
Here we go gurl, dis is my proposal (Ha ha)
I can feel it, you gittin' closa and closa
[Chorus]
[Outro]
So whudd it do shawty
It's me and you.. Ya'know..
I mean, I'm ready.. You (You) ...
You been actin' like ya ready..
Fuck it.. Marry a nigga!
Ha ha ha..
There ain't no good in our goodbye-in'
True love takes a lot of tryin'
Oh, I'm cryin'
Let's hang on to what we got
Don't let go girl, we got a lot
Got a lot of love between us
Hang on, hang on, hang on
To what we got [doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo]
You say you're gonna go and call it quits
Gonna chuck it all and break our love to bits
(Breakin' up) I wish you never said it
(Breakin' up) No, no, we'll both regret it
That little chip 'o diamond on your hand
Ain't a fortune, baby, but you know it stands
(For your love) A love to try and bind us
(Such a love) We just can't leave behind us
Baby (don't you go) Baby (oh no no)
Baby (think it over and stay)
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
I'd go to any price to get in good with you
(Patch it up) Give me a second turn
(Patch it up) Don't cool off while I'm burnin'
You got me cryin', dyin' at your door
Don't shut me out, open your arms for
(Open up) Your arms I need to hold
(Open up) Your heart, oh girl, I told you
Baby (don't you go) Baby (oh no no)
Baby (think it over and stay)
It's tha Re-mix
Young Buck! G-Uniit South!
Ha ha!
Aye yo, it's like I got a spot out in L.A.
I got a spot in New York
And I just got a spot in tha -A-
So shawty wussup!
I need a freak (Uh-oh), Where she at (Oh-oh)
Uh-oh shawty (Shawty), here I go
She really gotta know how to git down fo' hers
I'm talkin'bout freakin' err'body...
I need a freak (Uh-oh), Where she at (Oh-oh)
Uh-oh shawty (Shawty), here I go
She really gotta know how to git down fo' hers
I'm talkin'bout freakin' err'body....
I wanna freak.....
Yeah show me whatchu got gurl
I ain't from around here, take me to ya world
Crystal and patrone, and you know it's on (Yo!)
A Gangsta Grill mixtape, just to keep it goin' (Uh-oh, Aye!)
Mint flow so you gotta take ya shoes off (Whudd!!)
It's more room in this phanton then a U-Haul
Shawty say she down wit' it, but she got a mayn' (Huh!!)
And she ain't really use to havin' one nite stands (Ha ha)
So what's it gon' be - show me where ya live
Put ya head down baby, let me see ya grill
Gone wit' ya bad azz, make them ho's hate (Aye!)
Well make up ya mind, real niggas don't wait (Nah!)
What's it gonna take fo' ya to break us all off (C'monn)
Neva thought I'd see tha day when I'd be askin' what it costs (Fo' Sho'!)
Ice on my teeth got her starrin' in my mouf
As soon as i find myself a freak - I'm OUT!
Here ya go babydoll, take two of these
I'ma let tha top down so dat we can feel a breeze (Let's go!)
Gon' feel like a millian bucks in dis Porsche truck
Gotta big white cup full of purple stuff (Yeaahhh!!)
Sales blowin' gone up, yeah they want Buck (Uhh!)
If yee'in lettin' a nigga fuck - I ain't showin' up
In tha strip club gone on dat Grey juice (Owh!!)
These ho's crushin' down pills in they Orange juice
Do ya thang ma, I ain't gotta problem wit' it
And when ya finished, roll tha weed up and I'ma hit it! (Buck!)
Dat how we do it, 7 days a week
When ya see me in tha streets, you can speak! (You can speak)
So holla!
Phureal tho
I'm out here baby
Aye, you know whudd it is
I ain't trippin'
My babymama ain't trippin'
Phureal tho!
I mean, you got to love it baby!
Young Buck!
Let's go!
Aye Nay, rememba what I said
I need a freak
And I don't discriminate against niggas' babymama's
C'monn shawty (Gangsta Grizzel!!)
Do ya thang shawty
Do ya thang shawty
If ya see me in tha hood
Do ya thang shawty
Do ya thang shawty
If ya catch me in tha club
Do ya thang shawty
Do ya thang shawty
When ya see me in tha mall
Do ya thang shawty
Do ya thang shawty
Don't matta where I'm at (Yea!)
Do ya thang shawty
I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, that you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
I've tried so not to give in
I've said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby will I know so well
That I've got you under my skin
I'd sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear
Don't you know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
(feat. All Star)
[Intro : Young Buck]
You know whudd it is.. G-Uniit, SAA-OUTH!!
[All Star:]
Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Ha..
Yeah (G'yeah), I'm tha Prince of tha 'Ville..
Ha.. All Star..
Lyrics wise, I'm tha best man, y'all already know
So dis time around I'm gon' done down my flow, man
There very few rappas dat use to git it off snow
From my mouf to y'all ears, man these niggas is ho's
Runnin' around to tha bars, sayin' how fake I am
Then ya see me in tha streets and ya shakin' my hand (Whuddup Stunna?)
Then you pull off in ya ride and ya playin' my jam
Nigga make up ya mind, Is you a hata or fan? Damn!
Y'all niggas is actin' way to tough
Don't make me send my niggas through, make you shut df up (Shhh)
I ain't givin' in to all dat he sayd she sayd
My niggas +Taking Hits+ like Buck & D-Tay
Tell me whatchu know about Star?
Pull out from tha club with ya bitch in the car!
Have they mind blown from tha shit in tha jar
And then pop anutha bottle, 'nutha twisted, nutha gone
Easy git anutha bitch, fuck it - we all rich (Fuck It!)
Shiit, if we ain't - chya babymama convinst (Ha ha)
Yeah, if he ain't, how he talk so slick
'Cause on tha low in 04, he really bought those bricks
Tha case is beat, we fuckin' wit' rap
+Pac-Man+ runnin' wit' us, so they callin' him bad
He offically grind hard, so how gutta's dat
East-syde heavy hittas don't do nuthin' but Trap
Tha streets respect a nigga, 'cause I grind and ball
They say Star even gittin' love behind tha walls
Take dis mixtape money, go and buy me a coup'
See, I'm remindin' you, of what you trynnah do
Bang Bang
I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down
Don't Nobody Wanna Die, But Everybody Wanna Ball
Somebody Gotta Go, When Them Killa's Call
You Know It's In Us All, You Just Gotta Find It And Use It
You Can Get Away With It, If You Don't Abuse It
The Streets Talk, The Beats Mark, Cuz That Heat Comin'
And If They Know That You Did It, You Better Keep Runnin'
I Think I See Sumthin, There Go My Enemy
Only Lord Knows Where This Nigga F'nd To Be
Tennakee, Still The Price Is As Real If You Look It
Might Give It To You For 5, Depend On If I Took It
Nigga Anything Goes, My Shop Never Close
From The Nickels And The Dimes To The Whole Kilo
The Real Niggas Feel Me, The Haters Wanna Kill Me
But I'm Holdin' Down My City, Me And This 9 Milli
While Your Throwin' Bricks, And Hidin' Ya Heads
Homie, I Know Where You Hang
Ain't No Thang To Walk Up And Let That Chopper Go...
Bang Bang
I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down
Now All The Gangsta's Pray
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Just Think If I Ain't Empty The Clip, And He Killed Me
Would I Still Be Livin'?, Would My Homeboy's Miss Me?
How Many Niggas Bust They Gun When They Have To?
Don't Need No Ski Mask When It's Time To Get At You
I'm Glad You Done Seen What It Look Like When We Left
Brain Fragments From Shot-Gun Blasts'll Take A Nigga Breathe
It's Death Before Dishonesty, Dope Deals And Robbery
Poppa Wasn't Around, But That Shit Didn't Bother Me
I'd Probably Be In The Penitentary
But I Played The Cards, The Dead Lord Sent To Me
The Whole Truth, I Use This Booth To Speak To My Thug Niggas
Why You Mad At Me? The Government's The Drug Dealers
Before I Let This Police Kid Harass Me
This Rookie Ass Cop Gon' Have To Blast Me
He Asked Me For Identification, I Looked At Him And Laughed
He Made A Move And I Heard A Blast
Thats What You Get, Bitch
Bang Bang
I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down
Now All The Gangsta's Pray
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
It's Goin Down Around Here Nigga
Get Ya Muthafuckin Head Bust
Them Muthafuckin Street Lights Go Out
And Them Real Niggas Come Out
All The Bitch Niggas Go In The House
Just Not A Game, Man
Don't Fuck Around And Lose Your Brain
And Hey, All My Real Niggas Pray
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
{*gunshot*}
[Intro: Young Buck]
Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it's the Unit)
Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga!
[50 Cent - repeat 2X]
It won't be long 'fore you dead...
You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me
Nigga I come for your head...
And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
[50 Cent]
I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run out
Niggaz know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a hit, 'til the mac-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha)
Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah)
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin
[Young Buck]
Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-fo' drop, same nigga on top
Don't blame me if your muh'fuckin block get hot
Cause I'm just tryin to make a livin, 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?
Muh'fucker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you, can't, hold on nigga hold on
It seems like it never lasts
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead
[Young Buck]
When you wired up in ain't no smilin
See all of 'em whylin, and these niggaz is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin
And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin
Nobody seen nothin, these niggaz is silent
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real niggaz, we don't fuck around with the nonsense
Murder One shit, that's how it get - muh'fucker what
[50 Cent]
I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red
Nigga now give up the bread, I'll fill ya ass with lead
Put a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig?
Said fuck the kids, I don't play that shit (c'mon)
It's all 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 shell homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, 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'll getcha
Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't fuckin wit'cha
[Young Buck]
The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope
My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz
We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us
They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest
[50 Cent]
The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, 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]
Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast
Black Dickie suit and a fuckin black ski mask
Shoot first, this is how I react and we act
like it's nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to that
Listen
[Chorus]
[Intro]
Aye-Uh Huh Huh Huh
[Verse 1]
Don't ask me where tha fuck I'm from, or whudd set I claim
I git money (Yuh!), I got a lil' bit of both games in me
Niggas hate so tha marshburg hang with me
Feds wanna tap up my phone, 'cause they can't git me
I mite as well give it to ya since Dre sent me
Just sit back and kick ya feet up, okayye 50?
I'm on 1 and I just begun
I dare one of these blood claats come test me gun
Tha rude bwoi of tha south let me in dis bitch
I just wish Tupac was here to witness dis
Give me room to breathe and I'ma blow you away
I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day
Ayyyye, somebody gotta do it y'all
See I done been locked up and I don't know who tha call
It's my time, so everybody jump on tha train
With tha A.K. aimed I can shootdown a plane (Mothafucka!)
[Chorus : Kokane]
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do wrong?)
Just to wake up early, afta hustlin' all night long (Yeh-eh-eh-eh-uhh)
[Verse 2]
My gun damn near bigga then me
I ain't tha nigga to beef
'Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentionin' me
I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencin' me
My homeboi come in tha courtroom and hit him with 3
I got tha mind of a nigga 'bout to git him a kii (Yuh!)
All tha feins lined up, they just waitin' fo' me
Betta hurry-hurry, it's about to go down
And don't cha worry, I brought a 100 rounds (Buck!)
We gon' count to ten and then put tha clips in
Whoeva is tha last man standin' wins (C'monn)
You throw some money in tha hood and it always works
My niggas crazy, they'll dig a dead body from tha durrt (Yeahh)
Betta watch ya mouth, 'cause I been watchin' ya house
I'm in the bushes like 'When dis nigga gon' come out?!'
It's enough of dis he say she say shit
Now it's time to find out who you wit'
[Chorus]
[Outro: Kokane]
Tha streets ain't got no love (Oh but I'm a nigga on top of thangs)
These niggas don't feel my pain (Oh these niggas don't got a clue what I been through mayn')
But I ain't even lookin' for love (Oh but I ain't lookin' fo' all ya sympathy)
I gots to just do my thang
[Chorus]
I solve my problems and I see the light
We got a lovin' thing, we gotta feed it right
There ain't no danger we can go to far
We start believin' now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
They think our love is just a growing pain
Why don't they understand, it's just a crying shame
Their lips are lying only real is real
We stop the fight right now, we got to be what feel
Grease is the word
(Greese is the word, is the word that you heard)
It's got a groove, it's got a meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionalitly belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now
That we can be who we are
Grease is the word
(Greese is the word, is the word that you heard)
It's got a groove, it's got a meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Now, grease is the way we are feeling
This is the life of illusion
Wrapped up in trouble (trouble), laced with confusion
(What are we doing here)
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
(Greese is the word, is the word that you heard)
It's got a groove, it's got a meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Now grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got a meaning
(Got a groove, got a meaning)
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Now grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Trey Songz (Chorus)
I got the heart of a Soldier (heart of a soldier)
I got the soul of a tiger (Soul of a tiger)
And If u ever said im scared (said im scared)
You'z a motherfuckin' liar (motherfuckin' liar)
Got the eye of a eagle (eye of a eagle)
Got the back of my people (back of my people)
And i dont mess wit????(mess wit ???)
So don't you ever say im scared (don u ever say im scared)
So don't you ever say im scared (don u ever say im scared)...
Verse:
Y'all niggaz ain' talkin' nuttin, ain' choppin' nuttin, ain' poppin' nuttin (i know)
y'all niggaz ain' used to bussin', ain' shootin' nuttin, ain' movin' nuttin ( know)
ma niggaz be gettin' money, been gettin' money nigga we got money (you know)
ma niggaz be bussin' heads, i blow one of y'all try to take it from me (you know)
y'all niggaz ain' livin' dat shit, ain' buyin' no whips, ain' flippin' no bricks (i know)
y'all niggaz ain' breakin' bread, y'all niggaz dont wanna liv like dis (i know)
ma niggaz be stompin' hoes, they hop the fo's, they kickin' doors (you know)
ma niggaz be showin' there gold, smokin' O's on twenty-fo's (you know)
y'all niggaz ain' seen the block, ain' sold a rock, ain' shot a glock (i know)
y'all niggaz ain' did no time, get out the Pen, get back on the grind (i know)
ma niggaz be throwin' bow's, they strapped up and they blowin' dro (you know)
ma niggaz be dirty dirty, i see a gangsta everywhere i go (Yeah..!!)
(Chorus- Trey Songz):
I got the heart of a Soldier (heart of a soldier)
I got the soul of a tiger (Soul of a tiger)
And If u ever said im scared (said im scared)
You'z a motherfuckin' liar (motherfuckin' liar)
Got the eye of a eagle (eye of a eagle)
Got the back of my people (back of my people)
And i dont mess wit????(mess wit ???)
So don't you ever say im scared (don u ever say im scared)
So don't you ever say im scared (don u ever say im scared)...
Bridge:
There's a time and a place we can settle this shit (Buck, Buck)
y'all motherfuckers ain' ready for this (Buck, Buck)
It's a time and a place we can settle this shit (Buck, Buck)
y'all motherfuckers ain' ready for this (Buck, Buck)
There's a time and a place we can settle this shit (Buck, Buck)
y'all motherfuckers ain' ready for this (Buck, Buck)
It's a time and a place we can settle this shit (Buck, Buck)
y'all motherfuckers ain' ready for this (Buck, Buck)
Yoo!!..
Verse:
Where them niggaz that grip the coke, on hunned spokes, ain' never broke (i know)
where them niggaz that pimp the hoes, do anything jus' to get that dough (i know)
who them niggaz who startin' shit, be robbin' niggaz in the parkin' lot (you know) (Yeahh..!!)
who them niggaz who be in the club, we smokin' Bud, they drink a lot (you know)
where them niggaz that hold that case, only on one they out on bond (i know)
where them niggaz thats tatted up, representin' where the fuck they from (i know)
who them niggaz that keep it real, they sip n serve, they poppin' pills (you know)
who them niggaz that's holdin' it down, it really don't matter where the fuck you live (you know)
Yeah..
(Trey Songz)
I got the heart of a Soldier (heart of a soldier)
I got the soul of a tiger (Soul of a tiger)
And If u ever said im scared (said im scared)
You'z a motherfuckin' liar (motherfuckin' liar)
Got the eye of a eagle (eye of a eagle)
Got the back of my people (back of my people)
And i dont mess wit????(mess wit ???)
So don't you ever say im scared (don u ever say im scared)
So don't you ever say im scared (don u ever say im scared)..
[Supafly]
Doggy struck a match and the match went out
G-Unit, is in the motherfuckin house
[Snoop Dogg - *echoes*]
Oh shit! (DPG) Yeah, haha
It's the motherfuckin DPG G-G-G-G Unit!
Can you believe it? (believe it)
On some gangsta shit, y-yeah
On some gangsta shit, straight up nigga
Check this out right here though
Check it check it out, check it check it out
[Interlude: Snoop Dogg]
Doggy struck a match and the match went out
G-Unit is in the motherfuckin house (DoggHouse)
You keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[Snoop Dogg]
Sit back, kick back nigga 'fore I click-clack
Dig this, I did that but I can't admit that
Niggaz want some get back, I know it so I get strapped
Suckas took they laws off, these hoes want my draws off
Cuz tried to foul me, but I had to steel back
In fact when I hit him he was bloody in the bilz-nack
His buddy tried to peel back, but I had to kill that
Real niggaz from the turf, shit I know y'all feel that
We won't talk, ain't no need for that (fuck that)
The word on Snoop is I'm a G for that
A 'G' for what? Fuckin niggaz up with no talkin
See the best way to leave a nigga's off in a coffin
And now I'm back on the set and I'm walkin
I done it so clean ain't nobody even talkin (shhhh)
It's like flippin a bitch, I'm Crip'n with this
I'll fuck around and have you niggaz missin and shit
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg] + (Daz)
Doggy struck a match and the match went out
G-Unit is in the motherfuckin house (Motherfuckin house!)
You keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[Daz Dillinger]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I here to replenish opponents, you gangstas
Ain't nothin goin on but the crazy DPG Unit, BA-BAY!
Who that nigga you love to hear from?
I'm comin back with the full artillery, comin back with them full drums
I'll beat yo' ass and I'll stomp you out
With Buck, Banks, 50 comin just to stomp you out
Snoop and Supa, Daz C-walkin again for the cash
We came from playin them fuckin games so raise up the flags
[Supafly]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now keep talkin bitch nigga, lay your body in chalk
G dippin, we Crip'n, Dogg Pound Gangsta mission
Blastin a straight assassin flashin the heat
Mashin with G-Unit, we do it, nigga please move it
Don't make me cock cause I won't stop
I got you scoped in my infra, fuck up and I'll getcha
(Givin death to a nigga tryna fuck wit a G)
I got my 9 in my pocket bitch, kick off an apocalypse
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then you gotta fuck with me
G-Unit, DPG - go 'head
Start some shit, I got my strap with me
Watch how niggaz get to duckin when I get to bustin
It's nothin, I'll touch him for talkin too much I'll cut him
Push my knife in then fuck him
Man, pussy niggaz don't deserve to breathe
The strong survive, the bitches perish nigga you'll see
[Young Buck]
Ain't nothin like the smell of gun powder, the shells hittin the pavement
Even the paramedics couldn't save him
I gave him one to the chest, and sixteen to the face
Got knocked then call Cochran to get me off the case
We on deadly grounds, I done been to hell and back
I had to stand out in the rain just to sell my pack
Hangin outta the back of the black Cadillac window
Adrenaline pumpin, the infra-red on his temple
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm straight outta Southside Jamaica nigga
I'm 'bout my paper nigga, your words won't make or break a nigga
I'll put yo' bitch on a track, make her break a nigga
Got rings like a Los Angeles Laker, nigga!
We smoke more than you can handle
So on my regular day I burn longer than a Rest In Peace candle
And my neck piece is a anchor
A G-Unit gorilla's equivalent to a Dogg Pound Gangsta
[Chorus]
[Intro]
(Young Buck)
G-Unit nigga
Yea bitch you niggas know what it is with me nigga
Dirty south in this muthafucker
Young Buck nigga you know where Im from Ca$hville nigga
[Get money]Make sure you put a dollar sign on the S too bitch
[Damn...]
[Verse]
[Young Buck]
Bulletwounds and tattooes is how I show my pain
Im gone so much my little girl dont know my name
My palms covered in residue from cocaine
Been on the block since 6 in the morning
The neighbors complain about the traffic at my house (Fuck Y'all)
When they need to borrow something they put their hands out
Little kids start running when they see my car coming
Just looking at me will make a nigga start hustlin
I aint a start nothing I just know how to count
know how to eyeball an 8ball you wearin em out
Lips black from the blunt of that sour diesel and the desert eagle [Im so illegal]
I cant even feed you what they put in the needles
Amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal
You can call me country but dont call me broke (Why)
We got all this money 50 where ya wanna go cmon nigga
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Shit aint really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We aint living like we should but I luv da hood
But they still Tennekee yea I luv da hood
Shit aint really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We aint living like we should but I luv da hood
But they still Tennekee come and get it
[Verse]
[Game]
They say can remember Whoo Kid let it ride
Fuckin wit G-Unit i let the Desert fly (gunshot)
Ridin thru Ca$hville wit Buck throwin my dubs up
For those who don't know that stand for west side
I blast on my enemies
Fuck you if you aint kinnin me
Knock your top off like Kennedy
Then sip hennesy
Ridin thru Tennessee
If you need coke Young Buck got the remedies
I got it for 9 5 if you wanna fly
Put em in a Range Rover if you wanna drive
If you only need 1 you aint gotta come
I just pack it up and strap it to a bitch' thigh
You ever seen a Impala drive
Seen hollows fly
Seen yellow tape everytime
Its a homoside
When it's drama i pull the glock from my waist
Niggas tried to make my mama cry
It's G-Unit nigga
You better recognize
I'll put you in the grave for that shit that Joe Budden Tried
I remember right there when my brother died
Then 2pac, Biggie Smalls and some other guys
So me and my homies ride
With a chrome .45 in my lap and my waist an the double 9's
Niggas tried to kill me but it wasnt time
I took 5 shots from my own brother' 9
Went into a coma woke up in the hospital
Cops said they found drugs
I said it wasnt mine
Bad boy but i wouldnt shine
Matter fact wouldnt shit
Thought that cos i wouldnt sign
Now its G Unit Nigga read between the lines Bitch
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Shit aint really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We aint living like we should but I luv da hood
But they still tennekee yea I luv da hood
Shit aint really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We aint living like we should but I luv da hood
Heavenly Father
Words and music by Ray Boltz and Steve Millikan
Here we are together
Start of a new day
In these precious moments
I've got so much to say
When I think about who You are
And all the things that You do
I lift my voice
And start praising You
CHORUS:
Heavenly Father
You're such a good father to me
Heavenly Father
There's no place that I'd rather be
Some days are much better
Than the ones before
But everyday I spend with You
I love You that much more
Even when I fail You
And I try to turn and run
You take my hand
And I know I'm Your son
CHORUS
The world rushes by
Day after day
There's so much to do
There's no time to pray
But I've found with You
A joy that's complete
Kneeling at Your feet
CHORUS (repeat)
Talking)
50 cent- Man i been tellin niggas over and over man
Buck- Ayo whatup niggas
50 cent- You know how i play with this nigga man
Buck- Ayo man…there be alot of niggas out here….
talkin bout they got beef with g-unit..you know?
and i be seein these niggas…
i be by myself and shit niggas be like a hundred deep and shit..
i be like wassup nigga?
niggas be like na man it aint like that.
[Verse 1]
look up its a full moon the sound of the winds blowin,
and you dont know you bout to get killed but i been knowing,
the nights still young i mind as well come 'round midnight,
just me all by my lonely my homies gon sit tight,
im walking with a glock and just a lil bit of gas money,
but bet i come back wha what them niggas done snatch from me?
my crip and blood thugs wanna get witcha,
they mad at me cause im tellin them its personal nigga,
i wanna see,
if this mothafucka want it with me,
so on three,
ima hop up out this SUV,
if you around ima feel like you down wit em,
just as soon as this round hit em,
you lay in the ground wit em,
awaken by satan go bein carried by the lord,
what ya life costs bill gates couldnt even afford,
aint nothin that can stop repercussions if i die,
this aint nothin to do with dr. dre motha fucka…
just you and i
[Chorus]
I dont need 10 niggas with me,
i dont run and go get the police(i will do it myself)
you know me,
ima mothafuckin g,
if its beef bitch nigga we'll see(i will do it myself)
let em hate homie you know where i be,
you done seen me get down on tv(i will do it myself)
and i brought the whole unit with me,
but they already know how i be(i will do it myself)
[Verse 2]
In the beggining i was humble,
just thankful for makin it out the jungle,
i've never ever said nuttin on this mic i didnt want to,
ima soldier and as soon as 50 give me a mission,
i mark my enemies territory then play my position(llets go!)
and homie know me even that nigga thats wearin ya chain,
see we both from the south but homie we aint the same,
and i remain in the same fuckin project buldings,
i got guns everywhere bullet holes in the ceiling,
my adrenaline pumpin,
got this 12 gauge dumpin out the back of this cutless if i get hit up then fuck it,(yeaaaa)
the reepa comin so dont look back just keep running,
tell 50 for this hit i dont need nothin you owe me one,
now show me sunny where he be at,
thats all i need to know,
you can go,
ima be back,
any other time i probably would of asked banks to ride,
but this aint nothin to do with g-unit nigga..just you and i
[Chorus]
I dont need 10 niggas with me,
i dont run and go get the police(i will do it myself)
you know me,
ima mothafuckin g,
if its beef bitch nigga we'll see(i will do it myself)
let em hate homie you know where i be,
you done seen me get down on tv(i will do it myself)
and i brought the whole unit with me,
but they already know how i be(i will do it myself)
[50 Cent talking..]
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