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'Young Buck' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

AE: Apocalypse Earth (2013)

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Capt. Sam Crowe: Relativity's a bitch

Revenge Is Her Middle Name (2011)

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Plot
Kat, a drug addicted prostitute, has hit rock bottom. In a desperate attempt to turn her life around, she plans a heist, hoping to nab enough money to leave her street life behind. When things spiral out of control, she is faced with a sadistic drug dealing pimp named Mutton Chop, who is hellbent on vengeance and orders a brutal attack. Now all she wants is Revenge... And it is her turn to collect!

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Drama
Horror

Taglines:

100% Exploitation

The Evolution (2009)

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Drama
Short

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In 1986 a Group of Boys Saw Hell 20 years later... Hell is Coming Back for them

Little Minx Exquisite Corpse: Waffles for Breakfast (2008)

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Sweeney Todd (2006)

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The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

Quotes:

Matthew Payne: There's a ring here. I could take that to his wife. See if it's his.::Sir John Fielding: Yes.::Matthew Payne: Oh, it won't give. I'll have to cut the finger off.::Sir John Fielding: I don't think his immortal soul will mind one more little division to his earthly remains.

Sir John Fielding: Today I wish I'd lost my sense of smell as well as my sight.

[first lines]::Man in crowd: She runs a brothel with these two. Obviously hasn't been pounding the justice enough. They'll make her pay in Newgate.::Mrs Lovett: Stop it! It's wrong!::Man in crowd: Get off me! Of course you'd stick up for that sorry slut.

[last lines]::Sweeney Todd: People want to see me hanged or torn apart, but they don't want to see me shaved badly. Please allow me to shave myself.::Gaoler: All right.

Idaho (2005)

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Drama
Short

RocketScience (2004)

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With a failing marriage, a disappointing career, and an eight-year-old son as his co-engineer, a middle-aged Nebraska man struggles to build a homemade rocket in the barn of his family farm. Fantasy and drama mix with stunning cinematography, as we discover whether his creation will blow up on ignition or ascend into outer space.

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Drama
Short

Chuck & Buck (2000)

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Buck is a man-child who has lived his existence in a life of Romper Room, kindergarten collages, and lollipops. When his mother dies suddenly, Buck remembers his old childhood friend Chuck, with whom he feels a need to reconnect after having invited him to his mother's funeral. Buck treks out to Los Angeles where Chuck, an up-and-coming music record executive, is living his life. Buck ends up developing an obsession with Chuck and begins stalking him.

Keywords: acting, actor, actress, ampersand-in-title, answering-machine, arrested-development, audition, band-promoter, beach, beer

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Comedy
Drama

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Remember those games we used to play?
When does a close friend become too close?
Can she hear us?

Quotes:

Buck O'Brien: I like your house. It's very... old person-y.

Buck O'Brien: We could play that game, where I stick my dick in your mouth, and you stick your dick in mine... Chuck & Buck, Suck & Fuck!

Buck O'Brien: Hi.::Beverly Franco: How can I help you?::Buck O'Brien: Um, do you put on plays here, and people come and see 'em?::Beverly Franco: Well, this is a theater.

Jolie: What do you do in L.A., Buck?::Buck O'Brien: Um, nothing.::Jolie: I know a lot of people who have that job. It's one of the better jobs you can have. I bet you're very good at it.

Sam: Now, uh, would we be playing it like little kids like, uh like, like "La-la-la. I'm a little kid."::Beverly Franco: Well, you wouldn't be playing it like a little retarded kid, but yes, you would be acting youthful.

Sam: I wonder what her twat looks like. You ever wonder that? 'Cause like sometimes she'll be talkin' to me and all I can think is "What's your twat look like? Why don't you show it to me you fuckin' bitch?"... Yeah I'm twisted. I got problems. I know I do.

Relentless (1989)

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Sam Dietz, a New York cop recently reassigned to Los Angeles, joins the hunt for a serial killer who seemingly picks his victims at random from the telephone directory - but the closer he gets to cracking the case, the more personal the stakes become.

Keywords: abused-child, abusive-father, bare-breasts, clothes-dryer, dead-woman-on-bed, dead-woman-with-eyes-open, death, father-son-relationship, female-nudity, flashback

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When Buck Taylor comes to call, your number is up.
Killers aren't born. They're made. Judd Nelson is Buck Taylor. And Buck Taylor is...Relentless

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Terrell: [Angry that he's been assigned grueling routine desk work] I'd like to meet the brain donor who came up with this brilliant idea.::Malloy: Hey, you're looking at him. You don't like it, kiss my ass.

Buck: Was all of it for nothing? Say, they didn't accept me, the psychiatrist said no, and that's it. What do I do now? Please, tell me, what now!?

Buck: [Calling his intended victim] I called to see if you were home, I have to kill you tonight.

Malloy: [Clinking beer bottles in a toast] To baseball... the ultimate game!

Sam Dietz: [Seeing the police psychologist readying his gun] What the hell is with that?::police psychiatrist: Well, psychiatrists aren't always preaching. Sometimes it's persuasion. [They both laugh]

Carol Dietz: What's the matter? This thing tonight?::Sam Dietz: This Taylor woman - she tries to hide, right? Two feet from her is a toolbox with hammers, chisels, screwdrivers. She could have beat this guy to a bloody pulp. Instead, she crawls inside of a dryer.::Carol Dietz: Sammy, not everybody's a fighter.::Sam Dietz: I know that, Carol, but if you act like a victim, you're gonna be a victim.

Sam Dietz: [referring to another policeman at the station] Is that the jerkoff?::Malloy: No, that's another one.::Sam Dietz: How many jerkoffs you got around here?::Malloy: Got exactly eight. I hope you don't make it nine.

Patrolman at locker: Do you hear that? Guy makes detective - the first thing he does is turn on his old friends.::Sam Dietz: [Tongue-in-cheek] That's true. I never liked you guys.

Ordinary People (1980)

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Beth, Calvin, and their son Conrad are living in the aftermath of the death of the other son. Conrad is overcome by grief and misplaced guilt to the extent of a suicide attempt. He is in therapy. Beth had always preferred his brother and is having difficulty being supportive to Conrad. Calvin is trapped between the two trying to hold the family together.

Keywords: accident, airplane, anger, bad-mother, based-on-novel, bathroom, bereavement, birthday-party, boat-accident, bowling

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Drama

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some films you watch, others you feel.
Everything is in its proper place... Except the past.

Quotes:

Jeannine: Conrad, I'm not a very good bowler, what I mean is, I'm a funny bowler.::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Oh, well we don't have to go bowling if you'd rather not. How funny are ya?::Jeannine: On a scale of one to ten... about a ten.::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Oh... yeah, that's pretty funny.

Karen: Conrad. Let's have a great Christmas. Let's have... a great year. Let's have the best year of our whole lives. We can, you know... this could be the best one ever.

Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Anyway.::Jeannine: Hm, what?::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Oh just anyway. It's a conversation starter.::Jeannine: Hm, catchy.::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: I knew you'd like it, I've been working on it all day.

Calvin "Cal" Jarrett: He just wants to know that you don't hate him.::Beth Jarrett: Hate him! How could I hate him? Mothers don't hate their sons! Is that what he told you? You see how you believe everything he tells you? And you can't do the same for me, you can't! GOD I DON'T KNOW WHAT ANYONE WANTS FROM ME ANYMORE!::Ward: Beth, we don't want anything from you; Audrey, Cal, Connie and Me, we just want you to be happy.::Beth Jarrett: Happy! Ward, you tell me the definition of happy. But first you better make sure your kids are good and safe, that they haven't fallen of a horse, been hit by a car, or drown in that swimming pool you're so proud of!::Audrey: Oh Beth!::Beth Jarrett: Then, you come and tell me how to be happy!

Conrad "Con" Jarrett: When I let myself feel, all I feel is lousy.::Dr. Berger: Oh well excuse me, I never promised you a rose garden.::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Oh fuck you Berger.::Dr. Berger: What?::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: FUCK YOU!::Dr. Berger: Hey, that's it!::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Geez! You're really weird huh, what do you feel huh? Do you jerk off, or jack off, or whatever you call it?::Dr. Berger: What do you think?::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: What do I think? I think you're married to a fat lady and you go home and you fuck the living daylights out of her!::Dr. Berger: Sounds good to me.

Conrad "Con" Jarrett: I made a 74 on a trig quiz.::Beth Jarrett: Oh really? Gosh I was awful at trig.::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Oh. Really? You took trig?::Beth Jarrett: No... wait a minute... ha, did I take trig? Huh... anyway, I bought you two shirts they're on your bed.

Dr. Berger: A little advice about feelings kiddo; don't expect it always to tickle.

Jeannine: Hey, you stand behind me in the choir, you sing well, you have a lot of energy.::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Oh you do, I mean, I do?::Jeannine: I mean that's a good thing. I'm Jeannine Pratt.::Gail: And you're Conrad Jarrett, remember?::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Yeah, right!::Jeannine: Well I'll see you around.::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Bye.::Lazenby: [mocking Jeannine] You have a lot of energy!

Dr. Berger: So what are you thinking now?::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: That I jack off a lot.::Dr. Berger: So what else is new? Does it help?::Conrad "Con" Jarrett: For a minute.

Conrad "Con" Jarrett: It's impossible after all the shit I've pulled.::Dr. Berger: What shit have you pulled? [pause] Hey, remember, I'm talking proportion here, now what shit? [pause] C'mon, you must be able to come up with at least one example. [pause] And don't give me, "I tried to kill myself." That's old turkey.

Young, Buck Filmography

Tarzan in Manhattan
1989, role: actor
Outrage!
1986, role: actor , character name: Reporter #1
Last Resort
1986, role: actor , character name: Mr. Emerson
Who Is Julia?
1986, role: actor , character name: Police Officer
Gidget's Summer Reunion
1985, role: actor , character name: Bob
Sam's Son
1984, role: actor , character name: Marv Gates
I Take These Men
1983, role: actor , character name: Judge
The Night the Bridge Fell Down
1983, role: actor
Rehearsal for Murder
1982, role: actor , character name: Lieutenant McElroy
Death Wish II
1982, role: actor , character name: Charles Pearce
The Killing of Randy Webster
1981, role: actor , character name: Client
Golden Gate
1981, role: actor
Stand by Your Man
1981, role: actor , character name: Policeman
The Five of Me
1981, role: actor , character name: Colonel
The Jayne Mansfield Story
1980, role: actor , character name: City Editor
Fun and Games
1980, role: actor , character name: Businessman
The Lady in Red
1979, role: actor , character name: Hennessey
The New Adventures of Heidi
1978, role: actor , character name: Jensen
The Millionaire
1978, role: actor , character name: Garageman
How the West Was Won
1978, role: actor , character name: Will
The Magic of Lassie
1978, role: actor , character name: T.V. Announcer
Claws
1977, role: actor , character name: Pilot
The Hostage Heart
1977, role: actor , character name: Eddie
Mayday at 40,000 Feet!
1976, role: actor , character name: Guard
Look What's Happened to Rosemary's Baby
1976, role: actor , character name: 1st Trooper
The Wackiest Wagon Train in the West
1976, role: actor , character name: Rancher Uriah
Two-Minute Warning
1976, role: actor , character name: Baltimore Booster
Sky Heist
1975, role: actor , character name: Police Officer
Crossfire
1975, role: actor
White House Madness
1975, role: actor , character name: Admiral
Katherine
1975, role: actor , character name: Cop
Lepke
1975, role: actor , character name: Second Reporter
Mitchell
1975, role: actor , character name: Det. Aldridge
It's Good to Be Alive
1974, role: actor
The Stranger
1973, role: actor , character name: Tom Nelson
Breezy
1973, role: actor , character name: Paula's Escort
Pickup on 101
1972, role: actor
The Late Liz
1971, role: actor , character name: Logan Pearson
They Call It Murder
1971, role: actor , character name: Charlie
Weekend of Terror
1970, role: actor , character name: Man
Suppose They Gave a War and Nobody Came?
1970, role: actor , character name: Deputy Ron
The Young Warriors
1967, role: actor , character name: Schumacher
Not with My Wife, You Don't!
1966, role: actor , character name: Air Police Colonel
Night of the Quarter Moon
1959, role: actor , character name: Reporter
Jet Pilot
1957, role: actor , character name: Sergeant
Loving You
1957, role: actor , character name: Assistant Director
The French Line
1954, role: actor , character name: Photographer on Dock
3 Ring Circus
1954, role: actor , character name: Soldier
The Girls of Pleasure Island
1953, role: actor , character name: Marine
Money from Home
1953, role: actor

Buck, Young Filmography

E! Buzz with Carla B
2011, role: actor , character name: Himself
Beef: Behind the Bullet
2011, role: actor , character name: Himself
A Billion Bucks
2009, role: composer
A Billion Bucks
2009, role: actor , character name: Himself
Bow Wow: Live from Sommet Center, Nashville
2008, role: actor , character name: Himself
Number One with a Bullet
2008, role: actor , character name: Himself
Loyalty & Respect
2006, role: actor , character name: Smoke
50 Cent: The Massacre - Special Edition
2005, role: actor , character name: Himself
The Game: Documentary
2005, role: actor , character name: Himself
Life in a Day: The DVD
2004, role: actor , character name: Himself
Groupie Love
2004, role: actor , character name: Himself
Murda: The DVD Magazine - Welcome to H-Town (Vol. 1)
2004, role: actor , character name: Himself
50 Cent: The New Breed
2003, role: actor , character name: Himself

Young, Buck Filmography

Joy
1977, role: miscellaneous crew

Young Buck "Not This Time" [Video]

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Duration: 3:43
Updated: 09 Apr 2015

Young Buck "Not This Time" - 10 Bullets Mixtape Hosted by Dj Whoo Kid No DJ version available here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/10-bullets/id983296210 https://instagram.com/Buckshotz https://twitter.com/YoungBuck For Booking or Features Call Charlie: 615-586-0056 email: BookingBuck@gmail.com

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Young Buck x DJ Whoo Kid Ft. Jadakiss - Myself (Prod. Bandplay)

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Duration: 3:52
Updated: 28 Jun 2015

"10 Pints" Dropping Soon!! https://twitter.com/DJWhooKid https://twitter.com/YoungBuck https://twitter.com/therealkiss https://twitter.com/iAMBANDPLAY https://www.justwhookid.com

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Young Buck - Bring My Bottles ft. 50 Cent, Tony Yayo

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Duration: 3:16
Updated: 09 Jan 2015

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Young Buck 10 Bricks (Full Mixtape)

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Duration: 33:18
Updated: 27 May 2015

Artist: Young Buck / DJ WhooKid Available On iTunes 10 Bricks https://goo.gl/ClYItF Free Download http://goo.gl/RJCKTq Purchase Young Buck #10Bullets https://goo.gl/PDhzuO

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Young Buck - 10 Bricks (Full Mixtape 2015)

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Duration: 33:18
Updated: 27 May 2015

G-Unit South Presents: Young Buck - "10 Bricks" Download now! http://piff.me/f5e93c2 Young Buck - Snoop Dogg Intro (0:00) Young Buck - Flex (0:15) Young Buck - Refill (3:12) Young Buck - Proud Of You (6:36) Young Buck - Time Out (10:04) Young Buck - Move Around (13:40) Young Buck - Not Comin' Home (15:59) Young Buck - Don't Come Around (19:06) Young Buck - All Night (23:24) Young Buck - I'm Workin' (26:23) Young Buck - Get Ya Money Right (29:23) Produced By: Bandplay, Cassius Jay, Gotham City, 30Roc/ EarDrummers, Phinesse The Beat Subscribe to Young Buck TV: http://smarturl.it/YoungBuckTV

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Young Buck x DJ WhooKid "Myself" Feat. Jadakiss

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Duration: 3:53
Updated: 28 Jun 2015

Artist: Young Buck Song: "Myself" Featuring Jadakiss #10Bricks https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/10-bricks/id998744565 #10Bullets https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/10-bullets/id983296210 http://Instagram.com/buckshotz http://Twitter.com/youngbuck http://Facebook.com/youngbuck

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Young Buck - Before The Beast (Full Mixtape 2015)

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Duration: 25:08
Updated: 13 Feb 2015

G-Unit South Presents: Young Buck - "Before The Beast" Download "Before The Beast" at DatPiff: http://www.datpiff.com/Young-Buck-Before-The-Beast-mixtape.688288.html Young Buck - Life ft. Tony Yayo & Kidd Kidd (0:00) Young Buck - Count Me Out (4:10) Young Buck - Been Dat Nigga (7:41) Young Buck - Pull Up ft. Lil Boosie & Cap 1 (10:33) Young Buck - Ain't Gone Fool Me ft. Trae Tha Truth (14:15) Young Buck - Push (17:54) Young Buck - Exclusive ft. Lloyd Banks, Yo Gotti & Lil Reese (20:28) Produced By: Bandplay, Drumma Boy, True Wealth of Drum Squad, Sonny Digital & Doe Pesci Subscribe to Young Buck TV: http://smarturl.it/YoungBuckTV

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Young Buck "Lean And Molly" [Video]

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Duration: 2:54
Updated: 24 Apr 2015

Young Buck "Lean N Molly" - 10 Bullets Mixtape Hosted by Dj Whoo Kid No DJ version available here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/10-bullets/id983296210 https://instagram.com/Buckshotz https://twitter.com/YoungBuck For Booking or Features Call Charlie: 615-586-0056 email: BookingBuck@gmail.com

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Young Buck - 10 Bullets (Full Mixtape 2015)

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Duration: 34:13
Updated: 07 Apr 2015

G-Unit South Presents: Young Buck - "10 Bullets" Download now! https://itun.es/gb/sJ-M6 Young Buck - Always Stay Strap'd (0:00) Young Buck - Lean And Molly (2:28) Young Buck - Not This Time (5:35) Young Buck - Lemme See It (9:16) Young Buck - Dope Boy (13:05) Young Buck - 4 Hoes And An Ounce (16:37) Young Buck - Shooters (20:36) Young Buck - Like I Love Her (23:30) Young Buck - Craccin And Poppin (26:47) Young Buck - Since Way Back (29:40) Produced By: Bandplay, Drumma Boy, Street Orchestra, Ensayne Wayne, Phinesse Subscribe to Young Buck TV: http://smarturl.it/YoungBuckTV

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Young Buck - Shorty Wanna Ride (Dirty Version)

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Duration: 6:09
Updated: 05 Sep 2014
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Young Buck "Push" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)

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Duration: 3:01
Updated: 27 Mar 2015

The official WorldStarHipHop premiere of Young Buck’s "Push" music video. Directed by Charlie P of Black Fly Music Follow Young Buck: https://twitter.com/youngbuck https://instagram.com/buckshotz SUBSCRIBE to the Official WorldStarHipHop Channel for more original WorldStar material, music video premieres, and more: http://goo.gl/jl4las More WorldStarHipHop: http://worldstarhiphop.com https://twitter.com/worldstar (Follow) https://fb.com/worldstarhiphop (Like) http://instagram.com/realwshh (Photos) http://shop.worldstarhiphop.com (Shop)

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Young Buck - Get Buck

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Duration: 4:17
Updated: 06 Sep 2014
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Young Buck Dayz In LA [Vlog]

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Duration: 12:38
Updated: 23 Mar 2015

G Units Young Buck visits Los Angeles, CA for his birthday weekend. From the sold out crowd of Secret Sundayz to the Rollin streets of Crenshaw & Slauson Ave, Young Buck is definitely no stranger. Checkout this exclusive brought to you by Charlie P & Grean of http://BlackFlyMusic.com New Music Download & Purchase Young Buck "Before The Beast" http://www.livemixtapes.com/mixtapes/32597/young-buck-before-the-beast.html G Unit "The Beast" https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-beast-is-g-unit-ep/id958887610 G Unit "The Beauty Of Independence" https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-beauty-of-independence-ep/id911054985

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Young Buck, TI, The Game, & Ludacris - Stomp

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Duration: 6:03
Updated: 04 Sep 2014
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KTX Productionz Presents: Young Buck ft. T.I, The Game, & Ludacris - Stomp.

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YOUNG BUCK | GOT ME ON IT | BY @BLACKFLYMUSIC

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Duration: 4:31
Updated: 06 Sep 2014
author: BlackFly Music

Even though recording artist "Young Buck" is currently in prison. That doesn't stop his music nor his movement. This time BLACKFLYMUSIC digs into the archive...

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Young Buck - "Trained To Go" [Official Music Video]

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Duration: 3:20
Updated: 05 Sep 2014
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Artist: Young Buck Song: Trained To Go Video By: Charlie P & Grean http://BlackFlyMusic.com (615) 249-8160 https://www.facebook.com/YoungBuck.

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YOUNG BUCK "IM DONE WIT YALL" VIDEO By @BLACKFLYMUSIC

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Duration: 4:06
Updated: 02 Sep 2014
author: BlackFly Music

YOUNG BUCK GIVES US A VISUAL FROM THE BACK ON MY BUCK SHIT VOL.2 MIXTAPE " IM DONE WIT YALL ". BUCK ALSO GEARING UP FOR HIS HIGHLY ANTICIAPATED B.O.M.B.S VOL...

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Young Buck - Buck Mentality (Full Album) 2014

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Duration: 73:51
Updated: 06 Sep 2014
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01 Intro 00:00 02 Devils Advocate ft. Tony Yayo 01:29 03 On Me Right Now ft. Trap Boyz 05:03 04 Murda Biz ft. Gunplay, N.o.r.e 09:45 05 Murder Music (Skit) 1...

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YOUNG BUCK "Lose My Mind"

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Duration: 3:30
Updated: 06 Sep 2014
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Young Buck's official "Lose My mind" video, from the highly anticipated, soon to be released, feature length documentary about Young Buck: "A BILLION BUCKS" ...

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Young Buck - "New Years Cake" Freestyle [Video]

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Duration: 2:35
Updated: 03 Jan 2015

Artist: Young Buck Song: "New Years Cake" Freestyle Label: Cashville Records / G Unit Video By: http://Blackflymusic.com For Booking Call 615-586-0056

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Young Buck x DJ Whoo Kid - Proud of You

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Updated: 18 May 2015

Another single off of DJ Whoo Kid & Young Buck's Mixtape "10 Bricks" releasing on May 20th! https://twitter.com/youngbuck https://twitter.com/djwhookid https://www.justwhookid.com

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YOUNG BUCK FALLS ON MOTORCYCLE IN DETROIT @ V12MOBB VIDEO SHOOT

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Updated: 03 Sep 2014
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YOUNG BUCK FALLS ON MOTORCYCLE IN DETROIT @ V12MOBB VIDEO SHOOT.

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YOUNG BUCK - "IM READY NOW" (OFFICIAL VIDEO) @BLACKFLYMUSIC

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Duration: 5:00
Updated: 05 Sep 2014
author: BlackFly Music

YOUNG BUCK " IM READY NOW " feat. Shannon Sanders Director: Charlie P https://twitter.com/#!/charliepdotcom Video by: https://twitter.com/#!/BlackFlyMusic Fo...

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Young Buck Bring My Bottles Tony Yayo,Lloyd Banks,Kidd Kidd, Live at Club NV G-Unit Weekend

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Duration: 4:15
Updated: 29 Jan 2015

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young buck get buck (live spring bling 2007)

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Updated: 06 Nov 2014

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Young Buck Performing LIVE At Club Exotic New Years Eve Party in Knoxville,TN

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Duration: 15:00
Updated: 06 Aug 2014
author: Carlos Hess

Young Buck Performing LIVE 1017 Brick Squad Hoopz from Flavor of Love At Club Exotic in Knoxville,TN New Years Eve Party Hosted By DJ Pryme Time and DJ Mooet...

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50 Cent & Young Buck - What Up Gangsta (live)

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Duration: 2:20
Updated: 31 Aug 2014
author: Giorgi Alaverdashvili

50 Cent & Young Buck - What Up Gangsta (live)

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Lil Boosie Brings Out Young Buck Live In Nashville 2014

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Duration: 2:16
Updated: 23 Aug 2014
author: Young Buck TV

Lil Boosie brings out Young Buck at his first concert since his release from prison. Live at the Nashville Municipal Auditorium.

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Young Buck Shorty Wanna Ride Performing LIVE At Club Exotic New Years Eve Party in Knoxville,TN

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Duration: 3:37
Updated: 13 Aug 2014
author: Carlos Hess

http://226filmproduction.com Young Buck Shorty Wanna Ride Performing LIVE with Hoopz from Flavor of Love At Club Exotic in Knoxville,TN New Years Eve Party H...

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Snoop Dogg Brings Out Young Buck In Nashville [2014]

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Duration: 5:23
Updated: 24 Feb 2014

Snoop Dogg comes through Nashville TN and links up with the King of Cashville "YoungBuck". Order T-Shirts at http://DopeBoyUniversity.BigCartel.com/ Follow Buck On Instagram: @buckshotz For Booking: Email Bookingbuck@gmail.com Call/Txt Charlie P 615-586-0056

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50 CENT LLoyd banks concert stunt 101/young buck

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Duration: 6:35
Updated: 02 Sep 2014
author: dariuszrz

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Young Buck & Lil Kim Freakin @ Fashion Show

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Duration: 9:37
Updated: 06 Jul 2013
author: fingazfilms

Live Footage Filmed By Mike Fingaz Dream Filmz Productionz.

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Young Buck Road Life (Snootie Wild & Kidd Kidd)

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Duration: 4:42
Updated: 01 Apr 2015

Young Buck's Road Rage Part 1 features CMG Snootie Wild, and fellow G-Unit member Kidd Kidd performing in Little Rock, AR & Hobbs, NM. Filmed By Charlie P & Grean of BlackFlyMusic. Mixtape http://www.datpiff.com/Young-Buck-Before-The-Beast-mixtape.688288.html

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Young Buck "Life" Feat. Tony Yayo & Kidd Kidd (Before The Beast Mixtape)

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Duration: 4:10
Updated: 13 Feb 2015

1. Young Buck - Life (Feat. Tony Yayo & Kidd Kidd) (Before The Beast Mixtape) Download: http://www.datpiff.com/Young-Buck-Before-The-Beast-mixtape.688288.html

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Young Buck Talks ''Live Loyal Die Rich'' Mixtape

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Duration: 5:13
Updated: 01 Jul 2014
author: Young Buck TV

Young Buck talks about his new mixtape ''Live Loyal Die Rich'' Subscribe to Young Buck TV for the latest releases https://www.youtube.com/BackOnMyBuckShit.

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Young Buck Live In Milwaukee With Pound Pushas (Part 1)

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Duration: 8:34
Updated: 27 Jul 2014
author: Young Buck TV

Young Buck & Pound Pushas Live @ Club 618 In Milwaukee, WI Subscribe to Young Buck TV for the latest releases https://www.youtube.com/BackOnMyBuckShit.

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Young Buck Performing Live at Club Atlantis

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Duration: 6:55
Updated: 29 Aug 2014
author: Young Buck TV

Young Buck live at Atlantis Event Center in Birmingham, AL. Filmed & edited by Maurice Canon of Flyy Society Media.

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YOUNG BUCK "NO PLACE FOR ME" [HD] OFFICIAL VIDEO

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Duration: 2:58
Updated: 02 Sep 2014
author: BlackFly Music

Artist: Young Buck Song: No Place For Me Album: Live Loyal Die Rich Mixtape [Directed By: Charlie P http://www.Twitter.com/charliepdotcom] VIDEO by: BLACKFLY...

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Young Buck Freestyle Live @ Rapcity 04-03-2007 )

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Duration: 1:43
Updated: 28 Aug 2014
author: Namisi J.W

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Young Buck ''Get It All'' (Live Loyal, Die Rich)

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Duration: 3:21
Updated: 19 Apr 2013
author: BackOnMyBuckShit

Off Young Buck's ''Live Loyal, Die Rich'' Mixtape Subscribe To Young Buck's Official Channel Below http://www.youtube.com/BackOnMyBuckShit Twitter: http://ww...

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Young Buck Ft. The Outlawz ''Car Clowdy'' (Live Loyal, Die Rich)

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Duration: 4:43
Updated: 09 Aug 2013
author: Young Buck TV

Young Buck - Live Loyal, Die Rich [Mixtape] Subscribe to Young Buck TV for the latest releases http://www.youtube.com/BackOnMyBuckShit.

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Young Buck - Bring My Bottles LIVE in Nashville G-Unit Reunion Concert G-Unit Weekend

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Duration: 3:05
Updated: 30 Jan 2015

Young Buck - Bring My Bottles Tony Yayo,Lloyd Banks,Kidd Kidd, Live at Club Nashville Cashville G-Unit Weekend.For Mor Live Performance Go To http://226filmproduction.com OFF OF UNDER THE UNDERGROUND DVD MAGAZINE FILMED EDITED BY C-NOTE ACN ARTS AND ENT LLC 226 FILM PRODCTION UNDER THE UNDER GROUND DVD MAG 5150 THE MOVEMENT SYCOTIC STUDIO 5150 MUSIC,EAST TENNESSEE KNOXVILLE,TN KNOXVEGAS K-TOWN OR LAY DOWN GLOCKVILLE BLOCKZVILLE 865 FOR BOOKING CALL (865)-329-6916 or 865-919-4919

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Young Buck Live In The Studio!

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Duration: 2:58
Updated: 30 Jul 2014
author: ThisIsYoungBuck

Young Buck Live In The Studio! 615!! 50 look on what you let go!

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YOUNG BUCK FROM THE STREETS OF TENNESSEE

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Duration: 7:10
Updated: 04 Aug 2013
author: cheddartv

THE REAL LIF OF YOUNG BUCK LIVE FROM THE STREETS ON TENNESSEE BEFORE THE GUNIT BEEF ESCALATED. YOUNG BUCK TOURS THE PROJECTS IN BENTLY AND RUNS INTO TO SOME ...

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V103 Dj Greg Street "Young Buck & Kidd Kidd" [Interview]

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Duration: 12:38
Updated: 08 Jan 2015

Greg Street V103 "Young Buck & Kidd Kidd" [Interview]

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Tony Yayo & Young Buck talk Industry experiences, Dipset, Fake rappers, Prison, New EP, & more

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Duration: 23:02
Updated: 13 Mar 2015

We recently got to link with Tony Yayo & Young Buck inside the G Unit headquarters. We talked with them about their new project, experiences in the industry, a possible collab with Dipset, & more. Check out the full interview and be sure to check out the rest of our interviews.

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Young Buck Explains How G-Unit Got Back Together

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Duration: 39:54
Updated: 31 Aug 2014

Young Buck sat down with Concrete Magazine for his first in-depth interview since reuniting with G-Unit. Buck explains how the reunion came about, his relationship with 50 Cent and his plans for the future. He also announces that his next studio album will be released after G-Unit. Download the new EP, The Beauty of Independence: http://smarturl.it/GUnit_TBOI Young Buck Explains How G-Unit Got Back Together Young Buck Explains How G-Unit Got Back Together Young Buck Explains How G-Unit Got Back Together Young Buck Explains How G-Unit Got Back Together Young Buck Explains How G-Unit Got Back Together Young Buck Explains How G-Unit Got Back Together Young Buck Explains How G-Unit Got Back Together Young Buck Explains How G-Unit Got Back Together G-Unit The Beauty of Independence EP G-Unit The Beauty of Independence EP G-Unit The Beauty of Independence EP G-Unit The Beauty of Independence EP G-Unit Angie Martinez G-Unit Angie Martinez G-Unit Angie Martinez G-Unit Angie Martinez Young Buck Interview Young Buck Interview Young Buck Interview Young Buck Interview G-Unit Interview G-Unit Interview G-Unit Interview G-Unit Interview

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B.A.N.N.E.D. Magazine- Young Buck

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Duration: 8:48
Updated: 13 Apr 2015

B.A.N.N.E.D. Magazine interview with Young Buck. www.bannedmag.com EXCLUSIVE!!!

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Young Buck Responds To Prodigy's VladTV Interview

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Duration: 2:55
Updated: 14 Aug 2013
author: Young Buck TV

Young Buck Responds To Prodigy's VladTV Interview Filmed By Charlie P : https://twitter.com/#!/charliepdotcom Subscribe To Young Buck's Official Youtube Chan...

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Young Buck's First Interview Since Release From Prison

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Duration: 6:03
Updated: 29 Nov 2013

Young Buck sat down for an exclusive interview with Fox News following his release from prison, the Rapper was released from federal prison in October after serving 18 months. While he was locked up Buck managed to get his GED and remained positive about his life once he regained his freedom. He spoke highly on getting back into the music industry and picking up the pieces to restructure his career.

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Young Buck - Final Ride (Full Documentary)

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Duration: 17:13
Updated: 05 Sep 2014
author: Young Buck TV

Exclusive: Young Buck gives his last interview as he travels 7 hours to Yazoo City, Mississippi where he is currently serving 18 months in the city's Federal...

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Young Buck & Kidd Kidd Speak on G-Unit First Reuniting; 'Before the Beast'; 'The Beast is G-Unit'

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Duration: 8:20
Updated: 03 Mar 2015

Stay tuned for part 2! Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Young Buck & Kidd Kidd for an exclusive interview! Young Buck & Kidd Kidd speak on "Before The Beast" & "The Beast is G-Unit", the grind & much more!

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G-Unit Young Buck Hot 107.9 Interview With Dj Drama Atlanta

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Duration: 9:49
Updated: 17 Nov 2014

Young Buck links with Atlanta's Hot 107.9 Dj Drama to premiere new record from G-Unit's upcoming EP "The Beast". Purchase "The Beauty Of Independence" EP Now https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-beauty-of-independence-ep/id911054985 Beat By: Certified Trunk Bangers http://Twitter.com/CTBorNothing http://Instagram.com/buckshotz http://Instagram.com/djdrama http://Instagram.com/charlie1080p

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G-Unit "Young Buck & Kidd Kidd" Detroit 107.5 [Radio]

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Duration: 12:48
Updated: 03 Feb 2015

G-Unit "Young Buck" & "Kidd Kidd" interview at Detroit's 107.5 talks "The Beast" EP Dropping March 3rd and singles "Big Body Benz" & "Bring My Bottles".

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Jabari interviews G-Unit (Part 4) 50 Cent speaks about Young Buck & The Game

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Duration: 8:07
Updated: 20 Jul 2013
author: Jabari Johnson

Jabari talks to 50 Cent about Young Buck and The Game and how each artist did not work in the G-Unit group.

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YOUNG BUCK: BLOWHIPHOPTV.COM

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Duration: 7:23
Updated: 22 Oct 2010

Throwback interview with Young Buck who at the time was still signed with G-Unit, praising 50 Cent for saving him from Cash Money, and repping "Ten A Key." In the brief interview Buck details his struggles in life and also his early years in the music business.

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Westwood - Young Buck message to 50 Cent 1Xtra

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Duration: 5:59
Updated: 02 Sep 2014
author: timwestwoodtv

Young Buck speaks on 50 Cent, Rick Ross, The Game, G-Unit split & more on the Westwood 1Xtra show.

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Young Buck - My Interview

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Duration: 3:41
Updated: 20 Nov 2011

Young Buck - Still Ten-A-Key (Mixtape) Subscribe to Young Buck TV for the latest releases https://www.youtube.com/BackOnMyBuckShit

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Young Buck Says Upcoming Bun B Collab Will Be His BIGGEST Record of His Career

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Duration: 7:00
Updated: 01 Apr 2015

Watch part 1, Young Buck & Kidd Kidd Speak on G-Unit First Reuniting; 'Before the Beast'; 'The Beast is G-Unit' https://youtu.be/t7il_9QTJps Watch part 2, Young Buck & Kidd Kidd Speak on Ma$e; Success; 50 Maintaining His Bond https://youtu.be/u26bd7NyGHg Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Young Buck & Kidd Kidd for an exclusive interview! Young Buck & Kidd Kidd speak on if they ever doubted their selves, G-Unit being one of the last unified groups in the game, rumors of Pimp C being signed to G-Unit & much more!

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Young Buck Interview From Raw Report Vol5!!!!!! Pt.1

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Duration: 6:20
Updated: 10 Mar 2013
author: dchottie

Young Buck Interview talks about game and more.

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Young Buck Interview From Raw Report Vol5!!!!!! Pt.2

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Duration: 5:58
Updated: 28 Apr 2007

Part 2!!!!!!!

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Zuse on His Name; T.I. Believing in Him; Young Buck; Tech N9ne

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Duration: 10:29
Updated: 23 Feb 2015

Stay tuned for part 2! Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Zuse for an exclusive interview! Zuse on speaking on his name, T.I. believing in him, Young Buck, influences & much more! Follow @iamzuse @jackthriller @thisis50

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Young Buck & Kidd Kidd Speak on Ma$e; Success; 50 Maintaining His Bond

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Duration: 7:55
Updated: 16 Mar 2015

Stay tuned for part 3! Watch part 1, Young Buck & Kidd Kidd Speak on G-Unit First Reuniting; 'Before the Beast'; 'The Beast is G-Unit' https://youtu.be/t7il_9QTJps Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Young Buck & Kidd Kidd for an exclusive interview! Young Buck & Kidd Kidd speak on how they felt when Ma$e was about to be apart of G-Unit , success, 50 Cent maintaining his bond & much more!

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50 Cent Confirms G-Unit Reunion With Young Buck

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Duration: 4:40
Updated: 01 Jun 2014

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D Tay Talks Trap, Rap & G-Unit Days [Interview]

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Duration: 3:26
Updated: 29 Oct 2014

Platinum recording artist "D Tay" talks dropping out of High School and jumping head first in the rap game with a classic southern duo "Young Buck & D Tay". Journeying from the to Cashmoney Records, Triple 6ix Mafia and 50 Cents G-Unit. Watch as D Tay explains his growth & development over the years. Even recaps a time when he & G-Unit were arrested on gun possession in NYC and had to stay the night in jail.

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Young Buck on meeting 50 Cent

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Duration: 1:29
Updated: 26 Mar 2008

(this is a snippet...) From the QD3 archives check out this exclusive interview with Young Buck who tells us how he met 50 Cent. Log onto http://qd3.com/?releaseid=268351219 to watch the entire clip. Also, don't forget to subscribe to our YouTube channel!

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Young Buck - 10 Bullets (Full Mixtape)

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Duration: 31:11
Updated: 07 Apr 2015

WORLD PREMIERE!! Download: Young Buck - 10 Bullets On DatPiff http://piff.me/606d143 1. Young Buck - Always Stay Strap'd (0:00) 2. Young Buck - Lean And Molly (2:19) 3. Young Buck - Not This Time (5:04) 4. Young Buck - Lemme See It (8:34) 5. Young Buck - Dope Boy (12:04) 6. Young Buck - Hoes And A Ounce (15:19) 7. Young Buck - Shooters (18:39) 8. Young Buck - Like I Love Her (21:09) 9. Young Buck - Craccin And Poppin (24:09) 10. Young Buck - Since Way Back (26:49)

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Young Buck Talks 10 Pints Mixtape, Confederate Flag, Jadakiss, Cold Corner 3 & More W/ DJ Whoo Kid

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Duration: 31:18
Updated: 30 Jun 2015

Young Buck calls into "The Whoolywood Shuffle" for an Interview with DJ Whoo Kid, DJ Cesar, & Nickilicous On Shade 45 They also debuted Young Buck - "Myself" (Feat. Jadakiss).

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Most Fight Celeb hiphop - 50 cent ,busta,the game,snoop,young buck - Epic Fight Rapper

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Duration: 20:51
Updated: 07 Apr 2015

WHO IS THE MAN NIGA? BEST STREET FIGHT IN HOOD [WSHH] PLEASE SUBSCRIBE. Remember to SUBSCRIBE, LIKE, & SHARE my videos!! Thanks! *Lil Wayne , TI , pitbull,chingy and . Remember to SUBSCRIBE, LIKE, & SHARE my videos!! Thanks! Most Fight Celeb hiphop 50 cent ,bust,the game,snoop,young buck Fight fight girl fight street fight fights fight club girl fights. Best Ghetto Street Fight 2014! ▻Subscribe: BEST 2014 STREET FIGHT AND .

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The Outlawz Young Buck - Warrior Music (2013) (Full Mixtape) (+download) (New)

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Duration: 81:36
Updated: 05 Sep 2014
author: MMGBRM

Warrior Music-The Outlawz & Young Buck Mixtape Tracks 1.Young Buck - Rage 2.Outlawz, Young Buck- Outlaw 4 Life 3.Outlawz,Young Buck -Dyen Tonite 4.Outlawz, Y...

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Young Buck - 10 Bricks [FULL Mixtape] Leaked

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Duration: 30:48
Updated: 13 May 2015

Young Buck - 10 Bricks [FULL Mixtape] Leaked

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Young Buck - On The Road To Platinum (Documentary)

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Duration: 27:35
Updated: 11 Apr 2014

JT The Bigga Figga creates a detailed documentary about the Nashville rising star Young Buck. Using exclusive footage the two take you on a journey through several states on the Road to Platinum.

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50 Cent On Diddy Vs. Drake, Young Buck's Parole Violation, Carmelo Anthony & More

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Duration: 28:57
Updated: 28 May 2015

Remember to rate, comment, share & SUBSCRIBE!!! http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=ABourneWinner 50 Cent is in the Real 92.3 studio to talk to Big Boy! The rapper, actor, and business mogul is here to discuss his role as Kanan on the TV series "Power", the rumored beef with Taraji P. Henson, watching the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight in Vegas, and more! Check out our full video catalog here: https://www.youtube.com/user/ABourneWinner/video

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Young Buck - Back On My Buck Shit (Full Mixtape)

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Duration: 60:36
Updated: 03 Sep 2014
author: Tennessee Hip Hop (Tri-City's)

Playlist Track (1) Young Buck Intro 0:00 - 1:20 Track (2) Did You Miss Me 1:21 - 5:35 Track (3) Way Out Here 5:36 - 8:42 Track (4) Everythings On Sale 8:43 -...

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Young Buck - Case Dismissed - The Introduction Of G-Unit South (FULL MIXTAPE + DOWNLOAD LINK) (2006)

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Duration: 60:46
Updated: 23 Feb 2015

DOWNLOAD LINK: http://www.datpiff.com/Young-Buck-Case-Dismissed-The-Introduction-of-G-unit-South-mixtape.186.html TRACKLIST: 1. 0:00 Case Dismissed!!! 2. 1:35 Come & Catch Me featuring Lil' Scrappy & All Star 3. 6:41 You Can Get It Too featuring D-Tay 4. 10:22 Real Niggas Across The World 5. 11:43 Here We Come featuring D-Tay, Lil Murder & Hi-C 6. 14:56 I Need A Freak 7. 19:04 Move It Like I Do featuring D-Tay & Hi-C 8. 22:39 Once A Month!!! 9. 23:13 Postin Up featuring Shannon Sanders 10. 26:34 Where The Haters At featuring All Star, Lil Murda & Hi-C 11. 30:00 I'll Be Back 12. 33:46 Let's Get Dirty featuring D-Tay, Lil Murda & Hi-C 13. 36:25 G-Unit South 14. 39:15 G Shit featuring All Star 15. 40:48 Hood Love 16. 44:04 Money In The Bank featuring Lil' Scrappy 17. 48:00 Sippin Purp featuring D-Tay 18. 51:30 Pop A Pill featuring D-Tay, Lil Murder & Hi-C 19. 54:43 We The Fuck Outta Here! 20. 56:28 War Witcha Homeboy 21. 59:49 Shout Out To Pimp C & Project Pat

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Young Buck - 10 Bricks ( Full Mixtape ) (+ Download link )

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Duration: 37:14
Updated: 26 May 2015

Young Buck 10 Bricks Mixtape Download it here: http://adf.ly/1Hs0Ov @MixtapeDoey Tracklist (+ Timestamps) 1. Intro (0:00) 2. Flex (0@16) 3. Refill (3:11) 4. Proud Of You (6:37) 5. Timeout (10:07) 6. Move Around (13:40) 7. Not Comin Home (15:59) 8. Don't Come Around (19:06) 9. All Night (23:24) 10. I'm Workin (26:24) 11. Get Ya Money Right (29:22) 12. 50 Cent - Get Low (33:16) Young Buck Intro Young Buck Flex Young Buck Refill Young Buck Proud Of You Young Buck Timeout Young Buck Move Around Young Buck Not Comin Home Young Buck Don't Come Around Young Buck All Night Young Buck I'm Workin Young Buck Get Ya Money Right 50 Cent Get Low Young Buck - 10 Bricks Young Buck 10 Bricks Young Buck 10 Bricks Mixtape 10 Bricks Mixtape Young Buck Mixtape Young Buck Ten Bricks Young Buck Rapper

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♫ Young Buck 2014 - Buck Mentality HQ ♫

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Duration: 74:00
Updated: 15 Sep 2014

2014 New Young Buck Mixtap High Quality + David Brown pictures. http://AdrenalineQC.com for a lot more!! Please SUBSCRIBE. Intro 0:01 Devils Advocate ft. Tony Yayo 1:29 On Me Right Now ft. Trap Boyz 5:01 Murda Biz ft. Gunplay, N.O.R.E. 9:42 Murder Music ft. 50 Cent 12:52 Back At It ft. Pzy Boi 18:05 Out In A Blaze ft. Outlawz, 2Pac 21:14 Gettin' Back 25:46 I Be On That 27:14 Tonite ft. Outlawz 31:26 Runnin' That Check Up 35:51 Gun Walk 39:02 Rubberband Banks 40:37 Smoke ft. Ky-Mani Marley 44:07 Yasss Bitch 48:09 Seperation 51:27 Walk Thru 53:23 Trained To Go 57:22 Rage (Skit) 1:00:43 Rage ft. Marvin Gaye 1:01:17 Choppa On Deck ft. C-Bo, Yukmouth 1:05:21 Rolling Stone 1:09:23

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Young Buck - Before The Beast [Full Mixtape Album] (+Download)

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Duration: 25:08
Updated: 13 Feb 2015

Listen and Download This Mixtape for Free @ http://www.MixJoint.com - Select Tracks Below Young Buck - Before The Beast Mixtape Tracklist -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 00:00:00 1. Life Ft. Tony Yayo, Kidd Kidd (Prod. by Bandplay) by Young Buck 00:04:09 2. Count Me Out (Prod. by Bandplay) by Young Buck 00:07:40 3. Been Dat Nigga (Prod. by Drumma Boy) by Young Buck 00:10:31 4. Pull Up Ft. Boosie Badazz, Cap 1 (Prod. by True Wealth of Drum Squad) by Young Buck 00:14:13 5. Ain't Gone Fool Me Ft. Trae Tha Truth (Prod. by Sonny Digital) by Young Buck 00:17:51 6. Push (Prod. by Drumma Boy) by Young Buck 00:20:25 7. Exclusive Ft. Lloyd Banks, Yo Gotti, Lil Reese (Prod. by Doe Pesci) by Young Buck

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Wildstyle Young Buck On Wild 'N Out

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Duration: 56:48
Updated: 22 May 2015

Wild N Out Episode Young Buck HD Wild N Out Episode Young Buck HD Wild N Out Episode Young Buck HD [FULL EPİSODE] Wild N Out Episode Young Buck . WATCH THIS /watch?v=az4hikgHPag Full Credit To MTV Young Buck On Wild 'N Out Presented By Nick Cannon.. Black Squad Vs Red Squad Who Is Better? Wild N Out Episode Young Buck HD Wild N Out Episode Young Buck HD Wild N Out Episode Young Buck HD [FULL EPİSODE] Wild N Out Episode Young Buck . Wild N Out Episodes,Wild N Out Full Episodes Nick Cannon Presents: Wild 'N Out is an American sketch comedy and improv television series that was created .

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Young Buck - 10 Bullets (2015 Full Mixtape CDQ Dirty) @YoungBuck @IAmBandPlay

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Updated: 07 Apr 2015

G-Unit's own Young Buck follows up his Before the Beast mixtape with a new one entitled 10 Bullets. The project contains 10 songs with production from Insayne Wayne, Bandplay, Street Orchestra and Drumma Boy. Purchase the NO DJ version from iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/10-bullets/id983296210?ign-mpt=uo%3D8 Tracklist: 1.Always Stay Strap'd 2.Lean And Molly 3.Not This Time 4.Lemme See It 5.Dope Boy 6.Hoes And A Ounce 7.Shooters 8.Like I Love Her 9.Craccin And Poppin 10.Since Way Back Follow Young Buck on Twitter and Instagram @YoungBuck @BuckShotz https://instagram.com/buckshotz/ https://twitter.com/youngbuck

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Young Buck - Zero Fucks Given 2014

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Updated: 23 Oct 2014

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Young Buck Talks G-Unit Reunion, Eminem, Dr Dre, Label Deals, & More W/ DJ Whoo Kid

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Duration: 37:01
Updated: 16 Aug 2014
author: Moneybagsblake

Young Buck Calls Into G-Unit Radio's "Whoolywood Shuffle" On Shade 45 With DJ Whoo Kid.

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Detail of the mountain and carving with park visitors. At Stone Mountain, Georgia, United States.

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Let Freedom 'Finally' Ring from Stone Mountain: Removing Other White Supremacy Symbols

WorldNews.com

21 Jul 2015

Article by WN.com Correspondent Dallas Darling. When Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. declared. "Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain," he and his audience understood how stories and monuments about the past have power over both present and future realities ... Accordingly, and coming on the heels of the removal of the Confederate battle flag over South Carolina's State House, the NAACP's Atlanta chapter has again resurrected Dr ... He was right ... 264....

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FILE - The Sept. 20, 2013 file photo shows a customer configuring the fingerprint scanner technology built into iPhone 5S at an Apple store in Wangfujing shopping district in Beijing.

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Apple and IBM release 10 new apps, incorporating analytics and iBeacons

PC World

22 Jul 2015

Apple and IBM’s enterprise partnership has yielded 10 new apps, including one that targets business travellers and others that make use of predictive analytics and iBeacons. The companies said last July they were working together to build apps for industries like health care, retail, and insurance. IBM also said it would sell and support Apple hardware ... With the latest announcement, the companies have launched almost three dozen apps....

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** FILE ** In this Feb. 11, 2009 file photo, actress Demi Moore arrives for premiere of the competition movie "Happy Tears" at the Berlinale in Berlin.

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Demi Moore in 'shock' over swimming pool death

BBC News

20 Jul 2015

20 July 2015. From the section US & Canada. Moore said her heart went out to the victim's loved ones ... Edenilson Steven Valle's body was found floating in the pool on Sunday ... "My heart goes out to this young man's family and friends." ... ....

photo: AP / Ariel Schalit

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Flying gun: US air authorities investigate gun-firing drone created by teenager

South China Morning Post

22 Jul 2015

The Federal Aviation Administration is investigating a viral Internet video showing a home-made drone firing a handgun in the Connecticut countryside. The 15-second video called “Flying Gun,” which has been watched nearly two million times, has sparked fresh debate about the still largely unregulated world of civilian drones in the United States ... WATCH. The "flying gun" created by engineering student Austin Haughwout ... ....

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A garbage truck moves past rubble in front of the earthquake damaged Vintners Collective multi-winery tasting room Monday, Aug. 25, 2014, in Napa, Calif.

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California Earthquake: 4.0 Earthquake Jolts People From Their Slumber, Several Aftershocks Reported

The Inquisitr

21 Jul 2015

The epicenter of the earthquake was reported to be located 3km (2mi) NorthEast of the town of Fremont, California. Other regions close to the epicenter include Union City, Newark, Pleasanton, and Sacramento. Several people in the area were woken up by the earthquake following which there was panic. No reports of injuries or damage to property have been reported so far ... ....

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An Irishman’s Diary about the Ulster final

The Irish Times

22 Jul 2015

My father was a mere 22-year-old when Monaghan won the Ulster Football Championship in 1938. Ulster titles were still a fairly routine occurrence for the county then, and All-Irelands must have seemed likely sooner or later ... This survived even the heady heights of 1985, when Nudie Hughes & Co nearly toppled Kerry, and the young bucks among us thought it was only a matter of time before we went all the way ... Crazed optimism....

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Eden: 'There was no film that took club culture seriously'

The Guardian

21 Jul 2015

Mia Hansen-Løve’s nightlife drama celebrates the euphoria of dance music but doesn’t shy away from showing what happens when the party’s over. The central scene in Mia Hansen-Løve’s Eden doesn’t last very long ... Related ... Related ... The second part of the story is set after the party is over, when garage music is the most unfashionable thing in town and Paul is no longer a young buck but a man approaching middle age alone ... ....

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'Cut Bank' a terrific throwback crime thriller on DVD

The Examiner

17 Jul 2015

"Cut Bank" is the best Coen Brothers movie the Coen Brothers never made. Imagine "Blood Simple" meeting "Fargo" and you've got a pretty good idea of what you're in for. And it's a treat ... They pull it off splendidly with a superb cast of three old veterans and one young buck. That young buck is Thor's brother, Liam Hemsworth ... "Cut Bank" is classic noir and more ... ....

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Ancient black mastiff on death row in spite of sweet, gentle nature

The Examiner

17 Jul 2015

A volunteer visited with "Grandpa" as he might have been named. The name he was given is actually Davey, and he is the extremely old mastiff found as a stray who was featured in an article yesterday. Although nothing certain is known about his past, he is emaciated. His teeth are worn down. His hips are painful ... You stay right at my side as we go back in, paying no mind to the young bucks we pass – they’ve got nothing on you anyway ... ....

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Kim Kardashian on the cover of Rolling Stone? It’s the death of rock’n’roll!

The Guardian

16 Jul 2015

As a general rule, Lost in Showbiz doesn’t like contradicting a lady with a massive tattoo of Jesus on her chest, but come on, Sinéad! Can the Day the Music Died really be upon us when there are young bucks like that strutting around town, playing rock’n’roll the like of which has never been heard before in all its long history?....

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A new lead vocalist? (Milwaukee Bucks)

Public Technologies

15 Jul 2015

Milwaukee Bucks). Greg Monroe won't play his first game for the Milwaukee Bucks until at least October, but he has already had his first workout ... Kidd addressed what he expects Monroe to bring to the young Bucks roster ... "They (the Bucks) were there last year, even without Jabari (Parker) ... Monroe seemed to have fun with the experience, but that deep voice of his could become seriously invaluable to the young Bucks team he has joined....

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The artists who destroyed their own work

BBC News

15 Jul 2015

Will Gompertz Arts editor. 15 July 2015. From the section Entertainment & Arts ... But that's tantamount to trashing a million bucks! ... He knocked on Willem de Kooning's studio door and was welcomed by the stern face of the Dutch-American master who wanted to know why this young buck was bothering him ... De Kooning growled, said he didn't approve, and then acquiesced on the grounds that young artists should be allowed to experiment ... 1953 ... ....

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In developing Kristaps Porzingis and building New York Knicks, Phil Jackson takes long view

Canberra Times

15 Jul 2015

When Monroe chose small-market Milwaukee and its stable of talented young Bucks over "the mystery" of New York, it signaled that the big-city spotlight is no longer enough for players eager to win and get paid ... He's a young guy....

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Justin Bieber Gets Crazy, Sexy, Cool For ‘Interview’ Mag Photo Shoot

The Inquisitr

15 Jul 2015

Many will likely want to ponder over the interview and epically wild photo shoot. Here are six highlights. 1. Humble beginnings in Stratford, Ontario ... The rest is ongoing history ... Stewart’s exit line mused that the singer’s his racy shoot will make “every girl in America” want” him, before the 73-year-old lifestyle guru told the young buck, “I think you have too many girlfriends to choose from.” ... ....

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Vasquez proves point with team-first mentality (Milwaukee Bucks)

Public Technologies

13 Jul 2015

Milwaukee Bucks) ... The Milwaukee Bucks' acquisition of Greivis Vasquez on June 25 - the night of the 2015 NBA Draft - could become a classic example ... Bucks General Manager John Hammond expressed excitement over the acquisition of Vasquez ... Hammond looks forward to seeing what Vasquez brings to the young Bucks, who showed glimpses of how good they could be when they passed the ball cohesively during 2014-15....

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50 Cent Announces He’s Broke AF And Twitter Thinks It’s Hilarious

VH1

13 Jul 2015

50 Cent has filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy, which makes zero cents, considering he was estimated to be worth $155 million just two months ago. 50 recently had to pay up $5 million to Lastonia Leviston, Rick Ross’ baby mama, after posting a sex tape of her without her permission ... Not that Twitter cares ... He seems like such a lovely, kind-hearted young man ... roundup. Ten years ago, we had 50 Cent, Young Buck and Lloyd Banks ... Okay, good....

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Van Koeverden, Oldershaw paddling it forward

Toronto Sun

10 Jul 2015

Some days, it might be a young buck asking multiple Olympic-medal winning kayaker Adam van Koeverden how many chin-ups he can do ... “Success fosters success and you just grow up with it. I love it. I wish I could do more ... They seem to enjoy it and it’s fun for us.” ... It’s quite a change from the time van Koeverden’s mom dragged a young Adam to the club, hoping it would be a place to burn off nervous energy....

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West Virginia man fined $300 for keeping two wild deer in his house

Syracuse

09 Jul 2015

A West Virginia man was recently fined $300 for keeping two wild deer – one, a six-point buck; the other, a young buck – in his house as pets. Ronnie Chapman of Ona, a rural community about 25 miles west of the state Capital, Charleston, said it all started when he "he found a deer bleeding to death in his yard a couple of years ago and nursed it back to health," according to a story on ksdk.com.   ... ....

Top Young Buck, It's Not Ok

[Intro:]
"Ay yo, what up? It's Young Buck people!
Dirty South stand up mayne, Eastcoast let's go,
Westside let's ride!
Oh... I'm good, It's two sides of every story nigga."
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Push your bubs pipes, your life get wiped away, it's a
price you pay to wear that ice today.
So that say we ain't shit cause we clamin' the corner.
Well sorry you don't live, where I live your honor.
The feds don't care, look what they did to drama and
what they gon' do, if we collect Obama.
The reason I say, we livin' in last day's, cause shawty
got aids givin' pussy away.
Maybe I should stab another nigga for DRE
Or be the DJ to get some radio play,
If I walk right pass ya with nothing to say, holla back
another day, cause I'm not okay.
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Momma always told me every day is like this
So when you grow up, don't play that shit.
Daddy always told me every day is like this
He say "Son don't you play that shit"
And I know, if I go, one of you motherfuckers is comin'
with me,
Somebody gon' die to night, my mind ain't right
Stop fucking with me, you can't see that I'm not okay.
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Temperature rising, barely surviving', kill with no
hidin', they shootin' when I ridin'
There comes a time, when the sun goes down, the killers
come out, the cowards can't be found.
Animal instinct, I smell bitch niggas, before they make
it to me, I know how to deal with em'
Last year wasn't fair, I was almost there, made more in
the streets then my own rap carrie
When the camaras ain't on nigga, I ain't hole and my
presents ain't shown nigga, I ain't gon'
Buck gettin' to the money homie, I ain't row and the
drow time comin',
But you know I'm on, holla back!
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Momma always told me every day is like this
So when you grow up, don't play that shit.
Daddy always told me every day is like this
He say "Son don't you play that shit"
And I know, if I go, one of you motherfuckers is comin'
with me,
Somebody gon' die to night, my mind ain't right
Stop fucking with me, you can't see that I'm not okay.
[speakin': Young Buck]
"I mean... I done speak it for it self.
What you see, is what you get and
What you hear is, what it is... For me anyway, I'm
doin' me.
DRE! What up homie? Em... Oh man, you know you my nigga
mayne.
Ay! Just sayin' dough, look it, look it where we at...
It's cool, ha ha haa cause I'm good man.
I'm in the streets... And my daughter... I mean my kids
gon' eat regardless homie.
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Momma always told me every day is like this
So when you grow up, don't play that shit.
Daddy always told me every day is like this
He say "Son don't you play that shit"
And I know, if I go, one of you motherfuckers is comin'
with me,
Somebody gon' die to night, my mind ain't right

Top Young Buck, Mr 615

eh yeh ain't gotta fucking me
cause I ain't fucking witcha
I'm riding dirty with this work and my mother picture
.40 cal under my shirt and another pistol
Fuck a friend all of yall come and get your issue
Phone calls from a pen real niggas witcha
They say they shed a couple tears cause a nigga miss ya
Avoiding hoe's, no award shows? they been asking
Where the boy go, can he even pay his taxes?
Only lord knows where he do to get the dough
50 tell it buck is jealous and the nigga broke
but we've just seen him, and we hearing what that nigga wrote
that nigga ballin even if he is sniffin coke
they planning on my downfall trying to sink my boat
but what a nigga come from i don't think they know
put some niggas in the game and they turned on me
For the money and the fame, you gonna learn homie
I pray to god for these hater
hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater,
laugh now, cry later nigga
hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater,
laugh now, cry later nigga
Yeah bitch I fucking her when you was fucking him
If you don't wanna fuck with me then hoe fuck it then
Dopeboy on the streets hustlin again
You pussy niggas wanna beef, we can get it in
Black tar heron' where ya veins at?
Hitchu with this shit and show you why I came back
Hanging out the window bustin on the freeway
I'm with my homie it was his quarter key qway
If Obama got a plan nigga where it at
Cuz it's a drought, and nobody know where it's at
But in the south what we lose, we just get it back
we listen to scarface he motivate blacks
then we make stacks, and fuck the cops they can die too
before you hide me bitch we gonna hide you
these rappers don't fuck with the streets like I do
It's all good Imma still stand beside you, I ain't no hater
hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater,
laugh now, cry later nigga
hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater,
laugh now, cry later nigga
Don't look at me
cause I ain't giving niggas nothing else
Show'em love and they leave me by my fucking self
My heart cold and I know it will never melt
I just gotta play the cards that a nigga dealt
Widen strips cut dawg through the whole day
Riding dirty in a rental with the wrong tag
Presidential in the gutter where they doing bad
Concentrate on what I got, fuck what I had
Dirty south is on top and some niggas mad
Go take a trip to the field, you can get your swag
Yeah I'm glad they kick me out the fucking group
Cause now the world see I'm the mothafucking truth
Got the streets like dam homie what happen to you
I bet this conversation now they probably tappin it too
I get paper, if you so major
Your team ain't shit without a number one playa
We heard y'all
hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater,
laugh now, cry later nigga
hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater,
laugh now, cry later nigga

Top Young Buck, 4 Kings

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

Top Young Buck, Teach 'em Bout Playin'

[Young Buck:]
Yeah I done seen this before
Nigga this ain't woe
Until your brains all over the floor
You fuck niggas out of line
But yall know I'm one of a kind
A hundred shots comin' at one time it go (brrrrat!)
Get back, you fuckin' with a grown ass man
I came by myself so alone I stand
Don't let them gas you
These shells won't pass you
So pick up the phone I got some questions to ask you
I'm doin what I have to do, these niggas hatin'
I'm stationed, posted, patiently waitin'
See money ain't shit nigga you can be touched
You watchin' Godfather movies too much
I'm bout to push that button
You know when niggas come from everywhere
Grape Street get ready
Purple rags in the air, I don't care
Lets take it there, I'm gon' ride
I'm hittin every motherfucker outside
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll die for this G-Unit shit so what you
sayin 50?
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll ride for this G-Unit shit till the fed's
come get me
[Young Buck:]
Niggas can't fuck with me, nor can they say "Fuck 50"
I'll poke a nigga's ass up quickly
So all yall miss me with the latest hip-hop street news
About what my man said on Miss Jones interview
What you do, is open up the Billboard charts
I got the number one rap album so far
I'm on the cover of the XXL giving em hell
What I'm sayin, is Buck got records to sell
I'm not playin, just layin in the Maserati gitted up
Hell'll freeze before the G-Unit splits up
Banks at the bank, Yayo gettin' dough, and I'll buck ya
down
Soon 50 holla (yo come on)
This is family, I don't know what you been told
Even our worst sellin albums, still went gold
And I made a few million before I picked up the mic
So if you gon' hate me, get your shit right
(motherfuckers)
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll die for this G-Unit shit so what you
sayin 50?
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll ride for this G-Unit shit till the fed's
come get me
[C-Bo:]
Buck say fuck it so fuck 'em
Load the K's up, lit them Trey's up
These niggas is pussy, virgins, they ain't been fucked
before
Hundred rounds in the mac, they ain't been bucked
before
Big fish in the water, Jaws, I'll slaughter ya man
Till the clique, all my arter was jammed
So butterfly, keep ya nine cocked
Cuz I could do time slots
Did mines like Tookie smilin with mine's, pa
And yeah I heard about the streets and stompin
Ain't nothin like the gardens of the streets of Compton
Yeah, hes a fruitcake
He thinks he can take 10 shots like 50 and come out
with a 2-fake
And I got the scoop for the men hood
Said you had a suit sign on your head last time you was
in the hood
Now you wanna front like you really stompin it
Boston, keep talkin we gon' take you to Compton, nigga
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll die for this G-Unit shit so what you
sayin 50?
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll ride for this G-Unit shit till the fed's

Top Young Buck, Gunz Go Bang

[Chorus-Young Buck]
Shots ran down, if you aint got a gun
Then you dont want none then that ass better run
You can get hit in the middle of this shit
Bullets dont have no eyes when them muthafuckas come
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Squeeze the trigger nigga, do the damn thing
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Anybody can get it, thats all im sayin
[Verse-Young Buck]
Two Fo-Five's, tattood on my side
You'll die nigga, before i lose my pride
I dont hide nigga, This aint a bulletproof ride
I be out shit, before any nigga wanna try
Aint a vest that they make that can take a chopper
A unsolved mystery if its done proper
Partna, look what happened to Jimmy Hoffer
They still aint found his ass so who shot em
AK'z i got em, i mean alot of em
I got it lookin like Fort Knox in this bitch
A .40 Cal glock shoot 32 shots
Cant tell me i aint ready to get in some shit
Make a lane for me, homie get out the way
Been outta control and i aint got no brakes
Like a G would, i just do it for the hood
If i rob you, then my whole block could
[Chorus-Young Buck]
Shots ran down, if you aint got a gun
Then you dont want none then that ass better run
You can get hit in the middle of this shit
Bullets dont have no eyes when them muthafuckas come
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Squeeze the trigger nigga, do the damn thing
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Anybody can get it, thats all im sayin
[Verse-Lil' Fame]
Yo i been fuckin with these Brownville niggas for a long long time
We put it down for a long long time
Scufflin these streets for a long long time, and aint too many fuckin with mine
Now i been spittin at you bitches for a long long time
Gettin at you bitches for a long long time
Brownsville stat, head patrol, anti-actional
Thats how i do it yall, thats how i duz it
Dont give a fuck (blllllaaattt) if you blood or 'causein
Keep ya ear tuned, nigga i be dancin with the grim reaper
Stuck in this bitch gettin reefer
So, gangsta with it with the face the
Face the boogy with the gangstas, gangsta boogy come on
Every street nigga aint a rapper
And every rapper aint a street nigga, so holla at me
[Chorus-Young Buck]
Shots ran down, if you aint got a gun
Then you dont want none then that ass better run
You can get hit in the middle of this shit
Bullets dont have no eyes when them muthafuckas come
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Squeeze the trigger nigga, do the damn thing
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Anybody can get it, thats all im sayin
[Verse-Billy Danze]
Dont bitch out now nigga, you see comin with the magnum
Heavy copper tops SPIT, clear out ya block QUICK
M.O.P. faggot we at it again with G-UNIT!!
Look, roll up in ya truck and i'll pump sumthin thru it
CASHVILLE, Buck said they love me
'cause im side steppin and grippin my weapon when its ugly
And yall cant touch me, easy how you rub me
I'll show you the meaning of what a true thug mean
Brooklyn, home to the black bags and the white sheets
Its where we be position niggas of their feet
Its rugged in the street, FA' SHO!
We learn to, kick off a clip and open ya shit at the door
No sudden moves, dont do it
You'll get foul chopped in a bag and stuffed in a Buick
The moral of the story is We Get To It
Where the G's roll, and dude i never walk alone
[Chorus-Young Buck]
Shots ran down, if you aint got a gun
Then you dont want none then that ass better run
You can get hit in the middle of this shit
Bullets dont have no eyes when them muthafuckas come
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Squeeze the trigger nigga, do the damn thing
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Anybody can get it, thats all im sayin

Top Young Buck, C'mon Marianne

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

Top Young Buck, Bye Bye Baby ( Baby Goodbye )

[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

Top Young Buck, Buy Your Dope From Me

(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*)

Top Young Buck, All By Myself

(feat. 50 cent)
[Young Buck:] Yeah
[50 Cent:] Man Ive Been Tellin' Niggas Over And Over
[Young Buck:] Ayo Waddup Niggas
[50 Cent:] Do Not Play Wit This Nigga Man
[Young Buck:] Ayo Man There Be A Lotta Niggas Out Here, Talkin Bout They Got Beef With G-Unit And You Know I Be Seeing These Niggas, I Be By Myself And Shit, Niggas Be Like A Hundred Deep And Shit, I Be Like Wassup Nigga Dem Niggas Be Like Nah Man, It Aint Like Dat
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Look Up Its A Full Moon
The Sound Of The Wind Blowin
And You Dont Know You Bout To Get Killed
But I Been Knowin
The Nights Still Young
I Might As Well Come Round Midnight
Just Me All By My Lonely
My Homies Gonna Sit Tight
Im Workin Wit A Pocket And Just A Lil Bit Of Gas Money
But Bet I Come Back
Wit What Dem Niggas Done Snatch From Me
My Crip And Blood Thugs Wanna Get Witcha
They Mad At Me
Cuzz Im Tellin Dem Its Personal Nigga
I Wanna See If This Mothafucka Want It Wit Me
So On Three Ima Hop Up Out Dis Suv
If U Around Em
N U Feel Like You Down Wit Em
Juss Soon As This Round Hit Em
Ya Lay In Da Ground Wit Em
Awaitin By Satan
And Being Carried By The Lord
What My Life Cost Bill Gates Couldnt Even Afford
Aint Nuttin Stoppin Reprocutions If I Die
This Aint Got Nuttin To Do Wit Dr. Dre Muthafucka
Its You And I
[Chorus:]
I Dont Need 10 Niggas Wit Me
I Dont Run, Echo, Get Da Police
I Will Do It Myself
You Know Me
Ima Muthafuckin G
If Its Beef Bitch Nigga Will See
I Will It 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 Wit Me
But They Already Know How I Be
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
In The Beginning
I Was Humble Just Thankful For Makin It Out The Jungle
I Never Ever Said Nuttin On Dis Mic I Didnt Want To
Ima Soldier
And Soon As 50 Gives Me A Mission
Im On My Enemies Territory
To Play Mah Position
Homie Know Me
And Even If Dat Nigga Is Where Ya Chain
See We Both From The
But Homie We Aint Da Same
And I Remain In The Same Fukin Project Building
I Got Guns Everywhere
Bullet Holes In Da Ceiling
My Adrenaline Pumping
Got This Twelve Gauge Dumpin
Out Da Back Of Dis Cutlass
So If I Get Hit Up
Then Fuck It
The Reaper Comin So Dont Look Back
Juss Keep Runnin
Tell 50 For This Hit
I Dont Need Nuttin
You Owe Me One
And Show Dis Homie Where He Be At
Thats All I Need To Know
You Can Go
Ima Be Back
Any Other Time
I Prolly Woulda Asked Banks To Ride
But This Aint Got Nuttin To Do Wit G-Unit Nigga
Its U And I
[Chorus]

Top Young Buck, The Blues

I give niggas the blues
like an LA county jump suit
hop inside the phantom like the nigga Donald Trump do
and just cruise control until I lose control
these rubberband tires sitting on two's and four's
I pick and choose my foes
and with abusive flows I set traps so no rat can climb through his hole
touch my chedder bring out baretta's
trying to floss be a boss
we do 6 hundreds or better
chopping up raw lettuce
my bitch got a coke fetish
still a fan cause she running through lines like Jerome Bettis
Iced out Coogi sweater, air ones, Louie checker belt
got me swimming through these bitches like Mike Phelps
drop top phantom so the World know I'm hazing
catch contact high while I listen to Miles Davis
lay my head back and just cruise
Tommy turn down the muthafucking bass and give niggas the blues
Yeah I give niggas the blues
drumma boy adjust the bass and give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
been through it
the picture you see now I drew it
service myself change the oil and transmission fluid
Mel Gibson on these hoes on these 24′s
I'm still the truth in this game full of Pinnochio's
filed bankrupt like what you gon take next from me
then I bought a jet for me, call it IRS money
its money, power, respect
buddy you wrong
respect power and money
now what the fuck is you on
this a dessert storm I get my Clue on
standing in a room full of bloods with my blue on
revolver on my waist but the barrell on it too long
can't even fucking move, I aint used to having no suit on
I'm doing what I do, ya'll don't think I moved on
with or without a crew
my bills is still due on the first like you
pull up in anything bitch I'm BB King
and I break the rules
I will give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
take drumma boy beat and give niggas the blues

Top Young Buck, December 1963 ( Oh What A Night )

Oh, what a night, late December back in '63
What a very special time for me
As I remember what a night
Oh what a night
You know I didn't even know her name
But I was never gonna be the same
What a lady, what a night
Oh, I got a funny feeling when she walked in the room
And I, as I recall it ended much too soon
Oh what a night
Hypnotizing, mesmerizing me
She was everything I dreamed she'd be
Sweet surrender, what a night
I felt the rush like a rolling bolt of thunder
Spinning my head around and taking my body under
Oh what a night
Oh, I got a funny feeling when she walked in the room
And I, as I recall it ended much too soon
Oh what a night
Why'd it take so long to see the light
Seemed so wrong, but now it seems so right
What a lady, what a night
I felt the rush like a rolling bolt of thunder
Straining my head around and taking my body under
Oh what a night, Doo dit doo dit dit doo dit doo dit dit
Oh what a night, Doo dit doo dit dit doo dit doo dit dit
Oh what a night, Doo dit doo dit dit doo dit doo dit dit
Oh what a night, Doo dit doo dit dit doo dit doo dit dit
Oh what a night, Doo dit doo dit dit doo dit doo dit dit
Oh what a night, Doo dit doo dit dit doo dit doo dit dit
Oh what a night, Doo dit doo dit dit doo dit doo dit dit
Oh what a night, Doo dit doo dit dit doo dit doo dit dit
Oh what a night, Doo dit doo dit dit doo dit doo dit dit

Top Young Buck, Dawn (go Away)

Pretty as a midsummer's morn,
They call her Dawn.
Dawn,
Go away I'm no good for you.
Oh Dawn,
Stay with him, he'll be good to you.
Hang on,
Hang on to you.
Think,
What a big man he'll be.
Think,
Of the places you'll see.
Now think what the future would be with a poor boy like me.
Dawn go away,
Please go away.
Although I know,
I want you to stay.
Dawn go away,
Please go away.
Baby, don't cry.
It's better this way.
Ahh, ahh, ah.
Ohh-ohh-oh.
Dawn,
Go away back where you belong.
Girl we can't,
Change the places where we were born.
Before you say,
That you want me.
I want you to think,
What your family would say.
Think,
What your throwing away.
Now think what the future would be with a poor boy like me.
Meee-ee.
Dawn,
Go away I'm no good for you.
Dawn,
Go away I'm no good for you.

Top Young Buck, Come And Catch Me

(feat. Lil' Scrappy & AllStar)
[Intro:]
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!!
[Chorus:]
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!)
[Verse 1: All Star]
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!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
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!!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
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!!)
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
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!!
Yeo!!

Top Young Buck, Born To Be A Thug

Young Buck- Born To Be A Thug
(chorus)
Daddy when you`re coming home?
I wish i could tell you but i don`t know,If you don`t work,you don`t eat
just be good while i gone...
Daddy when you`re coming home?
I`m hustlin i`ll be back in a week...
make sure you do your homework and kiss your momma for me...
Daddy when you`re coming home?
Don`t ask me no more,i`m about to go
Can i go with you daddy?
Little girl shut my door
Daddy when you`re coming home?
You know i`ll be back i got to,but for now i gotta to do
what i gotta do i love you
(Vers 1)
I know i run these street to much but that`s my life
And for you i trade it all my house,car,my ice
Every nigght i look at you..i thank god(Thank God)
Knowing you got evrything you want and i ai`nt even got a job
Not to mention this thug-life i`m livin
I never let you go sleep in a brick building
The day you was born me and my niggas popped bottles
Fellin in the hospital drunk to going to see my daughter...
You already seen the look in my eyes to hear my babygirl cry..
The happiest day of my life to see my babygirl smile..
It`s a big world now
So you know to take it slow...
You don`t need a nigga for nothing your daddy got do...
You gone live where you want to,drive what you want to..
As long you are alive you gone do what you want to
I put my life on the line for me and mine...
When i leave men she`s saying everytime
(chorus)
(Verse 2)
You think i like spendin nights on the street..
I do that,so daddy can keep keep nikes on your feet...
See the reason you can`t come in the kitchen...
I`m cookin chicken..
We can go to the mall and ball soon as daddy finished...
Let me take care of my busines for a minute..
And anything you want i promise we gonna get it..
Can`t wait to see my baby graduate
When that day come rolex,baggets,daddy gonna pay for..
Once a man make one,he`ll see the way that i feel
You know that ain`t no gangsta be play shit to real...
See kids bring bills you know it cost a little
Better keep working or tworking something that kid need meals...
I got my baby tatto on my arm..
September 27 is the day she was born
Untill i get back just holdin down for pappa...
And hurtin to my heart evrytime to hear you holla...
(chorus)
(Verse 3)
And over this live before i wishin for a daddy
My baby will never grow up livin unhappy
I spend my whole life without my father it bother me bad..
I thank God for my momma she is all i had...
A nigga turn to the street to raise me...
I dropped outta high school look what it make me...
The chances that i never had...
My baby gonna have
So if my babygirl is in high school my baby gonna pass...
I sitting laugh cause she know that she looks just like me..
And me never coming home it`s calling unlikely...
It`s know that evrything i do is ment for me and you...
P.s your daddy Young Buck i love you...

Top Young Buck, 24's Freestyle

Young Buck
Buck The World
Slow Ya Roll
[Young Buck]
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
[Chorus: Young Buck]
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
[Young Buck]
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
[Chorus]
[Chester Bennington]
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
No mooooooo-orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre

Top Young Buck, Hold U Down

G-Unit Motha Fuckas'
Holla when you see me nigga Young Buck
You mothafuckas' should be happy 50 stopped me from buyin' guns bitch!
Back home on that same old shit
The same four five same old clip
I'm 'bout to hold it (Downn)
Can't tell me shit
Cuz when a nigga went broke
You didn't (Hold you downn)
Now I'm back in the kitchen
Niggaz dyin' if my package is missin'
It's time to go get (Downn)
They think that I'm jokin until they see the Bentley white smokin' (Hold you downn)
Damn right I'm a star
50 bought it but it's still my car
I got the top dropped (Downn)
Holla back at me youngin'
I heard you just got robbed
I might (Hold you downn)
You know the streets gon' talk
Gotta be real to get love in New York
Or they gon' knock you (Downn)
Outta town, outta bounds go n' getta' 100 rounds
To (Hold you Downn)
My brother in the Pen
Said he just seen my video "Let me In"
But when he touched (Downn)
We at it again
I'm pickin him up in the Benz
Im' a (Hold you downn)
Niggaz come to our shows and they be throwin them 'bows
After the club
Niggaz get shot! (Downn)
It be Like that

Top Young Buck, Air Yeezys

[Verse 1]
Boy I feel like money my AC's on low
And in this round of crisis 3 hundred
And I got 8 more balls to go
Tell them young niggers I'm coming
Just get somewhere and be patient
The more that you keep texting me
The longer you keep waiting
My pitcher dine at their station
They mad they didn't find no cases
Since I provide no statements
Bitch let me out of this basement
A hundred racks of Latoya
I said bitch better not done wait you
If anything missing my nigga
They know I'm going places
The niggers still don't trust me
Wanna watch me while I cook it
The vice still can't bust me
I say I already shook it
What the fuck buck doing out here
I thought that nigga was rich
When it cuff that fair gun charge
I thought that nigga was snitch
Ain't Arizona just Melly
You fuck around with a felon
On the interstate I'm thrilling
Just think about who dealing
My uzzi matching my Louie
I'm a dope boy believe me
And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys
[Hook]
I sell it, you buy it
I do it, you try it
And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys
I sell it, you buy it
I do it, you try it
And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys
Flashlight, flashlight
And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys
I sell it, you buy it
I do it, you try it
And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys
[Verse 2]
I got 2 and a half money on my peep
Right now and I'm serving
Been dropping out holes
But since I'm pacing out I'm learning
Got Mississippi burning
And all my AK's joining
My nose stay in my business
Fuck that if it don't concern you
My mama house on fire
She keeps saying it's cool
I'm paying 32.5
And she be paying it too
We just both tryin' to survive
Praying we get through
Plus everybody in the neighborhood
Keep saying we should move
This brick shit too slow
That brown shit too fast
This purple lean keep pouring
That green mean I get cash
Tell 'em young niggers I'm coming
You been gone get your own stash
And the air yeezys I'm running
Trying to get it out with this bad
I'm sorry y'al for the wait
Didn't know shit was this bad
Just doubled up with my plow
Don't spit everything that I have
I did got married to the money
My broke bitch she mad
I don't know why you done it
All day sitting around on your ass
[Hook]
I sell it, you buy it
I do it, you try it
And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys
I sell it, you buy it
I do it, you try it
And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys
Flashlight, flashlight
And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys
I sell it, you buy it
I do it, you try it

Top Young Buck, If You Want Some

[Intro: Jazze Pha]
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!
[Coro: Jazze Pha (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
Do you know what album had this song, can you report to us below?
[Verso 1: Young Buck]
These hoes out here want me, i get it wet
Niggaz old ladies wanna fuck me, you should see this 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 hop 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, sike!
[Coro: Jazze Pha (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
[Verso 2: Young Buck]
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 Patron 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 know that pussy good, then hit the flo'
Shake that ass 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
[Coro: Jazze Pha (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
[puente: Young Buck (Jazze Pha)]
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
[Coro: Jazze Pha (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
[salida: Jazze Pha]
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!

Top Young Buck, Pop A Pill

its gangtsa grillz you bastards, gangsta grillz!
yo wassup, what are you goin to do shorty, nothing im tryin to roll, are you tryin to get your roll on? yea im tryin to roll.
Gangsta Gangsta!
roll with me daddy
what you talkin bout
i wanna pop a pill
you wanna pop a whatt?!?!
pop a pill pop pop a pill
call the X-man tell him bring me some pills
roll with me daddy
what you talkin bout
i wanna pop a pill
you wanna pop a whatt?!?!
pop a pill pop pop a pill
call the X-man tell him bring me some pills
i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand
i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand
i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand
bout to get my roll on with these two green apples find me a bitch take her back to my castle
orange mangos the ranty cups(?) them brown ones got niggaz fuked up
got my gucci shades on i no these niggas hatin me im selling orange webans and blue naked ladies
clubs goin crazy everythings spinning
these niggas mean muggin but there hoes keep grinning
im in my own world let me show you how it is call the X-men tell him to bring me sum pills
roll with me daddy
what you talkin bout
i wanna pop a pill
you wanna pop a whatt?!?!
pop a pill pop pop a pill
call the X-man tell him bring me some pills
roll with me daddy
what you talkin bout
i wanna pop a pill
you wanna pop a whatt?!?!
pop a pill pop pop a pill
call the X-man tell him bring me some pills
were all on the blues i got those greens and the reds
we all feling good going hard on the X
you mite catch me at the bar with yo bitch
she says shes never poped but tonight she say she is
i got one in mi hand you cant stop me now
the one thats in mi mouth got me feling like bob deplow
damn look at mi grills god damn i cant reli talk
on the lean god damn i cant reli walk
(?) bucket full of pils

Top Young Buck, Terminate On Sight

Today is the day
My big release day
Terminate on sight
fuck with me let's go
what the fuck they wanna do now (do now)
do now (do now) do now
oh shit they just kicked me out the crew (crew now)

Top Young Buck, Two Bricks

Dirty south dirty south gon' bounced wit it
East coast gon' bounced wit it
West coast gon' bouced wit it
G-Unit Radio
Let's Go!
Two bricks and some drive out tags
Two thousand and six, brand new Jag
Dope man dope man, here I go yall
Ten Dollar double up's
Buck want it all
pant hale sales for the ounces of the dro
Plastic bags and razor blades on the floor
Graveyard shifts gotta watch for the hooks
Put em' out then it's back to cook (back to cook)
Shake em' up (shake em' up)
Break em' up (break em' up)
Into pieces and get you a cut (Let's go)
Get em' Buck!
everythangs for sale
And if I aint got it I bet Yayo will
X Pills, rubber ones, green ones even blue
Acid tablets for them white boys too
Get Yours!
I don't get whatever that you do
Pimp harder, play, but don't let em' pimp you
Where da work at?
Holla when I'm in ya' town if it's worth it
Nigga you can get down if you cook that right
Can you get rid of 36 ounces in just one night?
If ya' price aint right...
you just might be holdin' ya pack for the rest of ya' life
Ca$hville Ten-A-Key dirty
Half of us probably' never gon' see thirty

Top Young Buck, My Eyes Adored You

[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

Top Young Buck, Move It Like I Do

nigga i am the streets
not just the south but im the streeets
im your neibourgh hood nigga
they holla stop buck red light but green mean go
if people see me on top and they see me broke
fuck a billie we treat em like buwriks and work items
blunt cuts on the floor but nigga i aint worried bout it
niggas paying 32 with outa problem
my plug stoped serving we and we gonne rob em (keep it moving)
that aint snich scale who you folling see when you weigh mine gotta watch what you duin
tied up to times, get back to my grind this whole blook hit mine you can't make one dime
the who by, im up like i snorted two lines, two nines in a park pepping out the window blinds
watting on the paper, watting on the haters, befor they kick my door i peal em like patatoes
bite down bitch i got 20 diffrent flavours, ask them what happend to those that didn't pay us
I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on)
watch you watting on nigga you taking to long
i got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on)
the goverment get to us so who boom
middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter
everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker
like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on
yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on
Fuckin niggas wanna compet, they wanna be king pins
they want it for cheap they had me back on see in (not me agian)
but no no me don't sell no dope no more the dope sell it's self me just ride around in blowdro (fo sho)
with your hoe, she put her head down then i go slow i go (Oh Oh) then i drop her of at you door
back to the money like they stole sumthing from me, a carck full of goones with there nose all runny
a full moon (Ohhh), it's got me graulling, can't go in the house untill a made a couple thousand
follow me i take you right were the dollars be, you cant talk about your hustel niggas gotta see,
some niggas got paper but they not a gee, alphabet bois get em in their coopa ple,
everybood aint real shawty obviusly, yeah what eva that you get you aint got from me
I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on)
watch you watting on nigga you taking to long
i got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on)
the goverment get to us so who boom
middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter
everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker
like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on
yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on
bitch it got em murder, hada hada hat so he served em
draged em in an ally and they burned em, nobody herd em
but some body smelled the fumes, i keep telling these kids this is not a cartoon
caught him in a school zone dirty, he onli 15, we won't see him till he 30, a whole birdy
Damn, yeah act like you herd me you migh couporate, still aint getting out early
niggas love these hoes, can't be away from them, soon they put em in a room dats when they say sumthing (hey let me out)
next thing you knwo they coming (five oh) don't let em find no weed, no yay or nuthing, tell the judge fuck yall i was way in london
with my doctor bitch she making plenty money, dicki shorts, house shoes on, drop top playing old school songs bitch move on
I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on)
watch you watting on nigga you taking to long
i got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on)
the goverment get to us so who boom
middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter
everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker
like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on
yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on
outlaw nigga, shiet they took from us for 400 years
im about to get every god damn thing these muthafuckas ow me
fuck all yall bitch as nigga, fuck the Police, fuck the President,
fuck yor mama, fuck your dady, fuck all you hatting as niggas
matter fact fuck you buck
tRiM! PR!NCE!!

Top Young Buck, Opus 17 (don't You Worry 'bout Me)

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

Top Young Buck, Niggas Change On You

[Young Buck:]
What up
Hey yo, god bless the child who can hold his own
Holla back
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Thegame been good to me
I'm still runnin 'round where I use to be
The projects, where we move the keys(Yeah!)
Try to tear down the bricks we refuse to leave
See regardless, i'm a do my thing
I don't care what set you claim
I just met you mayne
Be happy that I let you slang
Cause if I let Tek know he 'gon bust your brain
and if all ya'll niggas out here want to get it
Holla G Unit South let me know you with it
Shit about to get crazy in a minute
Thats why my bitch's purse got a 380 in it
I'm a give niggas one more chance
We cool but I ain't shakin' no hands (Nah!)
Next time you won't hear 'bout whatever gon' happen
My album went platinum I found out
[Chorus:]
Niggas a change on you, so hard to keep friends
Seem like I can't find nobody, but I ain't got no ends
Niggas a change on you, that's why we get these hoes
Soon as a nigga got a little somethin', it's when they let me know
A brother done changed on you
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I'm all by myself in this Benz (Yuh!)
Glock got a extended clip on the end
Priest 'bout to come home from the pen (Aye!)
I'm a make sure he never touch a bird again (Yo!)
Motherfuckers act like I don't deserve to win
Niggas claim they kin
But I ain't heard of them (Like!)
Like I ain't hit the block and put work in (Like!)
Like I ain't still gettin' them pounds of purp in (Owhh!)
Say what you want, but my bills are paid
I'm not tryin' to be thirty five, still on stage
Shit was all good but he turned his back
Them niggas stayed with him didn't learn from that
The tables turned, I went and got me a plaque
So I could give a damn what you say on Smack (Nigga!)
You know what it is and you know where i'm at
For real, don't make me snap
[Chorus:]
Niggas a change on you, so hard to keep friends
Seem like I can't find nobody, but I ain't got no ends
Niggas a change on you, that's why we get these hoes
Soon as a nigga got a little somethin', it's when they let me know
A brother done changed on you
[Young Buck:]
Yeah!
Hey yo, shout out to all the DJ's, stand down with The Unit!
I see y'all!

Top Young Buck, Prepare For War

{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

Top Young Buck, Pocket Full Of Paper (Feat. Young Jeezy)

[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]

Top Young Buck, Return Of Tha Project Nigga

[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!

Top Young Buck, Rag Doll

(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

Top Young Buck, Married To My Gun

[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..

Top Young Buck, Lets Hang On

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)

Top Young Buck, My Interview

solider heartless with ths AK you cant kill me
im God's best friend, i feel when the devil near me
you can see it clearly, its death before dishonor,
when it come down to the drama im the black osama
they hate me but cant break me, go head and seperate me
cause the rap game didnt make me
the streets is what raised me
and i might get hit but i wont fall down,
aint enough water for buck to drown
aint enough dollars im not around,
id rather stay home smarter now
stand my ground, focus man
swear that i'll never go broke again
all im sayin just know im here
even though im not close to them,
whatever dont kill me make me stronger
you stop but i last longer
you hot but im pneumonia
hard to get off when i get on ya
still smokin my marijuana, my chevy still turnin corners,
so clean u know what i mean, i am the american dream
my crown it cant be took, its cool im overlooked
my life cant go in no book, bredren bring in the hook

Top Young Buck, Heavenly Father

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)

Top Young Buck, Hold On (Feat. 50 Cent)

{*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]

Top Young Buck, I Luv Da Hood

[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

Top Young Buck, Ive Got You Under My Skin

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

Top Young Buck, Eye Of A Soldier

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)..

Top Young Buck, G Sh**

(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

Top Young Buck, Grease

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

Top Young Buck, Haters (Feat. Kokane)

[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]

Top Young Buck, Do It Myself

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..]

Top Young Buck, Dpg Unit

[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]

Top Young Buck, Laugh Now, Cry Later

Top Young Buck, Return Of The Project Nigga

Ayo wattup!
If i should die, before i wake... i pray to the Lord
Alot of shit goin down out here
But i aint going nowhere.holla when you see me!
(Verse)
The return of the project nigga
100 bricks strong and my pockets bigger
Still holdin the throne, its too late to hate me
Hell, im Ca$hvilles own in a black Mercedes
TV's in this bitch, i dont how to turn em on
I just bought this muthaf**ka and shipped it home
In traffic we smokin, sun-roof closed
Hoes pullin up like "oh there he go!"
Aint nobody on that beef shit
Its too many mexicans with the cheap bricks
Peep this, all you need is a big heart
A quarter bird, thats like givin you a kick start
You done heard bout the flex thats the undercovers
Ridin 'round, jumpin out, searchin muthaf**kas
Heyy, so we open at 9 and we close at 5
Keep a nigga in a ride, 'case i close my eyes
I wont stop till they kill me
Better yet till the whole world feel me
Let me tell you bout this town where i come from
Ca$ville, Ten-a-key look what i done
Nigga see me in the map and the public love it
Police in the streets like nah f**k it
Its me against the government, they dont know how to take me
They done see they tape and they think im crazy
Shittin at my birthday bash
Well officer Calvin Hulay, u can kiss my cass
I strap on that 5-2
You on that racist shit and im a black dude
Even took my liscence and say they suspend it
But come to find out that that bitch pretended
I dropped a thug rap platinum album in the 'ville
So somebody please tell that coward who i is, BITCH
Its like, im the first one

Top Young Buck, Swearin To God

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)

Top Young Buck, Tell It To The Rain

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

Top Young Buck, Save It For Me

(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...........

Top Young Buck, Stay

(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...

Top Young Buck, Will You Love Me Tomorrow

(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?

Top Young Buck, Thug Till Ya Death Day

[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

Top Young Buck, Who Loves You

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

Top Young Buck, Young Buck

Top Young Buck, Ronnie

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'

Top Young Buck, Dope Man Money

[Young Buck:]
Yeah
Money gettin' niggas 'gon love this
Broke niggas 'gon hate it
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Hate me, love me, still i'm a boss
Brand new coupe didn't take the tag off
Entre-po nigga
Give some mo' nigga
Military mind back down from no nigga
Where did you go nigga?
I could make it rain
With some hundred dollar bills or a hundred of them
things
Candy apple green, no tints, no chrome
Catch me in the streets 'till six in the morn
[Verse 2: Sosa]
I keep one in the hone and a gun on my hip
Just called my phone, you want somethin' to sniff?
19.5 you want one of them bricks
Like a Subway combo come with them chips
And I show no love when it come to a bitch
She just want me cause my coke six hundred and six
Yeah, this what you call a dope man bitch
But I don't tell her nothin' cause these hos ain't shit
[Chorus: Young Buck]
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Dope man money with a dope man bitch
Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich
Big ballin' baby I know we the shit
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Dope man money with a dope man bitch
Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich
Big ballin' baby I know we the shit
[Verse 3: Hi-C]
See I lick coke, breathe in hydro
Look like green money nigga I know
I ride slow
With the .40 cal I know
Smokin' on that purple haze shit 'till my eyes low
My bitch got nine Os for the five four
She'll let the nine go
Oh yeah thats high ho
My ho
Yeah a dope man bitch
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
[Verse 4: Sosa]
The '65 look good enough to drink
Grey Goose seats with the cranberry paint
Ya'll wish I could sell coke forever but I can't
Just one more load and i'm fuckin' with real estate
I've been up for a week, from the first to the eighth
Peicin' out grams and I still got the weight
If I get too tired pop a pill i'm straight
I'll show you how to fit a couple mill in the safe
G Unit South
[Chorus: Young Buck]
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Dope man money with a dope man bitch
Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich
Big ballin' baby I know we the shit
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Dope man money with a dope man bitch
Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich
Big ballin' baby I know we the shit
[Young Buck:]
Put your money in the air
Put your money in the air
Ballin' baby
Ballin' baby
We gettin' money over here
They gettin' money over there
What up All Star?
My nigga Hi-C
Sosa
G Unit South bitch
Ca$hville Records we got this

Top Young Buck, Prices On My Head (feat. Lloyd Banks & D-tay)

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

Top Young Buck, Stomp (feat. T.i. & Ludacris)

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

Top Young Buck, I'm A Soldier (feat. 50 Cent)

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

Top Young Buck, Cashville Country

Top Young Buck, Welcome To The South (feat. David Banner & Lil' Flip)

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

Top Young Buck, Bonafied Hustler (feat. 50 Cent & Tony Yayo)

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

Top Young Buck, Sniper

You know they say you shouldn't talk about sertain shit on records right?
But see these niggas be doin sertain shit
And leave a nigga with no choice
But to speak on this shit
This shit based on a true story
Ride with me
I knew this nigga who was cold with it
Give em some product couple hours and let the nigga go get it
He payed the ticket that I asked for
Cooked it in a glass jar I told em that I had more
But somethin funny bout his money though
Bitch you only buyin 10 what you want a 100 fo?
My first intention was to hit em in his head but i
Rather kill a man get em fo his bread so I
Keep playin like I don't know he a fed when I
Get the chance I'm a fill em up led
The whole hood paranoid
Cuz niggas done went put down on whips that they cant afford
I got the kids on a bikes with the walkie talkies
Cameras all around the projects to keep em off me
I hope my child ain't gotta go through this bullshit
See daddy got beef but daddy got a full clip
This is the life of a sniper
Nowhere to go just me and my rifle
Lord only knows whats gon happen when the night come
Scope out my target and hope I hit the right one
This is the life of a sniper
Nowhere to go just me and my rifle
Lord only knows whats gon happen when the night come
Scope out my target and hope I hit the right one
I'm throwin shells in the 12gauge
Wipein out my fingerprints
Waitin on yayo so we can get the rest of it
What you bitches think I wont hop up out this mini van
I shoot at any man
I be damn if I get in
Stay with me your worst nightmare when niggas take it there
I gotta gun so you get wanted we can make fair
Fuck that I buck back this semi-automatic
Than I come back the next day to let yo hood have it
Not the average nigga standin on this corner tryin to get it
What you doin I done did it I really live it the streets know
My ghetto hero ain't never been no Michael Jordan
Its fucked up when you want em but you cant afford em
If you cant beat em join em but I rather rob em
If my baby cant eat than we gotta problem
You ever been inside a home invasion
Well I'm about to take you niggas on a long vacation
When the clock strikes 12 the hammer hit the pin
Another sniper's on CNN again damn
Nigga get your gunz when you come around here this shit is not safe
This is the life of a sniper
Nowhere to go just me and my rifle
Lord only knows whats gon happen when the night come
Scope out my target and hope I hit the right one
This is the life of a sniper
Nowhere to go just me and my rifle
Lord only knows whats gon happen when the night come

Top Young Buck, Somethings Got Me On It

Shut up and listen!
Shit, I don't move, nigger it's a revolution!
Maybe is cause it's a bunch of...
..nigger you know what it is!
Just trying to figure out!
Some got me... let go!
Don't know if it's the murders, the robbers, the beef,
the...
The hood, the straps, don't know,
Cause something is got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Something is got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Don't know if it's the pills, the weed, the coke, the
The way I'm.. the scene!
Cause something is got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
OK, OK, I'm bad, I'm serving, I'm leaning, I'm swerving
I'm strapped... the young niggers is hurting!
..I'm lurking, I'm killing, I'm ...
I'm shooting, I'm working, I'm only one person!
No tags, no .. you mad and I'm glad
Got ... put niggers in body bag
I'm a soldier, I told you,
Nigger fuck me, fuck you
Fuck him and fuck hard too!
Fuck that I want some new
Top down, no sun....
Hundred pounds I run through
I'm running around like my son do
Never say how she gone you, I kick a bitch like kung fu
Told ya, I'mma come through
No religion, just through
Thirty chickens front you...
Still pimping ... all the mirrors are...
Country niggers live in a bar
Wrong Cush on your farm
..the money, the power,
The way that half of these rap niggers cowards
Something is got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Something is got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Don't know if it's the chill, the pill, the Rose,
the...
The way I'm back on my book shit again!
But something is got me on it, I'm on it,
Something is got me on it, I'm on it!
I'm cooking, I'm watching, I'm looking, I'm shopping
I'm tired of parties, peoples asking me when am I
dropping
I'm rolling, I'm rocking, I'm moving, not stopping
I'm loading up my chopper out here, about to get it
popping!
You're flexing, I'm stressing, I still ain't learned my
lesson
I'm ... to count my blessings, I put 'em all in
investments.
These hoes ain't shit, but they own my dick
I just started, you quit, I'm not real, you're a bitch!
I'm here, no scale, I got eight balls for sale
And I hate... I pray I get killed.
I'm an outlaw without ya ..
Ring a... I smell pussy...
Court cases, probation, one guy, one nation
No despair, no patience, selling dope is my occupation.
Fuck ... fuck a nation
I'm in the trap with no...
And I want your.. I ain't gonna bring none to the
table.
The Lord, the Devil, the bricks, the pebble
The ladies make his kinky on my level
But something is got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
I just don't know!
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it!
Don't know if it's the love, the hate, the peace the...
The way they say their real, but their fake.
But something is got me on it

Top Young Buck, Get Your Murder On

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

Top Young Buck, Get Money

(Intro)
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'f**ker y'all (YEAH!)
(Young Buck)
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
(Chorus: Young Buck)
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
(Young Buck)
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
(Chorus w/ ad libs)
(Young Buck)
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!)
(Chorus w/ ad libs)
(Outro)
GET MONEY!
Hey, GET MONEY!
GET MONEY!

Top Young Buck, Class Is In Session

[Intro:]
Good evening! ("DJ Whoo Kid on Hot97! ")
I'm glad you all could make it.
Now please have a seat!
Obey the rules!
Hahaaaaa!
[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Raise ya hand fore ya ask a question!
Betta have ya weapon, cause homie class in session.
And I don't tolerate - any rappers that are fake,
[police sirens]
You get kicked out my class, if ya make one mistake!
{YOUNG BUCK! } [gunshot]
[Verse 1:]
We gon' start with the haters. (OK!) - Really that's
what made us (yeeah!)
Cause if it wasn't for them we wouldn't be this major.
(hahaaa!)
Ya pay em back later! (WHAT?) - Or pay em no attention.
(YEAH!)
Get ya a good lawyer (heeeeey) - And pay em they
commission. (MONEY!)
I know katrina victims (fo' so'!) that wasn't in the
storm (uh-uh!)
My projects is a prison, I've been here since I was
born. (YEEEEAH!)
Hoes runnin packs (hahaaaa!) niggas is bitches too
(heeey!)
He might didn't tell on them but he might tell on you.
(DAMN!)
You should write what you do! (fo' so'!)- Or even what
you done. (DO!)
The fake get a break but dying alone, run. (BOOM!)
{Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
In the outcome! (WHAT?) Is a nigga like me! (hahaaaaa!)
I hold down the Unit! I'm a mothafuckin' G! - KHALED!
[gunshot]
[Chorus:]
Raise ya hand fore ya ask a question! (YEEEAH!)
Betta have ya weapon, cause homie class in session.
(C'MON!)
And I don't tolerate - any rappers that are fake,
(naaaah!)
You get kicked out my class, if ya make one mistake!
(HEEEEEEEY!) {G-UNIT RADIO! }
[Bridge:]
Real niggas! (real niggas...) Jack boys! (Jack boy...)
Dope dealers! (yeeah!)
OK, now pull ya paper out! (yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah!)
Real niggas! (real niggas...) Jack boys! (Jack boy...)
Dope dealers! (yeeah!)
OK, now pull ya paper out!
[Verse 2:]
We gon' write a couple names on the chalkboard (on the
chalkboard!)
Then tell the teacher what ya need to knock him off
for. (knock him off for!) (HEEEEY!)
I would invented the O-Zone! (Yeeeah!) But Joe was
like: "Hold on! " (WHAT?)
And bring Buck something gon' {GOD-... } go wrong!
(hahaaaaa!)
Cowards go home! {DAMN! } - You ain't even from Miami,
hoe! (YEAH!)
The South my house, bitch! The Bronx my family!
(WHATTUP NIGGAS?)
Buck with NBA stars 'till they start gettin' smart
And realize [police sirenS] how much ya using up they
black card. (OH? NO!)
We the best! (WHO?) We! - G-U-N-I-T! (YEEAH!)
Put me to Kanye - and he won't outsell me! (NOOOOO!)
But the outcome - is the nigga you see. (WHAT ELSE!)
I hold down the Unit! - I'm a mothafuckin' G! - JOE!
[gunshot]
[Chorus:]
Raise ya hand fore ya ask a question! (YEAH!)
Betta have ya weapon, cause homie class in session.
(C'MON!) ("DJ Whoo Kid... ")
And I don't tolerate - any rappers that are fake,
(naaaah!) ("on Hot97! ")
You get kicked out my class, if ya make one mistake!
(HEEEEEEEY!)
[Bridge:]
Real niggas! (real niggas...) Jack boys! (Jack boy...)
Dope dealers! (yeeah!) {CAN'T FORGET... }
OK, now pull ya paper out! (yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah!)
{HAULYNNE! } [gunshot]
Real niggas! (real niggas...) Jack boys! (Jack boy...)
Dope dealers! (yeeah!)
OK, now pull ya paper out! [shot] {DAMN! }
[Verse 3:]
Before the bell ring there's something that I gotta do
(I gotta do!)
There's nothin' worser then a rapping prostitute.
(yeeeeah!)
You know it's hard to spot 'em! - But trust me the game
got 'em! (fo' so'!)
His daddy's stealing from him, he come to me with his
problem! (heeeeeey!) (NOOOOO!) {HAHA! }
Some niggas blowed up fore they growed up. (OK!)
They got some money and act like they don't know us.
(CA$HVILLE!)
So now you know what? - You ain't gotta know Buck!
(UH!)
You ain't no man, nigga you ain't got no nuts.
(HEEEEEEEEEEEEY!) {DAMN! }
Uh-oh! - Here we go! He standing by Ja Rule!
Forgettin' me and Baby used to drop him off at school!
(hahaaaaa!)
I'm a leave you with' this last line - and I'm out!
I've never even kissed my own son in the mouth! -
WAYNE!
[Chorus:]
Raise ya hand fore ya ask a question! (YEAH!)
Betta have ya weapon, cause homie class in session.
(C'MON!) {WHAT? }
And I don't tolerate - any rappers that are fake,
(naaaah!)
You get kicked out my class, if ya make one mistake!
(HEEEEEEEY!)
[Bridge:]
Real niggas! (real niggas...) Jack boys! (Jack boy...)
Dope dealers! (yeeah!) {CAN'T FORGET... }
OK, now pull ya paper out! (yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah!)
{RHINE STERN! }
Real niggas! (real niggas...) Jack boys! (Jack boy...)
Dope dealers! (yeeah!)
OK, now pull ya paper out!
[Outro:]
Class is all fucked up!
REAL NIGGAS DO YA THING!
Jack boys our boys, SUCKERS!
Dope dealers get that money! [gunshot] {DAMN! }
Soon you got the mark...
Make sure you do ya homework!
[? ]
Hahaaaaaaaaaa! {Whooooooooooooooooooooo
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
YOUNG [gunshot] BUCK [gunshot] NIGGA!
You wanna see me, nigga?
I ain't hard to find! [beat fades out]
Holla at me nigga! [gunshot] [beat stops]
[Outro:]

Top Young Buck, Peep Hole (interlude)

[Hook]
I'm looking through the peep hole
What they fucking with me for
I'm praying that these folks don't try to hit me with
the recoil
Somebody's knocking, somebody's knocking at my door
Somebody's knocking, maybe I just been gone
Too hard, I'm too hard now they want me gone
Better find somebody up door to beat on
I can hear somebody's knocking
Somebody's knocking, somebody's knocking at my door
Somebody's knocking, somebody's knocking at my door
[Verse]
Who the fuck got the motherfucking dough
Who the fuck got my motherfucking foe
Who the fuck got the motherfucking keys to the truck
So I can go pack up and go
I ain't study poor poor no more
I got a whole lot of pounds of the drunk
I got a whole lot of motherfucking dope in the stove
Locked and it all gotta go
Them boys parked up gotta roll gotta get out
Everybody in the house like get down
Everybody like flush that crush that
Don't touch that nigga tryin' to flush a whole brick
down
Think I'ma do the dough so I'm going out the window
Running for fledge I think I see the end zone
I should've listened to my bitch I would've been home
Chilling at the crib laid up with the screens on
But I tried to put my team on
This niggas ain't never had a shoulder to lean on
On some 24's with some chop chop on your block with
your motherfucking effort in beam on
Now I'm laying in these bushes
All these neighbors outside everybody looking
Made a break for my homie back door
Now I'm looking at them folks through a motherfucking
peep hole
[Hook]
I'm looking through the peep hole
What they fucking with me for
I'm praying that these folks don't try to hit me with
the recoil
Somebody's knocking, somebody's knocking at my door
Somebody's knocking, maybe I just been gone
Too hard, I'm too hard now they want me gone
Better find somebody up door to beat on
I can hear somebody's knocking
Somebody's knocking, somebody's knocking at my door

Top Young Buck, I'm Ready For War

[2 gun cocks]
[Interlude: Floyd Mayweather]
Put the Young Buck on youkno'msayin'? [2 gun cocks]
And the you-youkno'msayin'? A .550 shots-off!
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Oh, my dog-niggas {YOUNG BUCK!} don't stand-up right
now!
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! - POOW!
I need a hear (POW!) a lot of gunshots, nigga!
[gunshot]
WHOO KID LET THEM MUTHAFUCKIN' SHOTS GO OFF, nigga!
[gun cocks] [3 shot]
Jump! [shot] Jump! [shot] (Jump around and kill one of
these nigga, motherfuckers, nigga!)
POP! POP! - POP! POP! - POP! POP!
"Straight Outta" mutafuckin' (POW!) "Ca$hville", nigga!
(POW!)
I turned a penny to a 20...
But who'd them turn to a penny, bitch?
{Whooooooooooooooooo
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Verse 1:]
Y'all don't want beast! (nah!) Y'all don't know me!
(c'mon!)
Y'all just keep on talk - Nigga, are we dog seat?
(bitches!)
Stops it my enemies - watchin' it where'd it be,
Findin' me in my Impala's - fine I wanna see! (I see
you!)
Slap you a kidnapper - nigga come passin' in me!
Lady's bullets so Tech a tell, 'til you heard a nigga's
scream! (BUCK!) [shot]
This is not a dream! {DAMN!} - This is a real beam!
Hallowtips, banana-clips, this is what I bring!
(You'sa!)
Spider-Man in a got it - robbin' me in a shotty, [shot]
The devil man me: "Do it!" - And front I heard 'bout
it! {GET BACK!}
All of a purple haze - go rapper, come with 'Ks!
Get riiidin' with G-Unit: "GET THE FUCK ABOUT THE WAY!"
So luv me, {Whooooo!} when you see me; - but duck, when
I'm buck! (BUCK!)
We shoot-out in part, baby don't give a fuck! [shot]
(c'mon!)
Yeah, nigga what? - Come on, get it crunk!
It's no time to waitin', THE MURDER BOY IS GROWIN' UP!
[Chorus:]
I'm - Ready to raw!
I'm - Ready for war!
I'm - Ready for whatever, whenever LET'S GO
COCK! - And before I shot, {G-UNIT RADIO...}
READY TO DIE!
I'm! - Ready for whatever, {PART 6!} whenever LET'S
RIIDE!
I'm - Ready to raw!
I'm - Ready for war!
I'm {"MOTION PICTURE SHIT"!} - Ready for whatever,
whenever LET'S GO
COCK! - And before I shot,
READY TO DIE!
I'm - Ready for whatever, whenever LET'S RIIDE! {NONE
STOP!}
[Outro:]
I'm just a phone call on way, niggas!
You got beef...

Top Young Buck, Keep It Moving

broken promises let me acknowledge this
trap stories bout some niggas who used to move the packs for me
street dreams tryna get that porsche carrera
i bought birds through that whole bling bling era
you spent yours on just buyin whateva
if you like it i love it, if you did it i done it
but i didnt see it comin cuz the water kept runnin yeah the water kept runnin
now im floodin the town
bitches always wanted me but they lovin me now
i shoot off in the face and hustle up in the house
but the block got hot
i aint quit i just chilled
niggas thought it was over and they all disappeared
they all balled with me, kept em fresh to death
the feds came in town, they left me by myself
(but i just kept it movin)
now i am still shinin, they aint got nothin left
the same ones that hate on me look like they need some help

Top Young Buck, Kill Sumn

I wake up trying to kill sumn
Trap hard, trying to kill sumn
They talk shit and they hate me
But they ain't satisfied till I kill sumn
Strap up and I kill sumn
I stunt hard I kill sumn
Ain't worried about these fuck boys
You pussy niggas won't kill me
Them bad bitches gon' kill sumn
Cash Field niggas gon' kill sumn
Them real niggers gon' kill sumn
M town gon' kill sumn
Them street niggas gon' kill sumn
A-town gon' kill sumn
Them niggers locked up killing sumn
You fuck niggers won't kill nothin'
Fucked up with this phone call I just got
I'm bout to leave my nephew just got killed
And them pussy niggas ain't 'bout to breathe
Riding through a nigga blindly now shots niggas shells
everywhere
Everything come till I get through this is true I don't
play
Never knew that them young bucks is gonna do that
They should be asking where school at
But they asking where you at
And they ain't care about who's that
Who's there and who's strap
Who kill and who trap this RIP nigga listen
I wake up trying to kill sumn
Trap hard, trying to kill sumn
They talk shit and they hate me
But they ain't satisfied till I kill sumn
Strap up and I kill sumn
I stunt hard I kill sumn
Ain't worried about these fuck boys
You pussy niggas won't kill me
Them bad bitches gon' kill sumn
New Orleons niggas gon' kill sumn
Them real niggers gon' kill sumn
Miami niggas gon' kill sumn
Them street niggas gon' kill sumn
Kentucky niggas gon' kill sumn
Them niggers locked up killing sumn
Chicago niggas killing sumn
My niggas neighbour a killer I don't trust him though
but we cool
Had to just tell 'em we in the 2000 this ain't no 72
Got out the pen thinking this pack win niggers went
broke and go jack me
It was all by using them straps then that's all by
getting that pack in
Real niggers what's happening fuck niggers don't want
no action
I don't show no hold no passion I just fuck that holy
laugh in
That's drama boy got a drum clip and nigga that don't
see me blastin
In the middle of the street like get out and come on
Put me in nigga six feet down under
I wake up trying to kill sumn
Trap hard, trying to kill sumn
They talk shit and they hate me
But they ain't satisfied till I kill sumn
Strap up and I kill sumn
I stunt hard I kill sumn
Ain't worried about these fuck boys
You pussy niggas won't kill me
Them bad bitches gon' kill sumn
Carolina niggas gon' kill sumn
Them real niggers gon' kill sumn
Ohio niggas gon' kill sumn
Them street niggas gon' kill sumn
LA niggas gon' kill sumn
Them niggers locked up killing sumn
New York niggas they killing sumn
Ah man salute New York city ma' nigga
If you all killing sumn
It ain't just about picking up no pistol neither
You pulling up on me bitch and a nigga hating
But you getting money you killing nigga
Small towns they killin' sumn
Big cities they killing sumn
My whole clip ain't killing sumn
And you fuck niggers ain't killing nothing
I wake up trying to kill sumn
Trap hard, trying to kill sumn
They talk shit and they hate me
But they ain't satisfied till I kill sumn
Strap up and I kill sumn
I stunt hard I kill sumn
Ain't worried about these fuck boys
You pussy niggas won't kill me
Them bad bitches gon' kill sumn
Cash Field niggas gon' kill sumn
Them real niggers gon' kill sumn
M town gon' kill sumn
Them street niggas gon' kill sumn
A-town gon' kill sumn
Them niggers locked up killing sumn

Top Young Buck, Get That Brick

(feat. Hi-C)
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I've been slangin' for too long
See this block is my home
When these rocks are all gone
I'm a
(Get that brick!)
We up in the zone
I'm a get the hood strong
Got a pocket full of stones
We 'gon
(Get that brick!)
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope
(Get that brick!)
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope
(Get that brick!)
[Verse 1: Hi-C, Young Buck]
I'm on the block with some rocks and some Teneta Scales
Got a Glock for the cops I ain't goin' to jail
OGs told me "Hi-C, we livin' in hell"
Don't ask a nigga for shit homie, just get it yourself
I took a gram, and flipped it to an eight ball
A week later got an ounce now i'm straight ya'll
My first ounce, I broke it down to dime rocks
I bought a quarter ounce of weed and a nine Glock
[Young Buck:]
Break a bird down to dime rocks
When the projects hot stash mine in a shoe box
Got some bread knots
Copped a red drop
Mama said "stop"
Papa sell rocks...
To the whole fuckin' family
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I've been slangin' for too long
See this block is my home
When these rocks are all gone
I'm a
(Get that brick!)
We up in the zone
I'm a get the hood strong
Got a pocket full of stones
We 'gon
(Get that brick!)
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope
(Get that brick!)
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope
(Get that brick!)
[Verse 3: Hi-C, Young Buck]
[Hi-C:]
Homeboy did life, he was runnin' his mouth
He had the pounds in the hood I put the gun in his mouth
[Young Buck:]
All the birds fly South, roll or get rolled over
We got it for the low and we cook with no soda
[Hi-C:]
My fans 'gon roll
Niggas on the come up like Lambo doors
[Young Buck:]
We can't buy grams no mo'
A quarter 'll cost you fo'
If my bank roll low
I'm a go and get dough
[Hi-C:]
Before you cats pullin' hos
Grabbin' at you you got to go
Seventeen for the hos
[Young Buck:]
Come and get it and go
If you get caught with it its yours
Nigga snitched on me before
Then he won't snitch no more
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I've been slangin' for too long
See this block is my home
When these rocks are all gone
I'm a
(Get that brick!)
We up in the zone
I'm a get the hood strong
Got a pocket full of stones
We 'gon
(Get that brick!)
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope
(Get that brick!)
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope
Go sell the dope

Top Young Buck, Gettin' High

I could have found you if I wanted
I wouldn't even have to try
Saved you if I longed it
But you didn't wanna see me by
You were gettin' high
You were gettin' high
I could have found you if I wanted
Wouldn't even have to try
Saved you if I'd longed it
You didn't wanna see me by
You were gettin' high
Gettin high
I could astound you if I wanted
Wouldn't even have to try
Saved you if I longed it
But you didn't wanna see me by
You were gettin' high

Top Young Buck, Your Hood

(GUNFIRE)
(young buck)
young buck,cmon,gunit,(hey yo buck light that shit up my niggas) the south is in this mothafuka right now,cashville niga what this is is the countdown to armageddon(u no it) u now rockin wit da evil genius green lantern,LETS GO NIGGA
(young buck)
i got my hood like vietnam on some real shit(yea) aint a damn thing country bout cashville bitch (na) still on the block still got the bricks you know just cause im rappin dont mean i aint in the kitchn no mo' see im addicted to hundred dollar bills and coupe deviles the badd ass bitchz that live in they own cribs i walk the streets knowin that i got beef but see even my enemys know that i got heat you aint see nuttin like this im 1 of a kind i can teach u how to stunt all it takes is time we gon find out if some of these rappas is really actors and use they concert venues for target practice fuck bustin these guns with these new york niggas this real so if u real than you gon feel us this winter its only right i do the grey chinchilla see i make the money it dont make me nigga YEA
Chorus
your hood aint no harder than myne so yall get it poppin so nigga do yo thang(nigga do ya thang) i dont like u and u dont like me so it aint eva gon change i suggest u quit all that talkin fore' this 9mm go bang(mm go bang) see we no where u be and we no where u stay i dont think u wanna play u dont want war wit....
(XZibit)
(X to the Z) west coast shit see a nigga spittin nigga talkin but dont no shit plottin on hatin on nigas on some whole shit i stay stackin 5.5 plus some mo shit clack clack the backstreets of southern california better stay ready cause steady gang will run up on ya im the west coast william wallace been in the game so im pollace one of the few artists who got an artist no muthafukas want no flows from us they wont strap nuttin for bullet holes through they clothes from us i attack em and send em home to jehovah plus u might see me in a body bag but never in cuffs yea young black and wealthy now livin it up but dont think for a second i wont drop this cut pop the thang out the stash light yo bitch ass up or we could take it to the concrete rumble and thump muthafuka
Chorus
your hood aint no harder than myne (young buck) so we all get it poppin so nigga do yo thang (nigga do ya thang) i dont like u (na,na,yea) and you dont like me so it aint never gon chang(put a bullet in yo frame) i suggest u quit all that talkin fore this 9mm go bang (mm go bang) we no where u be and we no where u stay i dont think u wanna play nuh huh

Top Young Buck, Welcome To The South

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

Top Young Buck, Taking Hits (featuring D-Tay)

[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

Top Young Buck, Stomp

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

Top Young Buck, Welcome To The South (featuring Lil' Flip & David Banner)

[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

Top Young Buck, War Witcha Homeboy

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

Top Young Buck, You Can Get It Too

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

Top Young Buck, Where The Haters At?

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

Top Young Buck, Thug In The Club

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

Top Young Buck, Thou Shall

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'

Top Young Buck, Walk With Me (featuring Stat Quo)

[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

Top Young Buck, U Ain't Goin' Nowhere

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'

Top Young Buck, The Rehab

Top Young Buck, Back On My Buck S**t V2

Fuck what I've been,
I'm doing it, no one do it better though,
I never thought in my past I had to let it go.
From my arrest rate up to my,..
Let's say, my debts pay!
Now it's one stage, one mic,
But the money is still green and the... white.
Check me, mother fuckers how I take flight!
Never see enough money, can't make right!
No manager of the manager,
My own man, call it my...
The damage is gone, this shit crazy.
Soon they cut the cameras on.
This shit amazing, we rappers get exterminated and
gone,
We get to lie, talking about the... that they buy,
And the jets that they fly.
He never had a dime like me,
Cause inside is who you need to be,
Cause the outside ain't you,
A part of...
Cause this is who I...
Not just who I was.
Who I am, who I'm gone, be just one...
Ten niggers, one,.. but we are in.
If we all fighting then we all get him on his feet.
No rules!
No niggers have no clues!
... act like I don't know you!
Baby momma bullshit is what you go through,
But she ain't a porno star doing shit in the whole.
[Chorus:]
... killing me since,
Way, came back,
And have been killing me since!
Way, came back,
And have been killing me since!
You niggers ain't shit, I've been killing... since.
[x2]
Yeah, with no tears drops either
Fuck ya all I ain't gotta make you a believer!
When your daughter got a fever and your doctor said
she's stressed out,
This is when you noticed somebody getting stressed out.
You know the feeling in the... when you let out,
Years go by, but there's some shit enough to get by.
What you get through,
You reach back and break the niggers out of this...
where they sent you.
Maybe I'm just too true,
But I refuse to do things that you do!
I'm a stay in my own lane and you too,
Never let the niggers know more than you know!
Rap this! See my life... you do!
Two... filed up and don't know who's who.
How long mother fuckers, this is...?
Cash... record... used to.

Top Young Buck, Rumors

No I'm not jay-z 50 or P.Diddy
Nas or DMX or Brooklyn's own Biggie
I'm A dirty south soldier I hope y'all here me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Never met Big L or Big Pun
We only got big dreams where a nigga come from
Even with the beef shit still look what I done
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh
lord)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)
I'm back still got my mac and my switchblade
No love to them niggas actin bitch made
It's 08 all I'm thinkin 'bout is gettin paid
Big yachts mansions buyin real estate
When young bucks got gun premieres
So I'm invitin niggas to try some dumb shit
Now all these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
The streets fuck with me I get in their blood
I give them reality rap an the shit for the club
You think Buck gon bankrupt kill yourself
The only thing we all have in common is death
The last one left like my nigga Bun-B
My son in the streets of the N.Y.C.
Even if I get caught and the fed's Come get me, yeeaah!
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh
lord)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Gotta take what's mine (mine) make up for lost time
(time)
My kind is designed for the grime (grime)
We all wanna shine (shine) loyalty is hard to find
You got love for your dog nigga show him a sign
Can't hold him in the [? ] if you wanna see him ball
Niggas build you up just to watch you fall
Now all of these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
King of my own castle I'm a master
Stop an I'll fly right past ya
You know what I'm after
Until I get captured
When I'm in the casket like Ol' Dirty Bastard
Use to be a dream
Now it's me on the big screen
But my homie never saw sixteen
So if I see Pac when the lord come get me I'mma tell
him that...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh
lord)
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)

Top Young Buck, Get Buck - The Official Mixtape

Hey Whoo Kid, he hotter than a motherfucker
[Young Buck:]
Hey yo, you know what?
I'm startin' to feel myself a little bit
You know?
Money lookin' right
The block lookin' good
You know what i'm sayin'?
And niggas is eatin' around my way
[Chorus: Young Buck]
We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
The mayor of the city
I know you niggas hear me
I park the Phantom in the projects just me and 50
The Dope Boy Committee
Go fill an application out
We 'gon give you a call back if its what you say its
'bout
Alright lets get this money niggas
We trappin' twenty hours until they come and get us
I can't be movin' over no pennies
Cause we will come and get it
So all you niggas with them high prices I ain't with it
Spit it...
Down the middle
Flip it and give me mine
I'd be lyin'
If I said that I stopped but i'm tryin'
What you buyin'?
What you need
Where you at? Where you be
Got the coke
Got the dope
Got the bills and the weed
Come on
[Chorus: Young Buck]
We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Pillsbury Dough Boy painted on the side
Baking soda seats this my dope man ride
All the junkies see me comin'
And they all get to runnin'
Before I can get out they hollain' "What you got for
me?"
I make another stack
Then go check another trap
Got my mind on my money and my hand on my strap
The block throw a party when a cop get shot
So when they come through here.. They do not stop
And everyday we hustlin' like it or not
Just keep the old folks cool and we can set up shop
These young niggas act a fool start runnin' it hot
If a nigga break the rules i'm a show him what I got
Bitch
[Chorus: Young Buck]
We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
[Young Buck:]
Yeah dope boy music nigga
Hey Houston, Buck The World
Spray paint it on the project buildings for me niggas
Ha ha ha
Oh man..
We gettin' money in Ca$hville
I know they gettin' money in the A
They gettin' money in Memphis
They gettin' money in Houston
Money everywhere shit
Nigga they still gettin money in Louisianna, New
Orleans
They my niggas
Money in Ohio, St. Louis
Money all over this bitch
As long as they got eighteen with us they got money
Do the math bitch

Top Young Buck, The Taped Conversation

[Young Buck:]
Aiyo, hip hop is a beautiful thing
Until somebody die ha ha ha
[Vocal Sample:]
Daydreams, I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day
Daydreams, I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
Such a beautiful day
Daydreams, I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day
Daydreams, I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
Such a beautiful day
[Young Buck:]
G Unit !!!! South
Yeah
I got this niggas
I'm baaaaaaack
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Its like everybody mad in hip hop
They sad when they get hot
Go broke and stay scared to grab that Zip Lock
Election time comin' the dope goin' up
Niggas put you out the game man you ain't showin' up
Got to rob Little Johnny
For his quarter bird money
Ever since I put him on its like I ain't heard from him
And they raided the number house
Thats when I felt lucky
Should've played my little girl's birthday but fuck it
Its a cold world
[50 Cent:]
Aiyo pull that back man
Aiyo play that again man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Hey, how you work how you work this?
Turn the knob
Turn the music up
Turn it up so they can hear it louder out there
[Young Buck:]
Aiyo, hip hop is a beautiful thing
Until somebody die ha ha ha
[Vocal Sample:]
Daydreams, I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day
Daydreams, I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
Such a beautiful day
Daydreams, I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day
Daydreams, I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
Such a beautiful day
[Young Buck:]
G Unit !!!! South
Yeah
I got this niggas
I'm baaaaaaack
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Its like everybody mad in hip hop
They sad when they get hot
Go broke and stay scared to grab that Zip Lock
Election time comin' the dope goin' up
Niggas put you out the game man you ain't showin' up
Got to rob Little Johnny
For his quarter bird money
Ever since I put him on its like I ain't heard from him
And they raided the number house
Thats when I felt lucky
Should've played my little girl's birthday but fuck it
Its a cold world
Thats why my old girl
Called the police and told 'em that I sold furl
Gave up Earl and Sherl
And gave life to Durl
So could you hand me that can I think i'm 'gon hurl
Cause you ain't ever had to steal water from your
neighbor's house
Or pay Chris The Clown to perform when your cable out
Now i'm parked in the projects waitin' on 50
Everytime I hop in the back of the Bentley..
Its like I start to
[Vocal Sample:]
Daydreams, I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day
Daydreams, I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
Such a beautiful day

Top Young Buck, Live Loyal Die Rich

Aye, This Cashville Records and you know who else...
Maybach Music
Haha
Alot of shit going on in the streets...
Alot of niggaz ain't here no more...
Hey, have you ever seen a dead body?
And the face the sucker make before you head shot him?
The way a pussy nigga fall when you red dot him?
You know that feeling when you make that call that say
we got him
He left the safe but took his lies with him
So she keep screaming, her man, he put the gun in her
hand, and made his wife hit him
Ain't bout that brown, but the white did it
Instead of servin' the town he rather snort coke with
white women
Dead bodies on the ground comforted in their white
linnen
Said I won't fuck with his family, but I might get them
All this poppin bottles celebratin cause you made it
Homicide released a statment
Haha
It's drug related...
Dead body get my hands muddy
I'm gettin rappers out the way, so I can't study
Got me ridir' with a FED charge
With the pasanger saying
"I think I hit him"
Watched his head hit the dashboard
Okay, let's fast forward
Can't have us work for no purpose
This is just the games you play when you at war
What you know about something missing when the low
come?
Just to find out that your homeboy stole one
I've seen alot but that's a cold one
Now the gate's cold, they ain't called no one
He paralyzed, but his brother made it
They took a good one, the hole neighbourhood hate him
But it was drug related...
Down to his last, I see desperate written in his face
Keep makin statments like they can't tell if it's in a
shape
A half chicken plate, told them it's two ounces over
Meet at a place where we don't have to look over our
shoulder
Young nigga hungry, grabed his money, told him that he
comin'
Dropped of his kids and told them daddy had to handle
something
Picked up the packet and even made it back
Didn't even wait a sec, straight to the kitchen
It's time to make it crack
This shit ain't lockin up and hitin' them up, then take
it back
But he was told that once he took it ain't no change in
that
When he killed them too quick, when he should have
waited
Instead of premeditated it's murder
And it's drug related...

Top Young Buck, Addicted

I love gettin money homie
Real talk - legal or illegal
Just addicted to gettin money
I try so hard to survive
Making money
Nothing but money on my mind
So ridiculous
I'll be hustling til I die
Family first, I love my wife
I'm so addicted
From the bottom of the barrel
I'm coming up for air
Got my hands in so many things
That's keeping me right here
Spending time with my family
I'm fighting for my freedom
Y'all falling in love, I'm trying to
Fuck em and leave em
I've got my mind on a million
Shawty, now let that be the reason
How about I buy you a house
And we just call it even?
My partner told me he had a plug
I couldn't believe him, cause he
Be lying, but this time he
Practice what he preaching
I love to see these young niggas shine
And me there eating
I hate to see the young niggas testify
Now let that be the reason
We be selling dope and thieving
Taking these grams around
Turn the hood to a video for mtv jams
Rappers ain't clever no more
Oh you forgot who I am?
Cause I've been boxing with uncle sam
Blocking in my brother's land
Selling dope out my mama's house
Almost got my mother slammed
My definition of going to hell
I'm addicted to money nigga
The trap bang and the set boom
I'm from where niggas get shot
And show off their flesh wounds
I'm from where niggas get killed
And whoever next to em
And bitches fight at the funeral
Trying to get next to them
He let the x do him
A small pill got em all killed
How they own supply, they never knew em
Just heard the gunfire
Lost in the money
And I can't find my way out, it won't work
She complains when I stay out
I can't leave, one move, I boom
The yay out. and fuck the other
Baby-daddies and what they about
Pregnant bitch, mane, call the police on me
You can have the baby
Just can't have me shawty
I guess it's me and this paper
And bitch I'm cool with it
You gotta lose it just to find out
What to do with it
You gotta use it just to find out
How two did it
I still do it and dunn it
Addicted to money, it's buck

Top Young Buck, I Can Do It

What's Up Niggas?,
I'm Hearin Niggas Got A Lil' Problem Around There,
Iight.,
I Can Handle That Shit For You My Nigga,
It's Gonna Cost You A Lil' Something Iight?,
So Ya'll Niggas Round Up That Paper And Holla Back.
I Can Knock Him Off Homie Just Give Me The Go,
Or I Can Poke Him Up, Let That Ass Die Slow,
Yeah, I Can Make It Happen For You Just Give Me The
Dough,
And I'm a Do It Right, So Police Will Never Know,
I Can Do It, I Can Do It, Just Put My Mind To It,
I Can Do It, I Can Do It, Just Put My Mind To It.
You Can Do It, You Can Do It, Just Put Your Mind To It,
You Can Do It, You Can Do It, Just Put Your Mind To It.
Now, I Can Pop This Nigga While He With His Baby Momma,
Or I Can Catch His Homeboys And Smack Em With The
Llama,
Or I Can Make A Bomb And Go Put It In His Car,
Or Flip A Mickey On Him While He Drankin At The Bar,
Yeah I Could Put A Scope On This 30 Ought 6,
Or I Could Go Chop Him Up And Go Feed Him To My Pits,
See I Could Throw Gas On Him Then Light A Match,
Or I Can Run Him Over In My Muthafuckin Lac',
I Can Lay In His Backyard And Dress In All Black,
Or I Can Beat Him Down With A Baseball Bat,
No I Can Make His Homeboys Set Him Up
Or I Can Take Him To The Hood Let His Ass Get Touched,
Yeah I Can Make My Hoes Go And Stab Him In The Neck,
Or I Can Break His Nose If I Hit Him With The Tek,
So I Put It In For You Gimme What I Get,
Or I'm a Get At You With The Same Ol' Shit.
I Can Knock Him Off Homie Just Give Me The Go,
Or I Can Poke Him Up, Let That Ass Die Slow,
Yeah, I Can Make It Happen For You Just Give Me The
Dough,
And I'm a Do It Right, So Police Will Never Know,
I Can Do It, I Can Do It, Just Put My Mind To It,
I Can Do It, I Can Do It, Just Put My Mind To It.
You Can Do It, You Can Do It, Just Put Your Mind To It,
You Can Do It, You Can Do It, Just Put Your Mind To It.
They Think I'm Bullshittin',
No I Watch Too Many Movies,
But I Can Rip Him Off Like Baby Did Juvie,
No I Can Make A Phone Call Find Where He Live,
Or I Can Run Up On Him Put The Nine To His Ribs,
Hey I Can Set A Fire While He Sleepin In The House,
Or I Can Go Simply And Just Put A Gun In His Mouth,
No If I Play It Like That Then I Be The Fool,
So I Can Snatch His Kids When They Come Home From
School,
Or I Can Put Some Poison In This Pussy Nigga Food,
Yeah I Can Even Make You Go And Kill Dude,
So I Put It In For You Gimme What I Get,
Or I'm a Get At You With The Same Ol' Shit.
I Can Knock Him Off Homie Just Give Me The Go,
Or I Can Poke Him Up, Let That Ass Die Slow,
Yeah, I Can Make It Happen For You Just Give Me The
Dough,
And I'm a Do It Right, So Police Will Never Know,
I Can Do It, I Can Do It, Just Put My Mind To It,
I Can Do It, I Can Do It, Just Put My Mind To It.
You Can Do It, You Can Do It, Just Put Your Mind To It,
You Can Do It, You Can Do It, Just Put Your Mind To It.
If You Need To Get A Nigga Blown Off,
All You Gotta Do Is Call Me.
If You Need To Get A Nigga Blown Off,
All You Gotta Do Is Call Me.
If You Need To Get A Nigga Blown Off,
All You Gotta Do Is Call Me.
If You Need To Get A Nigga Blown Off,
All You Gotta Do Is Call Me.
I Can Knock Him Off Homie Just Give Me The Go,
Or I Can Poke Him Up, Let That Ass Die Slow,
Yeah, I Can Make It Happen For You Just Give Me The
Dough,
And I'm a Do It Right, So Police Will Never Know,
I Can Do It, I Can Do It, Just Put My Mind To It,
I Can Do It, I Can Do It, Just Put My Mind To It.
You Can Do It, You Can Do It, Just Put Your Mind To It,
You Can Do It, You Can Do It, Just Put Your Mind To It.

Top Young Buck, Puff Puff Pass

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

Top Young Buck, Purse First

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

Top Young Buck, Pocket Full Of Paper

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!)

Top Young Buck, Prices On My Head (featuring Lloyd Banks & D-Tay)

[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

Top Young Buck, Shorty Wanna Ride

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

Top Young Buck, Slow Ya Roll

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

Top Young Buck, Push Em Back

(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!

Top Young Buck, Say It To My Face

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)

Top Young Buck, Money In The Bank

[Lil Scrappy]
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit!
[Chorus - 4X]
I got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank
[Lil Scrappy]
I'ma get that, dough and fuck with dem, hoes
Young ladied that know me know Scrappy's a, pro
Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage
Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage
You be tryin, hard but nigga don't, start
You be doin shit is gon' get you to the, morgue
I go get that, paper a mega fuckin watch
I be pullin out knots, that can buy me a, yacht
Hold on baby, please, go get on yo', knees
If you don't do it for me then do it for the, cheese (yea)
I got extra weed (yea) money long like sleeves (yea)
If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat
Got a bank account (cha-ching) with a large amount
If a nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce)
Take it outside, nigga fuck fallin back
Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack
[Chorus - 2X]
[Young Buck]
Two step with me, let me show you how it goes
The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls
I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine
My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime
You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country
She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me
Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks
G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back
See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back
Cause I got
[Chorus - 2X]
[Lil Scrappy]
50, got me, Lil Jon, got me
I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop
Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me
I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop

Top Young Buck, Penny Pinchin'

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,

Top Young Buck, Look At Me Now

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

Top Young Buck, I'm a Soldier

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

Top Young Buck, Taking Hits

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

Top Young Buck, Prices On My Head

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

Top Young Buck, Don't Need No Help

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!)

Top Young Buck, Bonafide Hustler

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

Top Young Buck, Died And Came Back

[Young Buck Talking]
If i should die before i wake
Lord Please my soul you'll take
eh eh pass that blunt
Man i ain't even asked for this shit
man this the realest shit i ever wrote though
But you know, i guess im thuggin it up
[Verse 1]
Theres no way i can hide it, you can see the pain in my eyes
I ain't thinkin' 'bout college to busy tryin to stay alive
They done cut the water off and i ain't tryin' to see the lights go
Even little shit like 5 dollars i'ma fight fo'
My sisters only twelve and shes pregnant with a baby
My brothers goin' to jail and my mama's goin' crazy
I'm all by my self, mutha fuck my old lady
Cause soon no money left, she was fuckin' niggas daily
We already in hell Lord please can you save me
Im ridin' with a 12 guage i know these niggas hate me
I got a few birds and a few words for you niggas on the street
Im swervin' in excursions i know you heard of me
I got them mad at me, I hit the block cop drop that nigga bad ain't he
We sell rocks, bust glocks and keep our rags hangin'
Thug Niggas shootin they cops, Look we ain't playin'
Anywhere sittin on shops
[Chorus]
I wonder if i died and came back
Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
I knooowwwww
I wonder if i died and came back
Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
I knooowwwww
[Verse 2]
You got me ain't havin bitches in the hood
Theres snitches in the hood
My suggestion to you niggas start gettin it while its good
If you crawl for your ball, learn the game
Know the things that'll get you knocked off cause niggas out here ain't playin'
Bein' real done popped off, 2? in this home
Got me way in New York 'bout to run up in your home
Im way up your floor, get my money and im gone
And if he payed me on time then we wouldn't have to show em'
But they got a place for him like they got a place for me
Maybe we'll meet again, we'll jsut have to wait and see
Thug niggas, i love killers who cock it back and bust
Remember me i used to smoke weed on the school bus
Nigga what, Nigga who, Nigga what you gon' do
Im Young Buck, now move and let me come through
Is it true before you die do you really see it comin'
Do the hardest nigga cry and start runnin'
[Chorus]
I wonder if i died and came back
Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
I knooowwwww
I wonder if i died and came back
Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
I knooowwwww
[Verse 3]
Polititians is bullshittin and really Bill Clinton is the
closest we getting to ever having a black president
Still i feel heaven sentin, Tryin to walk with my head up
Cause now we got this anthrax shit to be scared of
Nobody prepared us for this
All they said was make sure you watch the news at six
And we feeding all these other countrys
What about that old man eatin out the fuckin' dumpster
Oh you don't know him but everything goes up must come down
One love to all projects that got torn down
Im ridin' with God, me and my sqaud nigga U.T.P
I'm ballin but just remember how it used to be
So regardless never let nothing come between
Our family, our money, our dream
And even when it seems like its all over
From Tennessee to the Macknoya
We gunna ball till we fall
[Chorus]
I wonder if i died and came back
Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
I knooowwwww
I wonder if i died and came back
Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
I knooowwwww
I wonder if i died and came back
Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
I knooowwwww
I wonder if i died and came back
Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that

Top Young Buck, Front Seat

I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club
With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the
front seat)
I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the
wheel
But this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front
seat)
Who's strap (we strap) , who's strap (we strap)
You got yours now let me hear you clap
Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these
haters
Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front
seat)
On my buck shit just left my pot of grain sand
I plan on poppin' purchases and robbin' till it's
daylight
Y'all niggas is told on we just say you damn
But all I hold shows on these country bitches pussy
tight
Boy this club would make a motherfucker think he rich
Make an ugly bitch even think that she the shit
Don't be surprised when you see what's in our rights
Ain't made just a gage she put right between your eyes
Different neighbourhood's beefing
You gon' stay in or gon' stay out
Somebody get to shoot, nigga it's one way in or one way
My city own one everybody too strap
Middle fingers up when they hear me holla who's strap
I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club
With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the
front seat)
I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the
wheel
But this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front
seat)
Who's strap (we strap) , who's strap (we strap)
You got yours now let me hear you clap
Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these
haters
Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front
seat)
We believe in pudding candy paint on anything
Don't know the first to bring the dough but we been
ballin' since we came
They get we was cope put my nephew through them college
years
When you people refused to give him a scholarship
Why I ask my mama why she needs some cash for
Then she just looked at me and asked me what I needed
that mass for
Just load it up with bullets paint his face bright
'Cause that's the type of shit my AK like
No trace face got a rag on it
And the chevy signal ain't ates with no fucking tags on
Let them niggers think they got away with it for that
moment
Retaliation show feel good don't it
I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club
With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the
front seat)
I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the
wheel
But this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front
seat)
Who's strap (we strap) , who's strap (we strap)
You got yours now let me hear you clap
Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these
haters
Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front
seat)
Used to shoot it out with them niggers for different
pity shit
They used it on a beefer for bitches that I already hit
Shit been flaming since them new niggers been hanging
So they ain't from around here it's time for
rearranging
When daddy bought the banging he's 60 still slanging
Got a chopper for that dumb shit and he got a young
bitch
Nigga who's strap, fuck if you have
You got it on you right now give me 2 clap
Catch up on the few laps
Coping at your neighbourhood I'm looking for some new
trap
Jack Daniels and that 40 with the black handle
Take your money and I blew it like a candle
I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club
With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the
front seat)
I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the
wheel
But this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front
seat)
Who's strap (we strap) , who's strap (we strap)
You got yours now let me hear you clap
Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these
haters
Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front

Top Young Buck, Ride

It is what it is, Lets ride nigga, Yea!
What you niggas know about, slippin they clips in AK's
Im talkin bout hittin niggas blocks
(Verse 1)
Im wipin down my bullets with my bandana hidden behind tips
The beef bout to be handled nigga gimme bout 5 minutes
Im prayin aint no kids out playin today
'cause i aint tryna see no babies gettin hit with a stray
So if ya enemy is hidin home then turn off ya lights
Then throw this bitch in bar, we gettin out tonight
I wanna look him in his eyes before he die
Some niggas get away when the shells start to fly
We gonn' make sure anybody out there breathin gonn' be bleedin
Everybody out there leakin then we leavin
We get away, car parked in a dark alley
Just cut up thru the yard, hop a fence then we at it
We off to the next block, catch me if you can
Gunpowder on my shirt and some blood on my hands
Never thought i'd see the day that i'd be killin me a man
This here for 50's enemies to make em understand that
(Chorus)
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthaf**kas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do
This just a lil somethin you can let off ya glock to
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthaf**kas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do
This just a lil somethin you can let off ya chopper to
(Verse 2)
Clip in the Smith & Wesson
And i done been shot but i aint learn my lesson
I bought me some band-aids and hand grenades
And i'd pull the pin and throw it where ya family stay
This the hood muthaf**ka not Sandro Pay
You hear the police sirens all god damn day
We huntin for our prey, if we see em we eat em
And f**k the D.A., they aint takin my freedom
So when you make this turn, ima let off this thang
Retaliating on them bitches like Hugh did Kane
Insane, im the black John Wayne
With a chrome Fo-Fo, put a hole in ya frame
Detectives found em with his watch and his chain
And some money in his pocket, a bullet in his brain
Never thought i'd see the day that i'd be killin me a man
This here for Yayo enemies to make em understand what im sayin is
(Chorus )
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthaf**kas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do
This just a lil somethin you let ya fo-five off to
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthaf**kas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do
This just a lil somethin you let ya 12-gauge off to
(Verse 3)
I'd be lyin if i say i wasnt nervous the first time
But thinkin how they shot my cousin, i just bust mine
Hard people glance, glock under my waist
This big fat ass officer aint gonn' win this chase
Im paranoid but i got away clean
And i dont be havin all them nightmare dreams
They say i have no conscience, my heart just cold
'cause i dont try to squash it, ya boy just roll
We hold niggas hostage, ya kid now hosed
The news to this game man we play how it goes
The feds know my name so i stay on the low
Every murder that go down they knockin at my door
Gotta know what you doin and how to shuffle it out
And once the homie go do it he gotta muzzle his mouth
I never thought i'd see the day that i'd be killin me a man
This here for Banks enemies to make em understand what im sayin is
(Chorus )
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthaf**kas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do
This just a lil somethin you let ya Tec 9 off to
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthaf**kas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do

Top Young Buck, Swag On Em

Southside swag swag
east side swag swag
west side swag swag
(swag on em)
Walk in this bitch thousand dollar outfit
and i still like kush lil bitch im the shit
i dont hold no cups ima bottle poppin nigga
and i pause like this...now lets get em
and if she lookin for a baller than she must
be lookin? cuz her brains sayin no but my cars
sayin fuck me wither her apple bottom jeans
and you know what that means back seat
with a flick playin on the flat sceen
got my dope boys swag
rockin to the rythm
i dont do the gucci bags but my hoes fuck wit em
nick tat it up jus tat it up ??? tat it up
hatas mad at us
yeah im a g wit out da unit and i can do it
i can shake em off and get right back to it
nah we dont fuck wit dat we do it like dis
now bitch get back
chorus
i got it if u want it x2
u lookin like u need some (he lookin like he need some)
u lookin like u need some(she lookin like she need some)
now hold up man this nigga done stepped on my mother fuckin shoes
if u say somethin dont play me like a hoe
dont look n see its me and try to say u didnt kno
all yall got me fucked up
my hoe will beat a bitch clothes off
give my niggas the word and they gon go off
go hard (go hard)
u go soft (u go soft)
??? tax yer bitch like rick ross
i pulled up in the club in yer phanom cuz
we try to hide but that poparazi kno its us
by the bar jus rockin to the rythm
i dont drink margaritas but my hoes fuck wit em
tick? strapped up beat? strapped up we strapped up
black flag black truck
maybe if i take the D&G; shades off now
i could get my swag right on this
on this red ??? ???
turn around shawty look who jus walked in the club
them niggas gettin money but not like us
Chorusx2
Southside swag swag
east side swag swag
west side swag swag

Top Young Buck, Money Good

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!!

Top Young Buck, Lose My Mind

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)

Top Young Buck, Look At Me Now (featuring Mr. Porter)

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

Top Young Buck, Let Me In

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

Top Young Buck, I'm A Soldier (featuring 50 Cent)

[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

Top Young Buck, I'll Be Back

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)

Top Young Buck, I Need A Freak

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

Top Young Buck, I Know You Want Me

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!!!

Top Young Buck, I Ain't Fucking Wit U!

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

Top Young Buck, Hold On

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

Top Young Buck, I Shoot You Shoot

What... Common...
See I can make a horror movie with this warship movie
Or spray my name on the door of your fuckin hoop d
Fuck some jewelry I rock fifty chains for the haters
Most of these rappers get a Rolley from straight to Jacob
You know buck buying more guns than army
And keep one on me incase these niggas try and rob me
I'm sorry I'm not fifth in Corporate America
But your honor I still gutta tote a Berretta
I know a lot of niggas that wish they had one with them
When the money got dropped off the killers came to get them
Fuckin Pete got knocked off ain't nobody got a clue
So don't tell me I aint doing what I gutta do
You know who shot at who when niggas tried and creep on us
Thought we was only talk and didn't have no heat on us
Watch these hoes man they fuck around and get you killed
If she don't put on in ya head another nigga will
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
Hell ya' hey Bank$ bring em' straps!
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
G UNIT! you know where we at
The Desert Eagle stay stashed in the Buick Regal
A 12 gauge stashed in the back right beside the speaker
And I got beef but I ride through any hood
Christian Beyonce's 23's leather and wood
Aint seen the block in a minute you know why I'm gone
Make sure the phene's still coming they know that I been touring
A ghetto nigga who still hang where he came from
Not one of these hollering gangsta when he ain't one
New York got a lot of rappers like to battle rap
I tell em' nigga I ain't with it homie grab a strap
My little brother like me he wanna sell dope
The Vice pulled him over he swallowed it down his throat
We all know the consequences when you fail to win
Half these niggas get out the pen the going again
What would you do if I told you it was a hit on you
Strap up? Or get rapped up? (ppplap) Back up!
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
Hell ya' hey Bank$ bring em' straps!
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)

Top Young Buck, Working My Way Back To You

I keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you babe
And a happiness that died
I let it get away
Keep paying every day
When you were so in love with me
I played around like I was free
Thought I could have my cake and eat it too
And how I cried over losing you
See I'm down and out
And I ain't about to go
Living my life without you
Hey every day, I made you cry
I'm begging girl, 'til the day I die
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died
I let it get away
Keep paying every day
I used to love to make you cry
It made me feel like a man inside
If I had been a man in reality
Then you'd be here baby loving me
Now my nights are long
And only a lion could prowl
Girl, I guess we're too slow
Girl, but you're too proud
And you won't give in
But when I think about all I can't win
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died
I let it get away
Keep paying every day
My heart is kind of low
I just gotta get back home
I'm really sorry
For acting that way
I'm really sorry
Ooh, little girl
I'm really sorry
For throwing away our love
Sweet little girl
I'm really sorry
For making you cry
I really need you
Don't you hear me talking to you
Really sorry
For telling you lies
For so long
Oh please
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died
Working, working
I'm really working
Working baby
Can't you see me working...
[fade out]

Top Young Buck, Something About You

YOung Bucks in here
Forever forever forever forever (2x)
Theres something about your style and the way that you move
How you do when you do what you doin to me, you game in the bed tight
I just wanna feel you body your body and my body is so right
make me spend more than the night cuz u got me open
Plus that hypno and dro tasting so nice
Young Buck my name and normally I dont get down but this time the feelings the same,
So say my name, when we bump and grind when you moving shaking the room until the early light
I got that get right we can get right tonight
I do my thing out in the streets but thats a part of my life
I do my thing over the people say they love when I write, so you crushing is a must tonight
Said i park the two seater put the money in the meter
told my man I be right back fam i gotta meet her
shorty was looking sweeter than a candy bar
U must be one in the sky baby you was a star
Got that coach outfit, let me play for u cuz this is something i been wanting to do me and u
Something about your frame that got me thinking oh my god when somebody mention you name
dont make me call timeout for my plans
cuz u understand when its time to go and chill with my mans
never bump heads never fight,
that wouldnt happen cuz if that happened than things might be to good to be right
So just know that i know u a rider and down for whatever loving when im inside ya
but u got a fam, and I got a fam I got a girl u got a man think about it like damn
When we first met, I know I was gonna have a good year
you give me da vibes now my future looking so clear
YOu make me high when there aint even no dro here
keep you laughing but now baby there aint no jokes here
and u can holla back back at ur dude, we do street shit, but we do that soul shit too
Theres something about your style
And the way that you move how you do when you do what you doin to me
I just wanna feel your body your body and my body is so right
Cuz u got me open and that hypno and dro tasting so nice
and normally i dont get down but this time the feelings the same
Shorty you got that good power you
And speaking of that thing i wanted to do with me and u we can get it
In the aisle and in the restaurant we can hit it
In the mall and the club too girl im with it
Im feeling good, got my hat low you love the fitted,
I ride good, you ride good, the whip kitted
Windows tinted, vison is limited
But everyone know that its just you and me in it
Something about your mind and the way that you speaking
To me got me thinking that you feeling me
And if its all good, we can move out the ghetto together even though we gon be still hood
Even though mommys be like bucky's tripping
They know at the end of the day with u is where im chillin girl
There something about the way you wearing them jeans and jays
Screaming them thugged out hooks OK we OK
And if i got it you got it whatever you want baby girl its on me,
Whose that reall nigga that'll look out got 21 answers to your questions no doubt
Got plenty of reasons why your boy is still down
You independent do your thing when I aint around
Shorty, good with a pack like give me a pound
And how to play stupid when the boys come round
Know how to hold me down when your boy outta town
Im thinking you the one im keeping around
Young Bucks in here

Top Young Buck, Bye Bye (ft. Rukus 100)

Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye
Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye
Bitch, she crazy, but no, I can't complain about it
Can't let 'em break me, oh no, can't get no angel body
Ok, then take me, three years, it ain't nothing about it
Prison just fucked up for niggas who ain't about it
I know why I am in this line up, though
'Cause some street niggas forget 'bout what they signed up for
You put a pussy in position, it's gonna fuck you
And now you're dead broke but you should've wore a rubber
My chopper on the couch, I'm bagging kush up with my mother
And she tell me and my brothers just look out for each other
That shit they sticking in their veins back then I didn't understand
You can transport a million, breach the pen, know how you plan
Nigga on the mile pitching but I don't under hand
I'm throwing eight balls down the middle doing damage
Niggas cannot hit me, I call it their foul ball
Head to tails from players, I can win this game without y'all
Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye
Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye
Just smoking on me, I told you
Running laps around these phonies
400 meters relays, the whole block full of herbals
I'm jacking, join the curse with the word, Lord have mercy
The streets got me on three-way with each and every corner
The hood got me on replay and them bad bitches be on me
I'm spinning like a DJ and the DA wanna cuff me
My bond high as EBay and my PO acting funny
But if I don't get no leeway I'm 100 miles and running
Momma just got out prison and I just got out the county, too
99% or half of the shit they spit ain't of the truth
All these rappers rapping 'bout it but they never been through
All these niggas chopping now but I ain't seem 'em coming through
Different from what you used to, me and Buck like the juice crew
He in the pen, I'm on probation and it's the test, too
Bet every dime, I'mma gonna handle mine when the rent due
Random test my urine, all my results say I'm getting to
Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye
Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye

Top Young Buck, Blow Some Weed

Top Young Buck, Fuck Bitches Pt.2

Yeah, Get Money!
You Niggas Know What It Is
Ah Man You Know I Don't Give A Fuck About A Bitch
I'm Gettin' Money
[Chorus:]
I Got No Time To Chase That Bitch
I'm On My Grind I Flip Them Bricks
Pimp That Ho 'till She Get Me Rich
Hustlin' It Now Didn't Give Me Shit
I Took That Work And Cooked That Coke
Rolled That Blunt And Inhaled That Smoke
We Waited Outside 'till They All Came Out
Ran Up On 'em With Them Big Thangs Out
Takin' Niggas' Chains In The Middle Of The Street
Bust A Couple Of Shots Get Away On Feet
Back To The Hood Make The Hos Put In Work
Walk That Block With A Byrd In Your Purse
Ho Turn That Trick Bitch Break That Nigga
You Know Daddy Don't Like His Bank Roll Little
Buy That Car Homie Bust Your Guns
Fuck Them Boys Nigga Where You From?
Put Ice On Your Clique
Not Ice On A Bitch
Real Niggas Take My Advice In This Shit
Get That Bread
Nigga Watch Them Feds
First Nigga Snitch Better Bust His Head
[Chorus:]
I Got No Time To Chase That Bitch
I'm On My Grind I Flip Them Bricks
Pimp That Ho 'till She Get Me Rich
Hustlin' It Now Didn't Give Me Shit
For Real Nigga
Some Of You Niggas Out Here Hustlin' For These Hos
Your Bitch Rims Bigger Than Yours Man
What Kind Of Shit Is That?
Yous A Sucker For Love Nigga
Get The Fuck Out The Club Ho
Yeah, Niggas Know What It Is
G Unit Young Buck
Pimpin', Ca$hville Ten-A-Key Nigga
Holla Back
Na, I'm Still Lookin' For A New York Ho, Where She At?

Top Young Buck, Look At Me Now (feat. Mr. Porter)

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

Top Young Buck, Man Down

[Intro:]
G.unit
Eyo spider
Eyo hit that nigga banks up
Tell em man
Ey man I just seen the niggas man
(yeah)
Yeah man tell a nigga call pete
Call a nigga half tell em niggas common man
(wassap)
Them niggas over there
Man a nigga slippy man
They all been fucking with some hoes and shit
Common niggas let's go
[Chorus: Young Buck]
(let's gooo)
If you just a nigga spinnin outside
We gone hustle bout da wide
Overside
Nigga hit there ass up
Every body die when the bullets start to fly
Let em dry till da ambulance pick there ass up
Man down (aeeeh)
Some body got hit
Them niggas can't do it empty out the whole clip
Man down (awhh)
You hear em people screamin
They pumpin on the chest but your man ain't breathin'
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Since homie know ma face
Ain't no need for no ski mask
Hollow tips can make a nigga go to sleep fast
Catch em stuck and show em nauf in his E class
Pull up and put a hole in his cheap ass
Bought a glock and a kayne with a body on it
And show the blood over spit nobody else want it
Whole kinda bitch throwem in da back seat
Empty out the clip make them hoes wanna track me
Don't u love it when your enemy has lost
And the sound of the 12 gage when it sound doze
U cathc that ass slippin and he blame it on hiss boss
Begin or his life askin you how much it cost
A bullet has no eyes and the trigger has no heart
The people never stop so the war bout to start
Don't be out there
Am tellin nigga as soon as filthy dark
We gone circle bout da block
And throw it less you want
[Chorus: Young Buck]
(let's gooo)
If you just a nigga spinnin outside
We gone hustle bout da wide
Overside
Nigga hit there ass up
Every body die when the bullets start to fly
Let em dry till da ambulance pick there ass up
Man down (aeeeh)
Some body got hit
Them niggas can't do it empty out the whole clip
Man down (awhh)
You hear em people screamin
They pumpin on the chest but your man ain't breathin'
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Ningga ma slow flows ain't touch a bow
Your fans cahnge their mind
When P comes through
Cause I be sittin in da drop
Skimmin with the top
Then your hoes saw the video now they wanna pop
And maybe cause I gave David that stack
He cover ma risk with invisible sacks
Fresh off the private jacks
Now we in da projects takin pictures with the kids
Call me ORP or VIP da dawn
The people love me cause I say what they want
Tell these rappers they ain't shit they mommas too
When u see me in da streets whachu gonna do
Pull your heads down to your feet and grow somewhere
else
Better escape far make sort out your grill
Nigga am laughin at the top of the world
It's the unit
Pray that you could do it
How we do it
[Chorus: Young Buck]
(let's gooo)
If you just a nigga spinnin outside
We gone hustle bout da wide
Overside
Nigga hit there ass up
Every body die when the bullets start to fly
Let em dry till da ambulance pick there ass up
Man down (aeeeh)
Some body got hit
Them niggas can't do it empty out the whole clip
Man down (awhh)
You hear em people screamin
They pumpin on the chest but your man ain't breathin'
[Ending:]
Aiyght nigga
Just keep [? ]
U know how I most do in this score shit nigga
Hahhaaaa
Yeah
We gonna see watchu gona get really want it
Ya know
In this motherfuckers spot
50 what elese
Yeah nigga kick the speed up nigga
Late back
We got there
Nigga

Top Young Buck, In My Hood

(Intro:)
Yeah man is like I don't been to so much man I don't see so much shit out here man, all this material shit this shit don't mean a shit to me man, No its like I didn't do so much man I aint got no shit to show for man, no f**k the world man, no Buck the world, yeah Buck the world I like that, yeeaah
(Verse:)
Everybody trying to KILL me
I don't have no friends
I bought myself in this mothaf**king Benz
Don't u DISS me, nothings going right and yeah I wanna fight
So im jumping in the night u gonna RESPECT me
I don't wanna talk my nerves bad and I having suicide on thoughts
Somebody WATCHING me I can feel the heat who ever in here is scared
I can hear they heart beat and they are not STOPPING me
Im out of control like a nigga locked up then just got out of the hole
What the DO TO ME, put me in this game give me all this fame
And expect for me to change my f**king mind
(Chorus:)
U mothaf**kas don't know me (lets go)
U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah)
U mothaf**kas don't know me (come on)
U mothaf**kas don't know me
(Verse:)
I am not going to jail, we gonna smoke our weed
We don't need no help, u don't wanna f**k with me
I do not tell, ya wont get enough, Im from the neighbourhood where we thought our first, put you out of 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 on the bed
U don't love me, u just like my call and if im ever with broke u find another star, don't u touch me, I don't need a wife I love my lil girl but her momma needs a life
(Chorus:)
U mothaf**kas don't know me (come on)
U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah)
U mothaf**kas don't know me (lets go)
U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah)
U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah)
The business is entertainment
And what entertains the customers is the sight of blood
Cam, i mean i was being nice to him
Okay i' get him
Yo niggaz worship the ground i walk on i make mills of the tracks i talk on

Top Young Buck, Daydreams

Top Young Buck, Thugged Out

(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?)

Top Young Buck, Walk With Me

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

Top Young Buck, Run Thru' Em

Got Money
If you got money put yo hood up
If you don't owe nobody shit, put yo hood up
If you buyin' your own bird, put yo hood up
Whatchu' mean if you tryna' buy the hog
credit card machines I could swipe a nigga card
Ho get on your job
you always in the club
talkin' bout you ballin but we know you fucked up
Ice on my neck got me lookin' at myself
got me throwin' up my hood make you wanna two step
and some 28 inches on a black lex truck
a bad yellow bitch and we both X'd up
in the club like...
Broke niggaz to the back
Rich niggaz where you at?
gimme that
Ten Thousand dollar stack
and i'm a Run right thru em
(I gotta) Run right thru em
(You know I) Run right thru em
(I bet I) Run right thru em
(yeahh) So clean
from my shirt to my jeans
I'm a dope boy, bitch
what the fuck you mean?
and i'm a Run right thru em
(I gotta) Run right thru em
(You know I) Run right thru em
(I bet I) Run right thru em
I smell like money and I talk that shit
gimme a couple birds
I give you whats on my wrist
I'm tryna' find a bitch and put some diamonds on her hand
Her baby daddy cant, i just do it cuz i can
Patron in my cup got me feelin fucked up
got em all on my nuts cuz i got a million bucks
you can't move it like I do
I'm the man, who are you?
See your money runnin out
Bitch you damn near through
I'm in the club like...
Broke niggaz to the back
Rich niggaz where you at?
gimme that
Ten Thousand dollar stack
and i'm a Run right thru em
(I gotta) Run right thru em
(You know I) Run right thru em
(I bet I) Run right thru em
(yeahh) So clean
from my shirt to my jeans
I'm a dope boy bitch
what the fuck you mean?
and i'm a Run right thru em
(I gotta) Run right thru em
(You know I) Run right thru em
(I bet I) Run right thru em
Everybody know that I got it for the low
aint fuckin wit those niggaz who aint got it no mo'
see aint nothin old but a nigga' bank roll
(I stay Fly-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-i) from my head to my toe
The million dollar man, call me Ted DiBiase
The tag on the 'rarri so dont ask me what it cost me
toilet bowl seats cuz I know that I'm the shit
keep some extra people make it rain in this bitch
and this lil' blue pill got me throwin gang signs
got me showin off my nine
got me losin' my mind
Go 'n' roll somethin' up
I'm a hit it 'till its gone
If ya' weed aint strong, then ya' money aint long.
I'm in the club like...
Broke niggaz to the back
Rich niggaz where you at?
gimme that
Ten Thousand dollar stack
and i'm a Run right thru em
(I gotta) Run right thru em
(You know I) Run right thru em
(I bet I) Run right thru em
(yeahh) So clean
from my shirt to my jeans
I'm a dope boy bitch
what the fuck you mean?
and i'm a Run right thru em
(I gotta) Run right thru em
(You know I) Run right thru em
(I bet I) Run right thru em
Broke niggaz to the back
Rich niggaz where you at?
gimme that
Ten Thousand dollar stack
and i'm a Run right thru em
(I gotta) Run right thru em
(You know I) Run right thru em
(I bet I) Run right thru em
(yeahh) So clean
from my shirt to my jeans
I'm a dope boy bitch
what the fuck you mean?
and i'm a Run right thru em
(I gotta) Run right thru em
(You know I) Run right thru em
(I bet I) Run right thru em

Top Young Buck, No Place for Me

It is what it is, Lets ride nigga, Yea!!
What you niggas know about, slippin they clips in AK's
Im talkin bout hittin niggas blocks
[Verse 1]
Im wipin down my bullets with my bandana hidden behind tips
The beef bout to be handled nigga gimme bout 5 minutes
Im prayin aint no kids out playin today
'cause i aint tryna see no babies gettin hit with a stray
So if ya enemy is hidin home then turn off ya lights
Then throw this bitch in bar, we gettin out tonight
I wanna look him in his eyes before he die
Some niggas get away when the shells start to fly
We gonn' make sure anybody out there breathin gonn' be bleedin
Everybody out there leakin then we leavin
We get away, car parked in a dark alley
Just cut up thru the yard, hop a fence then we at it
We off to the next block, catch me if you can
Gunpowder on my shirt and some blood on my hands
Never thought i'd see the day that i'd be killin me a man
This here for 50's enemies to make em understand that
[Chorus]
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthafuckas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do
This just a lil somethin you can let off ya glock to
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthafuckas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do
This just a lil somethin you can let off ya chopper to
[Verse 2]
Clip in the Smith & Wesson
And i done been shot but i aint learn my lesson
I bought me some band-aids and hand grenades
And i'd pull the pin and throw it where ya family stay
This the hood muthafucka not Sandro Pay
You hear the police sirens all god damn day
We huntin for our prey, if we see em we eat em
And fuck the D.A., they aint takin my freedom
So when you make this turn, ima let off this thang
Retaliating on them bitches like Hugh did Kane
Insane, im the black John Wayne
With a chrome Fo-Fo, put a hole in ya frame
Detectives found em with his watch and his chain
And some money in his pocket, a bullet in his brain
Never thought i'd see the day that i'd be killin me a man
This here for Yayo enemies to make em understand what im sayin is
[Chorus ]
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthafuckas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do
This just a lil somethin you let ya fo-five off to
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthafuckas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do
This just a lil somethin you let ya 12-gauge off to
[Verse 3]
I'd be lyin if i say i wasnt nervous the first time
But thinkin how they shot my cousin, i just bust mine
Hard people glance, glock under my waist
This big fat ass officer aint gonn' win this chase
Im paranoid but i got away clean
And i dont be havin all them nightmare dreams
They say i have no conscience, my heart just cold
'cause i dont try to squash it, ya boy just roll
We hold niggas hostage, ya kid now hosed
The news to this game man we play how it goes
The feds know my name so i stay on the low
Every murder that go down they knockin at my door
Gotta know what you doin and how to shuffle it out
And once the homie go do it he gotta muzzle his mouth
I never thought i'd see the day that i'd be killin me a man
This here for Banks enemies to make em understand what im sayin is
[Chorus ]
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthafuckas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do
This just a lil somethin you let ya Tec 9 off to
Even tho we killed one and we aint done yet
We ridin on these muthafuckas soon as the sun set
Gangsta with it, homie you know how i do
This just a lil somethin you let ya .40 Cal off to

Top Young Buck, Project Niggas

[Verse- Young Buck](Prodigy)
The sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha sweets
Ki's of cocaine is all a nigga see
And all these niggas be lookin for a lick to hit
'cause it dont look like we leavin these bricks to quit
On them hot summer nights we be servin them whites
On them cold winter days we be shootin AK's
You aint safe around here or in the yard
Its everyman for himself nigga livin is hard
You see the cars, the bars, the ghetto super stars
Some niggas got money and forgot who they are
We rob, kill, steal, whatever
("Ayo dunn when you gettin out the hood"), Never
My people need me, my heart is still here
Even tho police be hatin im still here
Im standin on this corner till my pockets bigger
Im goin to my grave as a project nigga
[Chorus- Young Buck/(Prodigy)]
You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me
A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me
(Yo we hood niggas, Project Niggas, everybody know we some ghetto ass niggas)
You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me
A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me
(Straight hood niggas, Project Niggas, yall better know we some ghetto ass niggas)
[Verse- Prodigy]
P is a triple threat, VIP, the Dont
P, bitch get a look at his arm
We megastars, we got bulletproof cars
And we ridin in them shits, with the guns in the door
Baum, is the only thing we smoke
I aint pickin seed out my weed since '94
In New York, the projects is where we feel safe
Surrounded by the others like us, we embrace
All the bullshit, get you niggas a void
This is our life, we aint got no choice
Look we enjoy ourselves in the middle of hell
Shots poppin niggas might run up on you with and tell
Like blow you away, you'll die with ya gun on ya waist
Half assed in a bare cold case
Nigga you aint got strength like the Mobb and G-Unit
In the ghetto, my niggas rear run up in ya place
[Chorus- Young Buck/(Prodigy)]
You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me
A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me
(Yo we hood niggas, Project Niggas, everybody know we some ghetto ass niggas)
You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me
A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me
(Straight hood niggas, Project Niggas, yall better know we some ghetto ass niggas)
[Verse- Havoc]
Gun thru these niggas that stay hatin
Blood i can taste it, Buck im losin my patience
This rap shit, dudes got it fucked up boy
Dont you know we gettin money so we got more toys?
I fucked ya bitch, think nuthin of it
Got mad drama but we still out clubbin
We still out gunnin, dumpin the Mac clips
Homie we got this and yall aint have this
Baby aint nuthin you know im spittin that crack shit
Like im still on the block, bunch of police flippin
Still in the kitchen cookin, workin that Trip Beam
Have fiends baggin watch them lick the plate clean
Do this for my niggas up north from them state greens
Bustin them hammers for clippin my sing sing
All my hood niggas dont worry just maintain
You know what it is G-Unit's what i bang
[Chorus- Young Buck/(Prodigy)]
You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me
A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me
(Yo we hood niggas, Project Niggas, everybody know we some ghetto ass niggas)
You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me
A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me
(Straight hood niggas, Project Niggas, yall better know we some ghetto ass niggas)

Top Young Buck, Best of G-Unit Radio - The Young Buck Edition

Top Young Buck, Mr. Ten-a-Key - Product of the South

[Young Buck]
[Talking]
That shit smell good...
I'm on paper I can't smoke
Naw fuck that, hand me that shit
[Hook]
I said I wouldn't smoke no more
But they keep passin weed to me
They say that thats the fire so i need to see
I hope i don't violate my probation, probation
I said I wouldn't drank no more
But they pass the patron to me
So aint no tellin where a nigga gonna be
I hope i don't violate my probation, probation
[Young Buck]
I don't wanna go back to jail
But wht is that smell
Somebody got the green sticky up in here
I know that i'm on probation
They pulled me over on my high speed chasin
Give me a light, and let me get my mind right
I ain't got to piss this week nigga I'm tight
Thats wha I'm talkin bout
Two hits of this shit'll have yo ass fallin out
I'm in my zone and ain't nobody up to drive me home
All my homies already gone they left me on my own
My seat pushed back let me straighten up my act
They just let me out the pen and I aint goin back
[Hook]
I said I wouldn't smoke no more
But they keep passin weed to me
They say that thats the fire so i need to see
I hope i don't violate my probation, probation
I said I wouldn't drank no more
But they pass the patron to me
So aint no tellin where a nigga gonna be
I hope i don't violate my probation, probation
Everybody got they cups filled up
In the club gettin buck
My P.O. know whats upand I don't give a fuck so
I'm drankin, mothafucka I'm drankin
We gettin money over here so e hold our bottles up
Just look around this bitch, everybody got a cup
So I'm drankin, mothafucka I'm drankin
[Fatty]
You never know what the future hold
So i'm gettin high Cashville,
Day to day duckin homicides
Dope money, guns in my mothafuckin system hoe
I told my P.O. let me smoke I put her on the payroll
I can't deny it I'm a stone cold fiend
For that granddaddy purp, cali kush and sour dies
Drop the top on the 3'6errari
I'm retarded, doin circles smokin on that marlee
Bad bitch in the passenger, black barbie
She hold a quarter pound in hr loueie bag for me
Swisher sweets, smokin never chokin
I'm a OG
I hope my P.O. dont violate me
I keep smokin
[Hook]
I said I wouldn't smoke no more
But they keep passin weed to me
They say that thats the fire so i need to see
I hope i don't violate my probation, probation
I said I wouldn't drank no more
But they pass the patron to me
So aint no tellin where a nigga gonna be
I hope i don't violate my probation, probation
[Young Buck]
(I ain't goin to jail)
(I ain't goin to jail)
[Talking]
Fuck the parole officer, the probation officer, fuck all yall
Fuck the whole downtown
You wanna violate me, you can suck my dick
You wanna violate me put me in that pen again?
Mothafucka, mothafuck TDO, mothafuck CCA, mothafuck JZA, yall can suck my dick
Mothafucka Blackburn, that stingy ass bitch
[Hook]
I said I wouldn't smoke no more
But they keep passin weed to me
They say that thats the fire so i need to see
I hope i don't violate my probation, probation
I said I wouldn't drank no more
But they pass the patron to me
So aint no tellin where a nigga gonna be
I hope i don't violate my probation, probation

Top Young Buck, Drug Related

Top Young Buck, Dead Or Alive

[Young Buck:] Aiyo Paul what up nigga?
[DJ Paul:] Buck whats goin' on baby?
[Young Buck:]
Aiyo nigga you know, you've been knowin' a nigga since
he was knee-high
You know what i'm sayin'?
And its like i'm down here in Ca$hville,
I got this motherfucker off the chain you know what i'm
sayin'?
We trappin', i'm about to run this motherfucker hot
I'm comin' up to there in time to fuck with you homie
You know what I mean?
[DJ Paul:]
Right back at you nigga
From Ca$hville to M-Town
[Chorus: Young Buck]
They'll never take me alive I ain't goin' back to jail
The money lookin' good I got dope to sell
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
You can't catch me and you can't hold me
And you can't find me because you don't know me
(Lets Go!)
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
First i'm a get a key
Here I go remember me?
I took it from my enemy
Left him in his Bentley seat
Never should have let me go, I done got my mind right
And even though i'm on parole somebody 'gon die tonight
Fuck it we 'gon park this
See who sittin' on twenty-sixes and we 'gon rob them
Holla at a couple bitches, know who we are man?
Some real niggas i'm a ghetto superstar man
Now set it off
Break 'em off
Fuck some handcuffs
Stand up
And what?
Nigga man up
Walked out the courtroom feelin' like OJ
I got my knife in the club if you want to play
[Chorus: Young Buck]
They'll never take me alive I ain't goin' back to jail
The money lookin' good I got dope to sell
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
You can't catch me and you can't hold me
And you can't find me because you don't know me
(Lets Go!)
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
(Would you step out the car sir?)
Why'd you pull me over?
Looked him in his eye and took his head off his
shoulders
Cocaine dreams
I can see me runnin' the team
Some butt naked bitches baggin' grams of that green
Bustin' at patrol cars from the project rooftops
Got to keep 'em out of here so that we can move the
rock
Mafia, militant like a Black Panther
I'm like a young Huey Newton in a black Phantom
Yeah we shootin'
And recruitin'
Starting riots, thats how we do it
And i'm not turnin' myself in so stop askin'
We hop out blastin'
And walk out laughin'
[Chorus: Young Buck]
They'll never take me alive I ain't goin' back to jail
The money lookin' good I got dope to sell
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
You can't catch me and you can't hold me
And you can't find me because you don't know me
(Lets Go!)
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
[Young Buck:]
Whats up all my real niggas and real bitches?
It feels good to be in ya'll city tonight
Now I need everybody, to put they trigger fingers in
the air
And repeat after me:
(Lets Go!)
You got a gun bitch I got a gun to
You got a gun bitch I got a gun to
You got a gun bitch I got a gun to
You got a gun bitch I got a gun to
[Chorus: Young Buck]
They'll never take me alive I ain't goin' back to jail
The money lookin' good I got dope to sell
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
You can't catch me and you can't hold me
And you can't find me because you don't know me
(Lets Go!!!!!)
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
Fuck the police, nigga fuck the police
[Young Buck:]
Yeah aiyo man,
I just felt like...
I need to let the world know
You know,
Fuck LAPD man
Fuck NYPD man
You know what I mean?
Matter fact, fuck, fuck them country ass police in
Ca$hville nigga
Yeah,
And and you you can try to pull a nigga over and all
that
But I tell my nigga, nigga we shoot back
Yeah!!!
So you know, when you see me swangin' nigga
Handling my business
Mindin' my own business
Stay the fuck out my way nigga
Ha ha
Ca$hville Records nigga
We gettin' money though
Fuck the police
Yeah!

Top Young Buck, Sleep With An Ak

we get if first get it fast get it know a new york full news station 10 10 with the capture of sadom whosane does not mean the end of violence in iraq such men are direct threat to the american people and they will be defeated
damn damn swat swat global strike team the mixtape in store now youngbuck cashville to the key
when black tylist they ducking and running using they baby for cover she aint mine you see me pissing in public pouring lyric for snitches i'm a thug and i know it and i aint planning to live may the lord be my witness the rap game like the dope game you get it and go even the elderly folks pack steel they know they can barely walk but they still ready to kill the kids they barely talk cause loose lips same shift aint no age limited cause if you slip you killt cock and name with it go straight from the brain wit it my daddy be the murder case and ask son did it catch me if you can these are the days of our life sleep with an ak ride wit an 4 5 real killer celebrate when they see the yella take empty the clip in the sky ever bottom of the cake feds coming question nigga for hour talking bout they dogs and the house surrounded not to mention i ridin around in and oj simpson miny van my cousin act like i'nt kin to them i got an good mine just to go in pain putin one in mine put one in your brain either way it goes someone gone die tonight like them snipers in viriginia hittin your ass out of sight

Top Young Buck, U Ain't Goin' Nowhere (Feat. Latoiya Williams)

[LaToiya Williams]
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah)
[Young Buck]
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
[Chorus: LaToiya Williams]
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
[Young Buck]
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
[Chorus]
[LaToiya Williams]
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)
[Young Buck]
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'
She ain't goin nowhere
[Chorus w/ ad libs]

Top Young Buck, Get Buck

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?

Top Young Buck, Get Your Murder On (featuring Rizin Sun)

[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]

Top Young Buck, Hard Hitters

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

Top Young Buck, Haters

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)

Top Young Buck, Crime Pays

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

Top Young Buck, Dickie Fits

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

Top Young Buck, Do It Like Me

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}

Top Young Buck, G-Shit

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'

Top Young Buck, Clean Up Man

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!

Top Young Buck, Come And Catch Me Nigga

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!!

Top Young Buck, Ya Betta Know It

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

Top Young Buck, Thug Til Your Death Day

[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

Top Young Buck, Free Young Buck

Top Young Buck, Touch The Ceiling

(Background Voice)
I'm just a no one
With nothing to give you
I'm just a no one
With nothing to give you
(Young Buck)
FET … Fuck everything
Rap gamer fucked up niggers beefing through tweeting
But Buck don't really give a fuck of ho's not and ho's
even
Trey's book got his face took posted up where we're
meeting
Ho shit this is great look grab the straps we're
leaving
Come on
Shoot to kill when we see 'em nigger caved in go free
'em
You get away driving … slim she love Nicky and Lakin
Shout it
Say … you just stay behind me
They see 'em bad bitch on forges that's gona blind me
Ho look you see that
Dug down in the back ain't nowhere to put my feet at
Get close enough so when I let this ho go they won't be
back
I'm eating don't be surprising if your here to hear
back
This bug bitch dead you smell the heat back
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I miss our wish checking the two four fives and a bitch
Heading east I spent weeks with big UIA…
Punch a roll a sixties probly niggers ridding with me
Hey wat up wat up cuz rule to the blood
Hey fuck with you
You niggers say … fucked up messed up with me
So at my show on sale if they say
Why wait for a lame but decide to come get me
That's like trying ol … and none fit me
Fuck this in the streets I'm in these streets better
run quickly
And every nigger around me better come with them good
empty
Shorty just pray for me look how niggers done dig
Look how they made my Mexicans come get me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
(Background voice)
Yeah Cash Records
Make sure you put a dollar sign by the S cove
Know that
The outlaws in this bitch free my niggers … by the way
Yeah
It's Buck
Real niggers don't die
Ha ha
I got bond money bitch
Let's do this
Hey

Top Young Buck, Dead Wrong Mixtape

G-Unit Motha Fuckas'
Holla when you see me nigga Young Buck
You mothafuckas' should be happy 50 stopped me from buyin' guns bitch!
Back home on that same old shit
The same four five same old clip
I'm 'bout to hold it (Downn)
Can't tell me shit
Cuz when a nigga went broke
You didn't (Hold you downn)
Now I'm back in the kitchen
Niggaz dyin' if my package is missin'
It's time to go get (Downn)
They think that I'm jokin until they see the Bentley white smokin' (Hold you downn)
Damn right I'm a star
50 bought it but it's still my car
I got the top dropped (Downn)
Holla back at me youngin'
I heard you just got robbed
I might (Hold you downn)
You know the streets gon' talk
Gotta be real to get love in New York
Or they gon' knock you (Downn)
Outta town, outta bounds go n' getta' 100 rounds
to (Hold you Downn)
My brother in the Pen
Said he just seen my video "Let me In"
But when he touched (Downn)
We at it again
I'm pickin him up in the Benz
Im' a (Hold you downn)
Niggaz come to our shows and they be throwin them 'bows
after the club
Niggaz get shot! (Downn)
It be Like that
Next month we gon' be right back to (Hold you downn)

Top Young Buck, Fuck You (remix)

(Hook)
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
(Tell a hater I said)
Fuck you, Fuck you (Pussy), Fuck you, Fuck you
Tell yo bitch I said (fuuuuuuuuuuck)
(Verse)
Me, ass up face down,
One night only, I'm from out of town
Pound new rules, we ain't waitin' on it
And if that pussy good we spend cake on it,
Plane ticket, hotel,
New bag, this Chanel
Giuseppe sneakers, his and hers,
If you a hater I just got 2 words
(Hook)
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
(Tell a hater I said)
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
And Tell yo bitch I said (fuuuuuuuuuuck)
(Verse)
Damn, yo baby daddy how I ain't him
You pussy whip a bitch, you broke so no I can't swim
Think she the shit in some tights and some fake time
Just because Versace's on my face don't mean I can't see em
Hangin with some bad bitches like you have it all
But we ain't fuckin wit you, niggas know you messy hoe
Heard you all on Instagram snitchin, what you tellin fo?
I don't leave comments, when I see you I'mma let you know
And my niggas in the pen said
Tell them pussy niggas that we still getting bread
DEA, and the feds
The Vice too
It's Buck
Tell a hater I said (fuuuuuuuuuck)
(Verse)
Oh, I said fuck em, I don't like em, I don't love em
When the money come homies turn to haters, I don't trust 'em
If the brick ain't coming with a stent I don't touch it
I want that BML with the scorpio when I bust it
Like a bitch when she twerkin, young niggas working
Clown ass niggas, we should put you in the circus
In a cage with the lion, let em have you for desert
And test the firing on your army, took a dip in what you're worth it, nigga
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I met this bitch, she said 'my friend, she wanna'
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I like yo friend, but really, yo, I wanna
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
And if I hear my roadie, though, he gotta fuck, too
Now put your middle fingers up and scream
(Fuuuuuuuuuck)
(Verse)
Haters, nigga mad at the paper
Big crib, ten cars, twenty acres
Twenty chains, ten watches, all my jewels
Lil' watch with the jest, don't let it fool you
I could school you how to look like money
Hustler of the year, could write a book 'bout money
Don't pop them bottles tryna impress them hoes
Once you reup money better tell them hoes, bitch
(Hook)
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that bitch I said
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that hater I said (fuuuuuuuuuck yoooou)

Top Young Buck, T.I.P.

[Intro]
Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in Cashville
They thank it's country musik mayne, mothafuckas 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.. Fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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?
Fuck 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?)
We thugged out

Top Young Buck, Buck Marley

Southside swag swag
east side swag swag
west side swag swag
(swag on em)
Walk in this bitch thousand dollar outfit
and i still like kush lil bitch im the shit
i dont hold no cups ima bottle poppin nigga
and i pause like this...now lets get em
and if she lookin for a baller than she must
be lookin? cuz her brains sayin no but my cars
sayin fuck me wither her apple bottom jeans
and you know what that means back seat
with a flick playin on the flat sceen
got my dope boys swag
rockin to the rythm
i dont do the gucci bags but my hoes fuck wit em
nick tat it up jus tat it up ??? tat it up
hatas mad at us
yeah im a g wit out da unit and i can do it
i can shake em off and get right back to it
nah we dont fuck wit dat we do it like dis
now bitch get back
chorus
x2
i got it if u want it x2
u lookin like u need some (he lookin like he need some)
u lookin like u need some(she lookin like she need some)
now hold up man this nigga done stepped on my mother fuckin shoes
if u say somethin dont play me like a hoe
dont look n see its me and try to say u didnt kno
all yall got me fucked up
my hoe will beat a bitch clothes off
give my niggas the word and they gon go off
go hard (go hard)
u go soft (u go soft)
??? tax yer bitch like rick ross
i pulled up in the club in yer phanom cuz
we try to hide but that poparazi kno its us
by the bar jus rockin to the rythm
i dont drink margaritas but my hoes fuck wit em
tick? strapped up beat? strapped up we strapped up
black flag black truck
maybe if i take the D&G; shades off now
i could get my swag right on this
on this red ??? ???
turn around shawty look who jus walked in the club
them niggas gettin money but not like us
Chorusx2
Southside swag swag
east side swag swag
west side swag swag
(swag on em)

Top Young Buck, Money Made Me Crazy

[Young Buck:]
Outlawz, C-Bo, Ca$hville Records niggas
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
Homie don't make me grip this shotty
And rip your body
I've been feelin' like a villan
I can teach you the game like Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off got me sippin' the Saki
We keep one hundred, no hidden agendas
Do this for political prisoners, doin' they sentences
They locked my cousin Bo up for murder on wax
Now they tryin' to indict me sayin' my lyrics is crack
Be the one who pick the pepper for one last round
Alot of rappers fell down
We steadily climb
Speakin' of this, you should close your eyes
Visualize
If another one of us fall, another soldier 'gon ride
Outlawz don't die, its way deeper than the flesh
Just feel it in your bones, its grippin' to your chest
Its that ghetto gospel
With a mobste'rs roster
Yo Buck, don't worry about shit homie, we got you
[Chorus:]
Its that ghetto gospel street shit
Ya don't want no beef bitch
Ca$hville
Get your cap peeled
This is where we creep shit
We all hustlin' around here
We all grindin' around here
322 better be comin' down around here
[Verse 2:]
My Tommy my homie my hood is the ghetto
Yeah i'm holdin' it down cause see, i'm good with that
metal
My stash open
I'm hopin'
That they tempt me to poke him
Start locin'
With this 40 cal in my hand that i'm jokin'
Last man standin', death he 'gon meet him with his eyes
open
After E.D. hit him, you don't believe them dimes
smokin'?
[Verse 3:]
This thug life forever so get it clicked up
Vice Lords, Dees up them snipers get your picks up
Ride on 'em
And if he snitchin' open fire on him
Pick him out the game cause Raymond retired homie
Give him a little protein
Flip him over and feed him some O like he a dope fiend
And i'm a killa, a black gorilla, a part Panther
Frontline of the Crips so yeah i'm part bastard
I dare a nigga to sweat me boy, I part caskets
Make ya hood be duckin' plastic
[Chorus:]
Its that ghetto gospel street shit
Ya don't want no beef bitch
Ca$hville
Get your cap peeled
This is where we creep shit
We all hustlin' around here
We all grindin' around here
322 better be comin' down around here
[Verse 4:]
I'm heavily focused my mind on cash
Tryin' to make it out the streets how much longer can I
last?
I got connections in the game I can't speak on
And high powered niggas with bandanas wanting me gone
And shit crumbling
Our shit finally bubbling
They think we owe something I can't see me even fuckin'
with 'em
I made a dime in this game and I ain't even get my dick
I ain't sittin' on no tickets
But I bomb off respect
I didn't want credit, now I don't even use it
Could've been rich off dope, but I rather give hope to
music
Shit ain't crazy, but hip hop ain't dead
Now country niggas gettin' bread
This is an amazing movement they know its a wrap
Buck, Bo, The Lawz, 615 back to back
This is an amazing movement they know its a wrap
Buck, Bo, The Lawz, 615 scrap for scrap
[Bridge:]
Thug niggas don't die
We only multiply
Thug niggas don't die
We only multiply
Thug niggas don't die
We only multiply
Thug niggas don't die
Put your fingers in the sky
[Young Buck:]
Yeah whats up niggas?
Yeah Outlawz, C-Bo, 615 we got this rap shit bitches
So holla nigga
And before I say anything else, we got money to nigga
So what it is?
Yeah
Roll something up nigga
C-Bo
ha ha
I see you nigga
Yeah
The streets know what it is alright?
So anyone that talk to much
615 ha ha
Oh man
Damn
I know they see what we doin'

Top Young Buck, Let Em Hate

[Young Buck:]
Aiyo Kay Slay
Aiyo whats up nigga
I see you nigga
Ha Young Buck
Aiyo I got my weight up
And I ain't been in the jail neither nigga
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Every hood get ready I've been in the kitchen I'm back
My cook game wicked I flip it and count stacks
My hands still in it so my finger nails dirty
I can't switch teams like Vince Chesterverte
Rappers be keepin' my name in they mouth
I say something back and I might lose count
Hold up 400, 500 thousand damn thats what I'm talkin'
about
I goin' on
To all my enemies so long
Ya ain't killed me yet might as well go home
I'm a boss I could've been got it done it don't cost
Just love to shoot where I'm from so knock it off
You niggas soft
I'm overseas with 50 we playin' golf
You see the streets already know I bust my heat
And if the police know about it this ain't beef
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Fuck them hos
What? this the way I roll
Just a gangsta, hustler this all I know
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Fuck them hos
They just mad they broke
I get money you niggas used to have the dough
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I see the craziest shit on TV
So I ain't got to adjust to nothing ya'll see me
Life is hard homie but dying is easy
We give to the rich but we take from the needy
Damn
Thats why we break down grams
No ho training we don't say yes mam
Keep on hatin' you don't know who I am
The chopper go blah and the glock go blam
I ain't got no fam
But no friends
Some niggas ain't got no Lamb or no Benz
Some niggas ain't got them rims that just spin
Some niggas ain't got no ends
My brother in the pen
But when he comin' out I might be goin' in
You see the streets already know I bust my heat
And if the police know about it this ain't beef
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Fuck them hos
What? this the way I roll
Just a gangsta, hustler this all I know
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Fuck them hos
They just mad they broke
I get money you niggas used to have the dough

Top Young Buck, I AM TN - Young Buck Edition

True, I'm in the hood like you
Same hunk of pains everyone go through
I'm just gettin' it, do what I do
I'm hated by many, and loved by few
Naw, You don't even have a clue what kind of bills is
due
The boys in blue, niggaz try to kill me too
So I hustle, I hustle, I hustle, You can' stop my
hustle
My bonds been paid, Bitch made niggaz get outa the way
These Fuck boys thought I wasn't gettin' out today
Okay, knock knock open up (pow pow) Woke em up,
Woke him up, like motherfucker you done told him, What!
DEA go a search warrant what I did?
Roughed my bitch up, And put the cuffs on my kids
Mayne, Everybody actin' like they didnt say nothin
Ye, you like from your lyin', my court dates comin'
My court dates comin [x4]
The Days gettin' shorter my nights gettin' longer
Life is a bitch, But I love this hoe, so I'm on her
My lawyer need money, or he say he aint commin'
And I'm thinkin bout runnin', but they still got my
woman
If you aint did nothin, sittin in cell six,
She aint ever seen nothin, so she couldn't tell shit
Tryin to take my kids, they say the parents arent fit
What they found aint no tellin what the parents might
get
But I tell em like this, I was sellin dem bricks
Puttin mine through school, Fuck what I'm wearin' on my
wrist
Now my court date commin', of cours their Wonderin
if I'm really goin to show up, for one till the roll up
My brains sayin' hold up, my body sayin' go
Get it over with, don't play with dem white folks
So I hustle, I hustle, I hustle, You can' stop my
hustle
My court dates comin [x4]
In twenty-four hours, my dreams is devoured
The DA hate me, and the judge is a coward
My house payed for, my kids got allowance
My mama all good, I got somethin' to be proud of
so ima lay it down, do it on my own when I'm wrong
Fuck my hoes, I'll get at em when I'm home
Cause I hustle, I hustle, so fuck you, fuck you
Never loved her, never did trust you
Fuckin' up the pain, call a nigga name up
Phone just rang, I answered you hang up
The hallway full of spectators,
Black and whit people reading over court papers
My name gets called, I'm prepared for it all
Nowhere to sit the court room to small
I hear by law, I order you to come tomorrow
My lawyer put it off, so that means that..
My court dates comin [x4]

Top Young Buck, The Reason

Public announcement
I've been bubbling nigga with nothing but ounces
They on the border beefing
My people ain't asking damn
Ain't seen no jury stone
Ain't thinking 'bout to re blow
I'm putting it back into it
Tryin' to see if this shit true though
Do it big nigga hit me like a sumo
And I'm on house arrest really ain't no places to go
Niggers need blow so I need you to go
The Duvall and the u hole , you know
I'm just sitting getting duet hoe
Really grinding hard why you whining like a 2 year old
Man stop I pull up like my stance hop
Hop a body ten drop and leave you and your man shot
Trying to find another spot that I can hide the money
And competition with myself so I be hiding from me
I've been hearing niggas hating and I'm loving it
So fuck you , fuck y'all let me come with it
[Hook]
I'm on, I shine
I'm getting it, I grind
You the reason I boss
You the reason I'm ballin'
You the reason I boss
You the reason I'm ballin'
My teacher told me the world is nothing I would amount
Well you the reason and the song is about you
Matter of fact about you all I'm preaching it to all my
haters
Booth is my bull pit five hundred dollar gators
Six hundred dollar Louie's snap back your blue raiders
Party's on a bogue yes I'm cursing like the Satan
How can I be broke I always got the club
Put me on a fire boy I'm bringing home a dove
Sea food sensations gonna get some brisket
Seventeen bitches say they know that they in love
I'm the only city king keep copy verb ate 'em
Ballin' with a nigga young goose ate 'em
Hit them on a stone and buy my folks a box of sailors
At least what I can do man these streets is what made
Shine, brand new money ,bitches keep calling for the
same 2 hundreds
[Hook x3]
I'm on, I shine
I'm getting it, I grind
You the reason I boss
You the reason I'm ballin'
You the reason I boss

Top Young Buck, Pullin' Me Back

Yeah it's me, Young Buck*
Get your cameras ready
[Chorus:]
I've been good int he Hood,
Different shoot outs, the same sh-t,
Bin a while since ya heard a buck album,
It's just business, kept my distance
Now where the mutha fu-kers at, I gotta have em,
Buck another album, pop another Valium,
Roll another blunt get buck, I'm back,
They pulling me back (5x)
Uhh yeah,
Right now I need the media to just pay close attention,
As I do me ni–as,
Up until today, I still haven't heard a word from Dre,
Or word from Em, I still fu-k with them,
Me and Fifty ain't spoke and Banks ain't called,
I ain't seen or ran into Yayo at all,
But I'm out here, for whatever it's worth,
My enemies asking me to sell em a verse
Huh, bury me alive, cover me up with dirt,
You'll probably die trying to take your ass to church,
Bandana check, 40 glock check,
I got stacks and AK's on deck,
The spotlights all yours (do you) they all looking at you (go head),
And I ain't started on the first chapter,
[Repeat Chorus:]
Pac rolling over in his grave
Looking at the way these rap ni–as behave
All these wannabe Kanye's,
Bitches imitating Beyonce,
Ni–as trying to fu-k Chris Brown ex fiance,
Where the hell is Andre,
At times like these we need all the MC's on the on tre
Rappers buy chains everyday, get vibe at the all star game in LA
Separate me from them, I am not him,
Cut from a different clothe than your favourite rapper,
This is called pain, watch what you take,
Remember I ain't even started on the first chapter,
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Young Buck: {Talking}]
Yeah you know who it is right,
Swagga like no other n-gga, it's just me my ni–a,
I'm just saying ni–a, holla at me ni–a,
IamYoungBuck.com,
I told you ni–as I was back on my Bucksh-t,
Classic sh-t, big boy sh-t on the way,

Top Young Buck, Got 5 On It

[Whoo Kid: talking]
Welcome To The Hood Volume 1
I don't need a scale nigga I know how much that is
Hey Flip pass the weed nigga
Why you talkin about 5 500 hundred nigga we buyin dro
Nigga you know what it is nigga
What you smokin' on nigga?
I'm smokin' on that fresh shit
[Chorus:]
I got 5 on it
Smokin' on that Endo weed
I got 5 on it
smokin' with them Clover Gees
I got 5 on it
Twist it up and smoke the sack
I got 5 on it
[Lil Flip:] yeah now puff puff pass nigga lets get high
[Verse 1: Lil Flip]
The block too hot these niggas ain't playin in fact
they die over greed
While I smoke weed
With red here
Ya'll niggas know I flip them bizzirds
Ya'll niggas know I sip that Sizzurp
I comin' from Houston the home of Face boy
I'm a bad boy like Puffy and Mase boy
The bigger the pistol the bigger the bullet bitch
Don't play with me cause I'm eager to pull it trick
What you about that purple haze?
I smoke that shit that'll make you miss work for days
I got bricks of coke and pounds of dro
And I don't discuss business around them hos (oh no)
I ain't tryin' to be that nigga gettin cuffed up
Rule number one don't ever talk much
Rule number two keep them niggas out ya crib
Cause you just can't show everybody where you live
Niggas think I changed
Cause I got a little change
But the money and the fame
Came along with the game
Now you wonder why we get high
Just to get by motherfucker!
[Chorus:]
I got 5 on it
Smokin' on that Endo weed
I got 5 on it
smokin' with them Clover Gees
I got 5 on it
Twist it up and smoke the sack
I got 5 on it
(Lil Flip:) yeah now puff puff pass nigga lets get high
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
What you know about that Blueberry Kush, Strawberry
Haze?
That shit that have a nigga ass high for days
My eyes bloodshot red I'm tryin to stay in the fastlane
The blunts still burnin' and the police on my ass mayne
(fuck ya'll)
I don't pay for weed my white boys show me love
They be like "Here Buck, dog I brought some bud"
Ain't nothin' like that California marijuana
You wake up the next day the smell still on ya
Pass the ganja and
Light ya lighters man
Raise your hand if you a true Bob Marley fan
Can't get enough of Ms. Mary Jane
When I leave the bitch she keep callin' my name
Whenever I come around
She says I break her down
She brought half of her friends and she bringin' a
pound
Everybody gettin' high thats how its supposed to be
If you got that real shit come and smoke with me Young
Buck!
[Young Buck: talking]
And I ain't talking bout no motherfuckin' brown weed
neither nigga
I know alot of ya'll niggas out there think ya'll
smokin' dro
But ya'll smokin' pretend-o (get it?)
[Chorus:]
I got 5 on it
Smokin' on that Endo weed
I got 5 on it
smokin' with them Clover Gees
I got 5 on it
Twist it up and smoke the sack
I got 5 on it

Top Young Buck, I'ont Know

[Hook x2]
Er'body shooting so I can't be without it
They killing in my city but I don't talk about it
They asking but you better
Tell 'em ho, I don't know
Tell 'em ho, I don't know
Tell 'em ho, I don't know
[Verse 1]
Nigga, my hood really like send it fee fuck
With the six nigga he end up six feet deep
You got six feet in your face hand nigga
He ain't worked a dollar I split on my black flag nigga
I'm an old G y'all know me
Y'all know what I be about always representing the
south
I got a new gun longer to stay in Tenessee
Shot a nigga through the heart who hide behind a
fucking tree
Snitches, I tell them niggers I don't play with them
But I got some hydrant high coming out this block
coming lay with them
Trick I come 'cause I trick 'em handling the police
Suckes snitching on me that bitch must not know me
[Hook x2]
Er'body shooting so I can't be without it
They killing in my city but I don't talk about it
They asking but you better
Tell 'em ho, I don't know
Tell 'em ho, I don't know
Tell 'em ho, I don't know
[Verse 2]
Don't know about what they do
I just know what I do
Can't speak about their business
Don't care about who they is
Cooperate with who know that ain't what we do
Officer I'm just like you both of us don't have a clue
Hey there's no questions you can ask me
So why do y'all harrass me
Them realers just went pass me
Hey I don't know 'bout Ashley
I'm watching first 48 God damn and they interogate
And soon I see these niggers shake best know I know
they ain't gonna break
Making suggestions 'bout these witness protections
Pussy niggers be stressing they end up confessing
Loose lips sank ships keep it simple catch a clip
With my dirt about my lonely 'cause I will never flip
[Hook x2]
Er'body shooting so I can't be without it
They killing in my city but I don't talk about it
They asking but you better
Tell 'em ho, I don't know
Tell 'em ho, I don't know

Top Young Buck, Walk With Me (feat. Stat Quo)

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

Top Young Buck, Taking Hits (feat. D-tay)

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

Top Young Buck, Put Me In The Projects

Aww Shit, Its Ya Nigga Man
Young Buck, Lets Take It To The Projects
Hey You Know What It Is, Yeah
You Know What We Do Around Here Man, Cashville
We Get Money Round Here, Hey
In The Motha Fuckin Projects
Somebody In Trouble, Bitch Empty Out Your Pockets
Shot The Undercover For Coming Through My Projects
Chevy Sittin On 24's Hollin At The Block Ho's
Roll Slow Cause The Streets Full Of Pot Holes
Its Jumping Back When The Bakin Soda On It
And Aint No Hard Feelings Cuz If U Dont Want It
I'm Fresh To Death, In My Ten-A-Key Gear
Winkin At Ur Bitch Tryn Get Her To Come Here
They Can't Do It How I Do It, Had A Chance And He Blew
I Can Dj Screw It Or Dj Clue It
I Can Ak-Slay It, Make Whoo Kid Play It
A Gangtsa Grill On, Im In The A Where I Stay At
Niggas Got Me Fucked Up, Aint Nobody Stopping Me
Im Money In The Bank, U Think 50 Droppin Me
48 Laws Of Power, Let Me Ask Ya
Is Rule Number 1, Never Out Shine The Master
Put Me In The Projects, Hey Put Me In The Projects, In
The Projects
Put Me In The Projects, Hey Put Me In The Projects, In
The Projects
Put Me In The Projects, Hey Put Me In The Projects, In
The Projects
Put Me In The Projects, Hey Put Me In The Projects, In
The Projects
Im The Topic Of Ya Magazine I Dont Need Ya Cover
To Smart To Starve, To Hard To Struggle
You Think That I Dont Know That I Can Do It By Myself
You Think That I Dont Know I Got Three Albums Left
Chef-Boy-Ardi In The Kitchen Wit The Chickens
Gettin To The Money Thats Why Banks Been Missin
Jimmy Wont Listen, Gotta Get Out Here And Get It
Start From The Ground Push My Label Independent
I Did It, C-Bo And The Outlaws Wit It
6-1-5 Im Gonna Show Ya In A Minute
These Niggas Pussy Whipped, Im Just Whippin The Pussy
Shit I Still Aint Got Ova On What They Did To Tuggy
Yeah The Feds Wanna Book Me But The Fourth Full Of
Rookies
Hope I Never Get Caught Like A Kid Playin Hookie
Im Doing My Thing In These Tru Religion Jeans
Parked In The Projects, Sittin In Something Clean
Put Me In The Projects, Hey Put Me In The Projects, In
The Projects
Put Me In The Projects, Hey Put Me In The Projects, In
The Projects
Put Me In The Projects, Hey Put Me In The Projects, In
The Projects
Put Me In The Projects, Hey Put Me In The Projects, In
The Projects
What You Expect, Im Gettin To The Money
November 1st, My Clothing Line In Stores. Yeah
Im On My Way To Holly-Hood
Getting Ready For The Movies

Top Young Buck, Re-up

[Hook] x2
It's time to re-up 'cause we up
Them other niggers just mad 'cause they can't see us
It's time to re-up 'cause we up
Drop the top on the cherry and turn the beat up
[Verse 1]
I walk in this club with by 4 different chains on
Bitches wanting pictures I keep telling them hang on
Niggers get their bang on soon as they put Wayne on
I'm feelin' like a mill 'cause all the cocaine gone
Distributing coke I'm catching flight just to fly
In 24 hours I've been in 5 different climates
All about my double I'm consistently grinding
I'm thinking about flipping what you be spending on
dimes
God damn, I'm thinking about whipping why you be
thinking about shining
You won't stop shop whipping coke I combine it
And once I got another plug that can find
I'ma treat him like a rapper
[Hook] x2
It's time to re-up 'cause we up
Them other niggers just mad 'cause they can't see us
It's time to re-up 'cause we up
Drop the top on the cherry and turn the beat up
[Verse 2]
You wonder who we is boy? ,we us
And in God we trust you bustin' us then we bust back
100 miles per hour coming at you
You clip hanging bunny ain't no bungee cord to catch
You need me I got it for the G it ain't easy
For you to have it in you have it that only tease me
To please me you only gotta keep that work
Tie make a bitch flip beat that dirt
Don't like it, try as hard as you can and try to finish
I chop you size down from Grant Golden to Mini Me
Hall pop doubles and shit you shouldn't even cop out
I do you like inflatable mattress let the air out
[Hook] x2
It's time to re-up 'cause we up
Them other niggers just mad 'cause they can't see us
It's time to re-up 'cause we up
Drop the top on the cherry and turn the beat up
[Verse 3]
Break you out a couple grands come and get a taste
Cocaine floating nigga now I'm up your whole face
16 bars tightly gripped nigga ain't in place
You come and fuck with me your family singing amazing
grace
I don't bang but I could call up west coast niggas
They burn mortals in the walking dead ghost niggas
Jamie Foxx you that mean I can roast niggas
Don't run fast but wrap circles around most niggas
Catch me in your town burning with the weed man
600 beamers on that all MC green main
Couple days burnt but an ounce up in my sweet main
Then came home with them thangs bitch
[Hook] x2
It's time to re-up 'cause we up
Them other niggers just mad 'cause they can't see us
It's time to re-up 'cause we up

Top Young Buck, Kill Me A Nigga

What up niggas It's Young Buck
Niggas know how I get down.
I'm 'bout to take my show on tha road right now.
So I will be coming to a hood near you niggas.
Let's go.
Haha
Straight up and down
See I come to spend money, fuck some of these bad bitches, come back get some mo money nigga let's go.
[Verse 1:]
Everybody's lookin', like who da fuck is they?
His chain gon get tookin, he must don't know where he at.
Da hoes know da swag, they see a new face.
They see the Gucci bag and the Louis suitcase.
The Marc Jacob glasses and baby brown shirt.
Da only question da niggas ask is where dat work.
I'm two steps ahead of these bitches and these feds.
See I just want da bread, and dey just want me dead.
So I don't go to bed, I be sleepin with my Nikes on, 3 am, all of the lights on, until the white gone.
A pink Sprite and some pills called Supermans, you pop one and you fuck around and shoot yo friend
[Chorus:]
I know I'm not from round here, but you can bet
Got a bunch of killas with me, I got straps on deck.
And I feel like I'm a (Kill me a nigga)
I feel like I'm a (Kill me a nigga)
You think you finna rob me, (me?)jack who? (who?)
All this ice man you know I'm stayin strap, I got too.
And I just might (Kill me a nigga)
I think I might (Kill me a nigga)
[Verse 2:]
I'm flyin out da mall, and fuckin with these hoes.
I don't know where I'm at, I get off the plane and roll.
They take me to the hood, show me where to get some soul food.
I'm a show you love, even tho I don't know you.
That don't mean I'm so cool, you can't get my jewels
I'm gone be like "Hey dude, please don't be no fool."
I let it go boom, fuck a rapper I'm a goon.
And I'm the strapest nigga in this mothafuckin room.
My shows look like gang meetins all these niggas bangin'.
Da hoes know if they ain't freakin we gone leave em hangin.
Respect anotha nigga city when ya out a town.
You disrespect tha Ville round here it's goin down.
[Chorus:]
I know I'm not from round here, but you can bet
Got a bunch of killas with me, I got straps on deck.
And I feel like I'm a (Kill me a nigga)
I feel like I'm a (Kill me a nigga)
You think you finna rob me, (me?)jack who? (who?)
All this ice man you know I'm stayin strap, I got too.
And I just might (Kill me a nigga)
I think I might (Kill me a nigga)
[Verse 3:]
This stage too small, so I'm standin on da bar.
Performin with my strap, I don't leave it in the car.
I'm givin niggas dap, and da hoes get a hug.
I hate it when niggas come to me rappin in tha club.
I ain't actin fucked up, just think if you was Buck, and these rappers interrupt, while you getin your dick sucked.
What tha fuck.
All these bitches, and you on a niggas nuts.
Well if you don't want the pussy we gone take it with us.
The white get her right, yes, make her feal a rush.
Let's party like we was on Lil Wayne's bus.
Respect another nigga city like I do my own.
You disrespect tha ville, bet you won't live long.
[Chorus:]
I know I'm not from round here, but you can bet
Got a bunch of killas with me, I got straps on deck.
And I feel like I'm a (Kill me a nigga)
I feel like I'm a (Kill me a nigga)
You think you finna rob me, (me?)jack who? (who?)
All this ice man you know I'm stayin strap, I got too.
And I just might (Kill me a nigga)

Top Young Buck, It Is What It Is

[Young Buck:]
Give me some shotgun shells
Young Buck,
Buck 'em down motherfucker lets go
Ha ha ha
Yeah
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders and I
love it
The Bubble Kush got me I can't get enough of it
I'm thuggin' in public
Bustin' like fuck it
They say i'm the reason my neighborhoods corrupted
Because I came from nothin'
Wouldn't change for nothin'
Started swingin' my chopper nigga just aim for
somethin'
I need a cup of Grey Goose
Cause the renegade's loose
Leave your brains in your coupe
When the twenty gauge shoot
Tell the truth
That nigga 50 know what he got
The rap game ain't seen nothin' like this since Pac
I'm just breakin' down birds 'till my album drop
Back and forth to the A where I set up shop
Cruisin' down the street it must be around two o'clock
They done pulled me over and just found two Glocks
But i'm straight you know we got a license for that
So give me my ticket and hand my strap right back
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I'm okay in the A
I'm a stay in the A
Got the Yay in the A
So i'm good anyway
But I live in the 'Ville
And i'm still in the 'Ville
Niggas know I keep it real
So it is what it is
I'm okay in the A
I'm a stay in the A
Got the Yay in the A
So i'm good anyway
But I live in the 'Ville
And i'm still in the 'Ville
Niggas know I keep it real
So it is what it is
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
God damn it
I don't understand it
If I was you I wouldn't take life for granted
Got to grind
I started from the back of the line
And waited my turn so now its my time
With a pistol grip pump yeah its all mine
Give your boy two months get rich or die tryin'
If I die tonight
Just get high as a kite
Tell my mama and my little girl i'm all right
Buck The World!!!!!
Throw the clip up
I'm 'gon hit up
Nigga git up
If you with us
Cause they know I know they want to kill us
Dope dealers
Cop killers
Sac stealers
Black Gorillas
The more Macs they give us
They got to deal with us
I'm a soldier
Never made it past the eight grade
But I could make half a million in eight days
So when I holla: "Hey"
Do it the same way
It ain't about where your from its about how you stay
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I'm okay in the A
I'm a stay in the A
Got the Yay in the A
So i'm good anyway
But I live in the 'Ville
And i'm still in the 'Ville
Niggas know I keep it real
So it is what it is
I'm okay in the A
I'm a stay in the A
Got the Yay in the A
So i'm good anyway
But I live in the 'Ville
And i'm still in the 'Ville
Niggas know I keep it real
So it is what it is
[Young Buck:]
Yeah
G Unit South in this motherfucker
Ca$hville Records nigga
You know how we get down over here
NA I ain't beefin' with no DJs nigga
You know? they got love for me man

Top Young Buck, Young Buck Unlimited

[Intro: Talking]
Damn man, erything was all good today...
Now this muh'fucka wanna get behind me (woo! woo!),
what the fuck
Here we go again, same old shit
I aint goin this time! {heavenly father!}
(yeeeeeeeaaaa!)
Someone gotta go man...I'm too fuckin' dirty (ayo, put
that shit out nigga)
[Verse 1:]
I was creepin, know I'm dirty as I wanna be
Eight 12's bumpin and tha police right in-front of me
Feelin like "Fuck it, man them hoes can't touch me"
Harass me, 'cuff me, but still can't bust me
I don't say I'm lucky, I jus say don't trust me
I'm all by myself, and I dare yall to rush me
The car smell like weed, and I can't find the spray
Put my finger on the trigger, and let the window down
anyway (Heeey!)
See when tha gangsta looked the Devil in his face
Demons get to tellin' him that he can be erased
If mentally they guide us, then physically we strong
If every nigga learned to load a clip up on they own
Lick a shot (BUCK! BUCK!) Kill a cop (SO WHAT!?)
That's tha attitude we got (Yea, they got us fucked
up!)
I can teach tha whole world when it comes to survival
shit
Im God's best friend and I ain't read tha Bible yet
[Insert:]
Heavenly Father! Creator of all things!
I humble myself...as I bow to your throne
[Verse 2:]
He was not thinkin' when he made his move
I don't know how many times I forgave this dude
If I played cool then they gon' come right back
And if he take my life, I can't come right back
I put my strap right there, whoeva close to me
He'll hit ya up, if ya run, put a hole in ya knee
Walk him down, when I get to him turn his ass over
And watch a man cry 'fore I gon' 'n' put it on ya
I did it fo' a reason so He might forgive me
Besides this nigga was even tryin to kill me
Responsible for my actions I'm glad that I did it
My momma thinks it cool but my dad ain't wit it (DANG!)
My homies show me love 'cause they felt this feelin'
They tried to warn me but I done tried to help for him
(my bad)
And I aint even thinkin' bout the time Im'a get
I'm God's best friend and I aint read the Bible yet
[Insert:]
Heavenly Father! Creator of all things!
I humble myself...as I bow to your throne
[Young Buck:]
You, gon eitha hafta riiide or you gon hafta die
Its goin down toniiight, them shells about to fly
We come to take ya liiife, AND SEND HIM ON HIS WAY!
(YO!/HEY!)
[repeat]
[Outro: talking]
It's not a game man
I mean, I'm out here, I'm in these streets
Fuh'real!
Pick up the phone, accept penitentiary phone calls
All that
Nigga I keep the projects' lights on!
You gotta love me, nigga! (Yea!)
And I aint braggin', but I done donated more fuckin
money to the school system
than ery' one of these country music superstars
Nigga, I am Cashville, Ten-A-Key
Holla (Holla, holla, holla)

Top Young Buck, Straight Up

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

Top Young Buck, I Got Money

Top Young Buck, All My Life

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,

Top Young Buck, All About Money

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,

Top Young Buck, Black Gloves

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

Top Young Buck, Bang Bang

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

Top Young Buck, Bonafide Hustler (featuring 50 Cent & Tony Yayo)

[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

Top Young Buck, Blood In Blood Out

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

Top Young Buck, Buss Yo' Head

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

Top Young Buck, Buck The World

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

Top Young Buck, Caught In The Wind

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

Top Young Buck, Can't Keep Livin'

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

Top Young Buck, Violate My Probation

Top Young Buck, Don't Make Me Hurt You!

Yeah from New York to Ca$hville nigga we doin' it real big
These niggas ain't playin' out here man
You see them baseball caps with them real big signs
I'm aimin' that gat and i'm dumpin' three times
Yo this is Jamie Foxx
I don't know what the hell you doin' right now
Put your blunts down
We got a new exclusive
Yeah from New York to Ca$hville nigga we doin' it real big
These niggas ain't playin' out here man
You see them baseball caps with them real big signs
I'm aimin' at that and i'm dumpin' three times
Chains one twenty, the house is a mill
And the car is one eighty with the rims and the grill
When the blood spill
Niggas die off of beef rap
Drop top Bentley Azzure the roof detach
This why ya ho with me, you got the dry balls
I spent twelve on the gators with the eye balls
Macs, AKs, and all that shit
An Automatic 357 with hollowtips
Pistol grip pump
You should hear it when it dump
Got to hold it with rubber gloves just shoot it and it dump
Mouth swingin' lookin' like a crack fiend fiendin'
I think I see demons
And no I ain't dreamin'
I'm schemin'
Lookin' for a fool with jewels
I'm about to see if its true what an Uzi do
Don't make me hurt you
I ain't 'gon tell you twice
I will come and take your life
Don't make me hurt you
I ain't even playin' no games
I come through homie sprayin' them thangs
Don't make me hurt you
No vest
A skinny little nigga no chest
No stress
I left the scene clean no mess
Oh yes
I will get it done for fun
If he continue to just keep runnin' his tongue
My knife 'll hit him right in his lung
So if he do pull through he'll still be gone
G Unit South on my neck
Don't need no check
I flip mine with the work that I got from my respect
I'm there on weekends
With Puerto Ricans
The five star hotels with females freakin'
Nigga stop reachin'
My gun shoot around corners
So call the coroner
I make it hot like a sauna
Nine zeros on the check thats lots of cream
Ya'll plot and scheme
Fifth kick like a soccer team
Ambulance pick you up now they rushin' to save you
While I jump in the S5
Don't make me hurt you
I ain't 'gon tell you twice
I will come and take your life
Don't make me hurt you
I ain't even playin' no games
I come through homie sprayin' them thangs

Top Young Buck, Rap City Freestyle

[Paul Wall:]
Rap City we live in the booth right now
Paul Wall holdin' it down as a host
We got Young Buck buckin' the world right now
Signin'
its goin' down
Whoo Kid on the tables
Young Buck what it do baby?
[Young Buck:]
Ah man I'm finnin' to let 'em know man
I just gotta
I gotta tat it up in here for a minute
[Paul Wall:]
Yeah I see ya man
Go on tear this mic up man
[Young Buck:]
Hey yo shout out to Swizz
Shout out to everybody
I'm a rip this Swizz this is what i'm a do for it
Check me out
Hold on lets see
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Let me put this on ya brain
If rap stopped today I'd still do my thang
I bought a business before I bought me a chain
Took my mama out the bricks and put a car in her name
Pay my homies Half's bond just to get him on the street
Hopin' if I get locked up 50 do it for me
Payin' everybodys bills
I'm locked down for real
This is what we do we get it how we live
Hey yo Paul Wall I keep tellin' 'em
All these dudes don't know what we sellin' them
I get to the money
Ya'll know what it is you will never take nothing from
Freestylin', buck wilding off the dome
Give me a second and I'll be off in ya home
I ain't playin' I ain't doin' none of that
I came in here strapped
To give Fisk and Pog caps
Infared on all straps
Holla when you see me
Right here BET i'm on TV
Ain't too many of ya'll can be me
Cause ya'll is smaller than Beanie
[Young Buck:]
Get to the money holla man
Straight off the dome bro
Thats freestylin'
[Paul Wall:]
Now thats freestylin'
[Young Buck:]
That ain't just spittin' on paper
[Paul Wall:]
No pen and paper
Thats freestylin'
[Young Buck:]
I wanted to give ya'll me just freestylin' man
[Paul Wall:]
Live in the booth baby
On Rap City baby
Its Young Buck
Buckin' the world
And Paul Wall
Gettin' money and stayin' true baby

Top Young Buck, Hip Hop Can't Save Me

Yeah
It's dedicated, dedicated to my homie in the cell Lil'
Jimmy
His light bill due and his kids need shoes
He write at 16 just to help him get through
The stars in town so the mall's all packed, he wanna
see the show but he can't afford dat
His favourite MC is in the city on the radio, he got a
hit DJ won't play it tho
A memorex with his name and his number on it, 2 tracks
and it's free (does anybody want it?)
Phone rings and he know what that means, he reach for
his pack in his ten dollar jeans
Reality's real they make rap just a dream hes all by
himself he ain't got no team
He makes it back in time to hear the last scream, wait
on the crowd to leave to intervene fiend
He squeeze in between all the fans that seen his
favourite MC that he wish he could meet
The light still on but the stage all clear the cleanup
crew and the sound engineer
He prays for the day he can make em say hey he left too
late and got his car towed away, damn
[Chorus:]
I refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop
I won't quit till I'm on top. Hip hop don't pay me. I
refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop I
won't quit till I'm on top. Hip hop can't save my life
He stand in the cold hands damn near froze
Plans to go platinum hope to go gold
The hoes walk past him his clothes too old
His home boys go and does their own show
The water turns off and the gas bill late his
neighbours even poorer than him instill hate but every
last time on the studio time he can't record because
his two year old cryin'
He ask the Lord to get him out of this vibe[? ] and do
it before your boy lose his mind
The streets got his back if you are what you say he
might sell records like buck and Lupe tomorrow's a new
day how long can you wait
When next week is his girlfriends due date
Phone rings and you know what that means, he reach for
his pack in his ten dollar jeans
[Chorus:]
I refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop
I won't quit till I'm on top. Hip hop don't pay me. I
refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop I
won't quit till I'm on top. Hip hop can't save my life
Oh no. My life... my life can't save my life... Hey!
Hey! Hey! It can't save my life. My life. My life. Hip
hop can't save my life. Hey. Oh noo noo. Hip hop can't
save my life.
[Chorus:]
I refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop
I won't quit till I'm on top. Hip hop don't pay me. I
refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop I

Top Young Buck, Me Against You

[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks]
G-Unit (we 2nd time) makes the croud get live
So put on your A game
Crush the competition
Let the best man win
Coz its me against you
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
I can guarantee you gon' lose
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Watch out i got my 2 strings tied
I'm wicked inside
You should see me when im flyin' from the free throw
line
We aint on the playground
See there's rules to this game
Shake him with the crossover
Then i move to the lane
You lookin' at the clock
Ma im lookin' for the rock
Aint no player who can stop
this killer jump shot
And i still got hops
So gon' give me props
If ya bring it in here
i bet u cant make the shot
[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks]
G-Unit ["we" 2nd time] makes the croud get live
So put on your A game
Crush the competition
Let the best man win
Coz its me against you
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
I can guarantee you gon' lose
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Watch out i got my 2 strings tied
I'm wicked inside
You should see me when im flyin' from the free throw
line
We aint on the playground
See there's rules to this game
Shake him with the crossover
Then i move to the lane
You lookin' at the clock
Ma im lookin' for the rock
Aint no player who can stop
this killer jump shot
And i still got hops
So gon' give me props
If ya bring it in here
i bet u cant make the shot
[Chorus Til' End: Lloyd Banks]
G-Unit ["we" 2nd time] makes the croud get live
So put on your A game
Crush the competition
Let the best man win
Coz its me against you
Toe to toe
Blow for blow

Top Young Buck, Happy New Year

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I just buried my best friend
It's fuck everything
It's fuck them G-Unit niggas whatever you claim better
bang
I feel no pain as I kill y'all
Cause if my nigga tick was here he would have killed
y'all
40's speaking on me, you don't know me homie
But I know Compton niggas that wanna do that for me,
Go get Curtis now, tell him Buck said fuck him
Cause for the last 2 years this hoe ain't said nothing
I came from the dirt, they tryna make me hurt
I'm shitting on your label pissing on your paperwork
Look bitch you need this, here goes some energy
Yayo you know you the biggest hoe in the industry
It's all over now, you better kill me
Yeah I been selling dope to feed my babies, feel me
Ain't no way in hell that I'm a do this yearly
So I'm a start it off by saying Happy New Year...
[Chorus:]
It's a new year (come on)
Let's all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year
It's a new year (let's go)
This year shit it's all on me
I'm hollering happy new year
It's a new year (come on)
Let's all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year
It's a new year (let's go)
This year shit it's all on me
I'm hollering happy new year
[Verse 2:]
Standing in the graveyard everybody's crying
They say I'm gon' handle it but everybody's lying
I'm riding through these motherfucking projects with my
homie in a casket
100 cars deep, we fucking up traffic
It's real life no acting
Sorry officer I don't know what happened
50 you know my homie wanted me to ride on you niggas
Before he could get to y'all he died on your niggas
Ya popped a lot of shit I let you slide on you niggas
Now Cashville is coming to NY on you niggas
The contract, bitch you took that shit beyond that
So you could give me 10 million I wouldn't come back
What the fuck is 50 cent is what Jigga said
Look at yourself, even now I'm diggin up the dead
Get some help, all you had left was 1 buck
You lost that and fucked up
Now it's happy new year...
[Chorus]
[Talking: Young Buck]
Haha, yeah Curtis so while you watching the ball drop
in New York
Well this what they listening to in the hood nigga
Yeah, Jamaica queens Brooklyn, all the boroughs round
your way, we celebrating,
Now I know I'm digging up the dead but my nigga dead
and gone
Rest in Peace Tick, I got you, yeah my homeboy, I think
he shitted in your mansion
If I ain't mistaken but you know my nigga tick right,
He was like fuck everything so it's fuck you nigga
Fuck all y'all, all you G-unit niggas all you bitch ass
niggas over there that wanna jump on the Curtis
bandwagon
Fuck you niggas too, it's on nigga, 2010 it's a hell of
a year nigga
Gon put you rap niggas to test nigga
We shooting over here nigga
Cashville Happy New Year,
Let's celebrate nigga, shot gun shells and AK bullets
Young Buck he on that bullshit and I ain't getting off
of it neither
Curtis where is your bitch ass at now nigga, it's on,

Top Young Buck, Came Back

Fuck what I've been,
I'm doing it, no one do it better though,
I never thought in my past I had to let it go.
From my arrest rate up to my ...,
Let's say, my debts pay!
Now it's one stage, one mic,
But the money is still green and the ...white.
Check me, mother fuckers how I take flight!
Never see enough money, can't make right!
No manager of the manager,
My own man, call it my...
The damage is gone, this shit crazy.
Soon they cut the cameras on.
This shit amazing, we rappers get exterminated and gone,
We get to lie, talking about the.that they buy,
And the jets that they fly.
He never had a dime like me,
Cause inside is who you need to be,
Cause the outside ain't you,
A part of...
Cause this is who I
Not just who I was.
Who I am, who I'm gone, be just one...
Ten niggers, one., but we are in.
If we all fighting then we all get him on his feet.
No rules!
No niggers have no clues!
.act like I don't know you!
But she ain't a porno star doing shit in the whole.
Chorus:
.killing me since,
Way, came back,
And have been killing me since!
Way, came back,
And have been killing me since!
You niggers ain't shit, I've been killing... since. (X2)
Yeah, with no tears drops either
Fuck ya all I ain't gotta make you a believer!
When your daughter got a fever and your doctor said she's stressed out,
This is when you noticed somebody getting stressed out.
You know the feeling in the... when you let out,
Years go by, but there's some shit enough to get by.
What you get through,
You reach back and break the niggers out of this ...where they sent you.
Maybe I'm just too true,
But I refuse to do things that you do!
I'ma stay in my own lane and you too,
Never let the niggers know more than you know!
Rap this! See my life. you do!
Two... filed up and don't know who's who.
How long mother fuckers, this is.?

Top Young Buck, War Outside

Looking for the good life
But when I look outside
Blaze up the endo, raise up the window
I can hear the shots outside, you better get low
You know, life’s a bitch cause she the shit though
I’m still trapping at the segul
Mama plan big for, son let the bricks go
Mama hit the number, daddy wonder what she hit for
My old bitch she under wanna know why we quit for
Told her I’m like you you know
Tryina get dough
I’m a dope fiend, keep my car clean, told him hit it
with the grill out
Armor out the inside, and vacuum up the spilldrough
The weed too high so I still grow
Why you think I got this high as life bill for
Why you think I got 3000 white pills for
They moving real slow, I’m tryna make a mill hoe
Why the fuck you think that I ain’t left the ville for
Niggas might act like they don’t but they still know
[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what’s going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain’t got no eyes but they shooting
motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet
Hear the shots outside
I’m from Oakland, that’s the power rex capital
You either jacking, you trapping the may
You was rapping hoes grew up on the corner
Where they hustle in the crack or so
Where you from nigga then they say what you asking for
Late night, dice game, smoking night jane
Niggas going left, they ain’t thinking with they right
brain
Rose for the baller, wine on wine sip, ..train
Flying at you niggas that you bragging bout they ice
game
The shots get fired all night maine
Sitting on the news maine your homie lost his life damn
2 sides, if you ain’t doing right,
Your best friend dead, your brother doing life
Ain’t no og’s, niggas dying young bucks
Man here in life, young buck
This is a message to my young bras
Do what you gotta do to come up
[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what’s going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain’t got no eyes but they shooting
motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet
Hear the shots outside
Listen, the shells hit the sidewalk no bullshitting
2 bedroom projects with a full kitchen
2 blocks I got black with 2 full extensions
These niggas snitching not to mention still whipping
while I’m on park
Bitch I’m on don, you pussy niggas ain’t gonna do
nothing
I know you don’t mean no harm
…with the shit that came off your arm
Let my young niggas work it, I keep that work for them
We out here for a purpose and then it’s dirt for
It’s up to you if you gonna decide if it’s worth going
So …on the floor, they send a hit for
…be answering the door with my shit short
Choppa bullets hit the brick, I don’t know if it’s for
But I still telling my bitch stay calm
Open my window I see shooters tryina shoot you out
You niggas ain’t different from me, we all gonna do it
[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what’s going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain’t got no eyes but they shooting
motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet

Top Young Buck, I'm Taxin'

Don't need no more I know yous I owe yous
No I am not gone go by my old rules
Drama told me take it out on pro tour
So now lets just get rid of all these old dudes
Fuck these niggers, I care about everything but these
niggers
I cut these niggers, look up and buck just stuck these
niggers
Now I'm thinking about taxing yall
All this trouble I done been there
Fuck all ya I have to ball
No mercy, for the nigger that fell
He didn't have to fall
Nigger could have had them bricks like me
Nigger could have pimped that bitch like me
What you waiting on nigger, get like me
We go hard nigger, this ain't, this ain't
We go hard nigger this ain't free
This payback nigger, this ain't me
Don't tell me what I cant be
This J-O-D, this bitch nigger, go get a J-O-B yeah
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
Yeah, you niggers been playing
I don't wanna hear what you been paying
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
Ok you know me but that dont mean your show free
Purple kush,
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
Yeah they got it for the low
But this gonna cost you a little more
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
If you balling like you say,
You should pay, how you weigh, ok
No I don't need no stand outs or handouts
The last shootout I had my homie ran out
But I just kept on shooting till I ran out
Then Drama told me fuck that shit lets break them lambs
They know I am in the booth but I will bring them grams
They know that I'm quick to shoot I smack you in your
damn mouth
So its all bout money now, streets wanna hear about
money now
Nigger need to just kill yourself if you ain't getting
money now
2 cases, 2 different states, and they running wild
If they don't run them together, then I wont get out
So I'm out here in these streets going a hundred mile
Just for me to move you gonna need a hundred thousand
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
Yeah, you niggers been playing
I don't wanna hear what you been paying
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
Ok you know me but that don't mean your show free
Purple kush,
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
Yeah they got it for the low
But this gonna cost you a little more
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
If you balling like you say,
You should pay, how you weigh, ok
I done show niggers too much love
Nigger done smoked up too much bud
They cant put 2 dollars in they tank
But every week they in the club
I tell my blood send the drugs
I don't serve them they been with us
I don't know none of them niggers like that
The police they might send to us
Wonder why we been right here all year selling our dope
continuous
And why no nigga can run around here talk about what he
just did to us
Gucci selling ridiculous
Jay Z said we got bricks with us
TIP said we got clips with us
Bird man said get with us
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
Yeah, you niggers been playing
I don't wanna hear what you been paying
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
Ok you know me but that don't mean your show free
Purple kush,
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
Yeah they got it for the low
But this gonna cost you a little more
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
I'm taxin homie, I'm taxin homie
If you balling like you say,

Top Young Buck, Nothing For You

(Background Voice)
I'm just a no one
With nothing to give you
I'm just a no one
With nothing to give you
(Young Buck)
FET … Fuck everything
Rap gamer fucked up niggers beefing through tweeting
But Buck don't really give a fuck of ho's not and ho's
even
Trey's book got his face took posted up where we're
meeting
Ho shit this is great look grab the straps we're
leaving
Come on
Shoot to kill when we see 'em nigger caved in go free
You get away driving … slim she love Nicky and Lakin
Shout it
Say … you just stay behind me
They see 'em bad bitch on forges that's gona blind me
Ho look you see that
Dug down in the back ain't nowhere to put my feet at
Get close enough so when I let this ho go they won't be
back
I'm eating don't be surprising if your here to hear
back
This bug bitch dead you smell the heat back
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I miss our wish checking the two four fives and a bitch
Heading east I spent weeks with big UIA…
Punch a roll a sixties probly niggers ridding with me
Hey wat up wat up cuz rule to the blood
Hey fuck with you
You niggers say … fucked up messed up with me
So at my show on sale if they say
Why wait for a lame but decide to come get me
That's like trying ol … and none fit me
Fuck this in the streets I'm in these streets better
run quickly
And every nigger around me better come with them good
empty
Shorty just pray for me look how niggers done dig
Look how they made my Mexicans come get me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
I'm just try to kill 'em for they kill me
Kill me kill me
(Background voice)
Yeah Cash Records
Make sure you put a dollar sign by the S cove
Know that
The outlaws in this bitch free my niggers … by the way
Yeah
It's Buck
Real niggers don't die
Ha ha
I got bond money bitch
Let's do this

Top Young Buck, New York City

No I'm not jay-z 50 or P.Diddy
Nas or DMX or Brooklyn's own Biggie
I'm A dirty south soldier I hope y'all here me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Never met Big L or Big Pun
We only got big dreams where a nigga come from
Even with the beef shit still look what I done
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)
I'm back still got my mac and my switchblade
No love to them niggas actin bitch made
It's 08 all I'm thinkin 'bout is gettin paid
Big yachts mansions buyin real estate
When young bucks got gun premieres
So I'm invitin niggas to try some dumb shit
Now all these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
The streets fuck with me I get in their blood
I give them reality rap an the shit for the club
You think Buck gon bankrupt kill yourself
The only thing we all have in common is death
The last one left like my nigga Bun-B
My son in the streets of the N.Y.C.
Even if I get caught and the fed's Come get me, yeeaah!
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Gotta take what's mine (mine) make up for lost time (time)
My kind is designed for the grime (grime)
We all wanna shine (shine) loyalty is hard to find
You got love for your dog nigga show him a sign
Can't hold him in the [? ] if you wanna see him ball
Niggas build you up just to watch you fall
Now all of these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
King of my own castle I'm a master
Stop an I'll fly right past ya
You know what I'm after
Until I get captured
When I'm in the casket like Ol' Dirty Bastard
Use to be a dream
Now it's me on the big screen
But my homie never saw sixteen
So if I see Pac when the lord come get me I'mma tell him that...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)