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Monday, December 17, 2007

You Can Get It Too Lyrics

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Young Buck You Can Get It Too Lyrics

*** Complimentary You Can Get It Too Ringtone ***

[Intro]
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!!

[Verse 1]
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, mothaf**ka!)
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, mothaf**ka!)
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)

[Chorus - 2x]
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!)

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus - x2]

[Outro]
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!!
F**k y'all!!
'Cause see, when a mothaf**kin' nigga got his life in ya hands
y'all mothaf**kin' still good
But when a nigga beat cho mothaf**kin' azz, y'all niggas be like "Wooohh"

Where The Haters At Lyrics

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Young Buck Where The Haters At Lyrics
Featuring: All-Star, Lil' Murder, Hi-C

*** Complimentary Where The Haters At Ringtone ***

[Chorus: Young Buck]
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
[Repeat]

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
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

[Verse 2: Lil' Murder]
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 "f**k a phone"
Mad cuz im on, they love to see me down
I know you gon' let me shine and get mine


nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: All-Star]
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

[Verse 4: Hi-C]
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 muthaf**kin' 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
Bitch

[Chorus]

War Witcha Homeboy Lyrics

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Young Buck War Witcha Homeboy Lyrics

*** Complimentary War Witcha Homeboy Ringtone ***

[Intro]
Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit
Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
Shit f**ked up, but dis how it goes...

[Verse]
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 f**kin' 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' f**ked 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 f**ked 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

[Outro]
They smilin' in ya face
All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
They smilin' in ya face
All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)

Pop A Pill Lyrics

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Young Buck Pop A Pill Lyrics

*** Complimentary Pop A Pill Ringtone ***

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
dono the rest!!

Money In The Bank Lyrics

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Young Buck Money In The Bank Lyrics
Featuring: Lil Scrappy Lyrics

*** Complimentary Money In The Bank Ringtone ***

[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 f**k 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 f**kin 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 f**k 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

[Chorus - 2X]
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