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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]

I'll Be Back Lyrics

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Young Buck I'll Be Back Lyrics

*** Complimentary I'll Be Back Ringtone ***
[Intro]
Aye Drama, hold up fo' a sec' aiight
Stop dat gangsta shit fo' dis niggas one time
Cut dat shit tha f**k off right now, ya'undastand
Dis niggas ain't f**kin' 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 mothaf**kin' streets
Let's Goooo!!
(G-Unit!!)

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
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

[Verse 2]
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'
F**k tha D.E.A. and tha Feds
Git money mothaf**ka, you can sleep when ya dead (Yuh!)

[Hook]
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)
To git what's mine

I Need A Freak Lyrics

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Young Buck I Need A Freak Lyrics

*** Complimentary I Need A Freak Ringtone ***
[Intro]
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!

[Chorus]
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.....

[Verse 1]
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!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
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 f**k - 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)

[Chorus]

[Outro]
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
Do ya thang shawty ...

G Shit - All Star Lyrics

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Young Buck G Shit - All Star Lyrics
Featuring: All Star

*** Complimentary G Shit - All Star Ringtone ***
[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, f**k it - we all rich (F**k 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 f**kin' 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

G Shit Lyrics

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Young Buck G Shit Lyrics

*** Complimentary G Shit Ringtone ***
[Young Buck]
You know what it is, G-UNIT..
[All Star]
yea yea yea im the prince of the ville..

lyrics wise, im the best man, yall allready no.
so this time around im gone done down my flow.
there very few rappers that use to get it off snow.
from my mouth to yall ears, man these niggas is hoes.
runnin around to the bras, sayin how fake i am.
ya see me in the streets and ya shackin my hand.
then you poll off in ya ride and ya playin my jam.
nigga make up ya mind is you a hater or fan.damn
yall niggas is actin way to tough.
dont make me send my niggas through to make you shut the f**k up. shhhh
i aint givin in to all the he said she said.
my niggas take hits like buck and d-tay.


tell me what yall know about star.
pull out from the club with ya bitch in the car.
have they mind blown from the shit in the jar.
and then pop another bottle, nother twisted, nother gone.
easy get another bitch, f**k it we all rich.
if we aint then ya baby moma can vist.
yea, if he aint, how he talk so sleek.
cause on the low in 04, he really bought those bricks.
the case is beat, we f**kin with rap.
pacman runnin with us, so they callin him bad.
he officaly grind hard, so how good is that.
east side heavy hitters dont do nothin but trapt.
the streets respect a nigga, cause i grind and ball.
they say star even gittin love behind the walls.
take this mixtape money, go and buy me a coup.
see, im remindin you, of what u tryin to do.

Come And Catch Me Lyrics

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Young Buck Come And Catch Me Lyrics
Featuring: Lil Scrappy Lyrics, All Star

*** Complimentary Come And Catch Me Ringtone ***
[Intro]
Wussup with it, nigga? (It's how I do things)
G-Unit South! (You know you f**ked up, right?)
Aye yo, f**k tha police!!
And f**k 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 f**k
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 (F**k!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
Yo.. (Aye..)
See, I don't give a f**k 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 "F**k 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 f**kin' streets again (Yeaaah!!)
So f**k tha D.E.A. and f**k 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
F**k tha police!!
Haha..
Yeah nigga, G-Unit South!!
Yeo!!

U Ain't Goin Nowhere Lyrics

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Young Buck U Ain't Goin Nowhere Lyrics
Featuring: LaToiya Williams Lyrics

*** Complimentary U Ain't Goin Nowhere Ringtone ***
[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 f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 f**kin 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 f**k 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, f**k 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]

Slow Ya Roll Lyrics

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Young Buck Slow Ya Roll Lyrics
Featuring: Chester Bennington

*** Complimentary Slow Ya Roll Ringtone ***
[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 motherf**ker 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, to change her 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 f**ked 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

[Chorus]

[Chester Bennington harmonizes to the end

Say It To My Face Lyrics

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Young Buck Say It To My Face Lyrics
Featuring: 8 Ball Lyrics, Bun B Lyrics, mjg

*** Complimentary Say It To My Face Ringtone ***
(Young Buck)
I'm Sick And Tired of These Same ol' Broke Bitches
No Job All They Wanna Do Is Smoke Swishes
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 Bout It Buy 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 To 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

(Bun B)
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
They Gon Tell Ya Bun B Straight Mothaf**kin' G'
A Gangsta From His Toes To The Top Of His Fitted
Trillest Nigga In The Flesh You Can't F**k Wit' It
Got The German Hand Guns They Shoot 2 2 3
Come To Ya Condo n Rip Open Ya Knees
My Nigga Please You Don't Want It Save Your Breath
By Yourself Imma Ride Till Ain't No Enemy Is Left
When The Middle Finger Niggas Hit Your Block Like Insurgents
Theres No Deterants Cleanin' Your Clock Like Detergents
Buck They Know They Got Him Nigga Please


Why This Pimp I Bet They Die Before They Reach Their First
Mothaf**kin' Sale
I Rep Them Underground Kings F**k 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 To 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

(MJG)
They Call Me M Dot MJG I Mean That
I'm Packin' Some Weight
They Ain't Talkin Bout Trill Jeans
Cuz They Like To Talk Shit In They Uniform
But 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 F**kin' Cap

(8 Ball)
All Ball Do Is Smoke Weed And Get Bad Bitches
And If Ya'll Mad At Me For That Then Ya'll Niggas 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 Motherf**kas 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)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face

Push Em Back Lyrics

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Young Buck Push Em Back Lyrics

*** Complimentary Push Em Back Ringtone ***
[Intro]
(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't 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!

[Verse 1]
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 ya, I ain't servin ya
No body neva heard-a ya, you f**kin' wit' some murderas
Look at my wrist, look at my bitch
She hold 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 move (Yuh!), I need some elbow room
Got me spillin' liquer why the club close so soon
Burn this bitch up, we 'bout to +Git Buck+
Gimme a light, tell the DJ turn my shit up (It's on now)

[Chorus]
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!

[Verse 2]
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 committee
I still got the nerves to saddle 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 a lane for me, 'cause I deserve this
I wonder what my enemies git when they hurr this (Let's Goo!)
Ha-ha

[Chorus]
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!

[Hook]
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me (Aye, Aye!)

[Verse 3]
Got a blunt of green sticky, and my A.K. wit' me
If a mothaf**ka hit me, I'ma knock his head off!
I ain't scared of non of y'all bitch, I'm runnin' from the law (Whudd!)
Put'cha trigga fingas up, if you will knock they head off!
Push-a-weight, all thru the state
It's like I speed up, when they tell me "Pump 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 take, but'chu can't (Ayye)

[Chorus]
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!
Aye, Let's Goo..

Puff Puff Pass Lyrics

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Young Buck Puff Puff Pass Lyrics

*** Complimentary Puff Puff Pass Ringtone ***
Intro:
I Need Err’body!
To Put The Lighters In The Air!
Light It Up!

Chorus:
We Bout To Get
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
Now Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’thang

Verse:
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

Chorus:
We Bout To Get
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’thang



Verse:
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

Chorus:
We Bout To Get


Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’thang

Verse:
Now Okay If God Made Pot, and Man Made Piff
Then Who The F**k 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

Chorus
We Bout To Get
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’thang

Bridge:
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’)

Chorus
We Bout To Get
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’body
Puff, Puff Pass x 4
We Gotten Err’thang

Pocket Full Of Paper Lyrics

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Young Buck Pocket Full Of Paper Lyrics
Featuring: Young Jeezy Lyrics

*** Complimentary Pocket Full Of Paper Ringtone ***
[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 f**k? (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'f**ker 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]

Money Good Lyrics

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Young Buck Money Good Lyrics

*** Complimentary Money Good Ringtone ***
[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!!
Hey, GET MONEY!!

Lose My Mind Lyrics

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Young Buck Lose My Mind Lyrics

*** Complimentary Lose My Mind Ringtone ***
[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
am by myself in this MOTHAF**KIN pen
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 suicidal 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 neighborhood where we trow the first punch, get 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
its king, KING

I Know You Want Me Lyrics

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Young Buck I Know You Want Me Lyrics

*** Complimentary I Know You Want Me Ringtone ***
(Feat Jazze Pha)

(Intro - Jazze Pha)
Yeah!
Poetry in motion one take daddy this is how we do it in person man
Ladies AND Gentleman!
You are now tuned in to the very best
Jazze Phizzel
Jazze Pha that is for all you numbskulls out there
Hey speakin of pimpin thats my nigga
Young Buck!!

(Chorus - Jazze Pha)
Just hop in my ride
If you want some
We can only get high
If you want some
Gotta open them wide
If you want some
I can see in your eyes that you want some

I know you want me shawty
I Know (x4)
I know you want me
I Know (x4)
I know you want me shawty
I Know (x4)
I know you want me
I Know (x4)
I know you want me shawty

(Verse 1 - Young Buck)
These hoes out here love me
I get it wet
N*ggas old ladies want to f*ck me
You should see the sh*t
I'm nuthin like them other thugs
That eat it quick
Too many n*ggas in this club
I need a b*tch
We park right up in the front
You see the six
I puff some smoke up out my blunt
And pop the Chris
I gotta find me a model
I like em thick
I make her hop in my Impala
Go take a trip
Clean off my shoe and pop my collar
I'm rich b*tch
Oh what you never seen a balla
Well this is it
I make that p*ssy feel good
'Til you tell me quit
And I won't tell nobody that you let me hit
Sike!

(Chorus - Jazze Pha)

(Verse 2 - Young Buck)
Okay then shawty if you ready
Then lets go
Lets take it from the dirty to the East and West Coast
A couple shots of Patron


Lets have a sex show
I got a lot but baby
you can be my best ho
I see you watchin a playa
She like my dress code
Rockin these Cardieys
Drinkin that X-O
I know a place that we can go
And get low
You wit a gangsta
You ain't never felt like this before
And if you know that p*ssy good
Then hit tha floor
Shake that a*s like you should
Go get that dough
I'll make you love me if you let me
Fo' real though
See down here we put Chevy's ridin' real slow
So come on

(Chorus - Jazze Pha)

(Bridge - Young Buck)
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
C'mon 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
Just show me what you got
Just show me what you got !!

(Chorus - Jazze Pha)

(Outro - Jazze Pha)
You are now tuned in to the very best
The very best
Jazze Phizzel Productizzel
Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel
Hey we doin' it real big man
South squashin' pimpin' and monster makin' man
Jazze Pha and Young Buck
Tennessee connection man
South Memphis meets Cashville
Ten-A-Key
Ten-A-Key
We doin' it real big man
Ten-A-Key
Pimpin', USA Baby
Man it feels like Suade Baby
I mean what do you expect Baby?
Show Me what you got (x3)
Go on sing it boy
You the beatifulest thing here
Don't let em stop you

I Aint Fuckin' Wit Ya Lyrics

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Young Buck I Aint Fuckin' Wit Ya Lyrics
Featuring: Dion Lyrics, Snoop Dogg Lyrics

*** Complimentary I Aint Fuckin' Wit Ya Ringtone ***
[Chorus: Dion]
I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fooooool
Oooh, I ain't f**kin wit youuuuuu
Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no tellin what I'd do
Oooh, I ain't f**kin wit youuuuuu

[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a fool (I don't know you niggaz)
Uh-uh, f**kin f**kin wit you (I ain't f**kin wit you niggaz)
Ain't no tellin what I do to you (I ain't f**kin wit you niggaz)
Uh-uh, I ain't f**kin wit you, I ain't f**kin wit you Cuz

[Young Buck]
F**k 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

[Chorus]

[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a fool, huh?
Naw Cuz, I ain't f**kin wit you, f**kin 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

[Snoop Dogg]
Trip, me and Cuz used to dress alike, wear the same clothes
F**k 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)

[Chorus]

[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a fool, a fool
Uh-uh, I ain't f**kin wit you, f**kin f**kin wit you
Ain't no tellin what I do to you, ain't tellin what I do to you
Uh-uh, I ain't f**kin wit you, ain't f**kin wit you Cuz

[Trick Daddy]
Hmm, the life I'm livin, and how I do my thug thizzle
Separates me from all of them f**k 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

[Chorus]

[Snoop - over Chorus]
You think I'm a fool, a fool
Uh-uh, I ain't f**kin wit you, f**kin f**kin wit you
Ain't no tellin what I do to you, ain't tellin what I do to you
Uh-uh, I ain't f**kin wit you, ain't f**kin wit you Cuz

[Dion]
I ain't f**kin wit you...

Hold On Lyrics

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Young Buck Hold On Lyrics
Featuring: 50 Cent Lyrics

*** Complimentary Hold On Ringtone ***
[gunshot]

[Intro: Young Buck]
Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherf**ker (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'f**kin 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 f**k with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me?
Muh'f**ker 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 an ambulance
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 f**k around with the nonsense
Murder One shit, that's how it get - muh'f**ker 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 f**k 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 f**k up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha
Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't f**kin 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 f**kin 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]

Haters Lyrics

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Young Buck Haters Lyrics

*** Complimentary Haters Ringtone ***
Intro:
Eh Uh Uh Uh

Verse 1:
Don't Ask me where the f**k Im from Or what set I claim
I get money, I got a little bit of both games in me
Niggas hate so the marshburg hang with me
Feds wanna tap up my fone because they cant get me
I might as well give it to ya since Dre sent me
Just sit back and kick ya feet up ok 50
Im on 1 and I just begun
I dare one of these blood cloats come test me gun
The rude boy of the south let me in this bitch
I just wish Tupac was here to witness this
Give me room to breathe and Imma blow you away
I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day
Heyyyyy, somebody gotta do it yall
See I done been locked up and I dont know who the call
It's my time, so everybody jump on the train
With the AK aimed I can shootdown a plane Mutherf**ker

Chorus 1x: [Kokane]
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)

Verse 2:
My gun damn near bigger then me
I aint the nigga to be
Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentioning me
I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencing me
My homeboy come in the courtroom and hit him with 3


I got the mind of a nigga bout to get him a key
All the feins lined up, they just waitin on me
Better hurry, hurry Its about to go down
And dont ya worry I brought a 100 rounds
We gon count to ten and then put the clips in
Whoever is the last man standin wins
You throw some money in the hood and it always works
My niggas crazy, They'll dig a dead body from the dirt
Better watch my mouth, cause I been watchin ya house
Im in the bushes like when this nigga gonna come out?
Its enough of this he say she say shit
Now its time to find out who you with

Chorus 1x: [Kokane]
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)

Kokane:
The streets aint got no love
Oh but im a nigga on top of things
These niggas dont feel my pain
Oh these niggas dont got a clue what I been through man
But I aint even lookin for love
Oh but i aint lookin for all ya sympthay
I gots to just do my thing

Chorus 1x: [Kokane]
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)

GET BUCK Lyrics

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Young Buck GET BUCK Lyrics

*** Complimentary GET BUCK Ringtone ***
[Intro]
Yeah!!! Get 'em Buck!!!

[Verse 1]
OK! I'm reloaded my bankroll swolen 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, Petrone on my shirt
And a zip ain't shit I need a quarter P of Purp
I'ma 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 f**k up my show
You know!

[Chorus] (*Ladies replying to Young Buck)
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)

[Verse 2]
Let's play the game I'm the quarterback, don't stop homey
[GET BUCK lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

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 on point, holla at ya homeboy
Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy
First come first serve, f**k 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 f**k niggas know, that I will let it go
(I bet he got a vest) No but I got my tec though

[Chorus] (*Ladies replying to Young Buck)
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 (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck (Watch me do the damn thang)

[Outro]
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?
Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god damn money! Hey!
LET'S GO!

Do It My Self Lyrics

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Young Buck Do It My Self Lyrics

*** Complimentary Do It My Self Ringtone ***
(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 mothaf**ka 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 f**ka?
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 mothaf**kin 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,
ive 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 f**kin 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 f**k 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 mothaf**kin g,
if its beef bitch nigga well 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..]