Альбом Young Buck

[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 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, 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)

[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 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

[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 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!)

[Verse 3]
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)

[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..

Young Buck feat. 8ball & Mjg, Bun B - Say It To My Face


[Young Buck]
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

[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
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

[MJG]
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

[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 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)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face

Young Buck - Buss Yo' Head


[Intro: Young Buck]
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

[Chorus: Young Buck]
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)

[Young Buck]
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

[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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)

[Interlude]
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)

[Young Buck]
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"

[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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)

[Young Buck]
(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

[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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)

[Outro: Young Buck]
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
Get out the way! CAUSE I'M COMIN!!

Young Buck feat. Dion, Snoop Dogg, Trick Daddy - I Ain't Fucking Wit U!


[Chorus: Dion]
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

[Snoop - over Chorus]
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

[Young Buck]
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

[Chorus]

[Snoop - over Chorus]
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

[Snoop Dogg]
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)

[Chorus]

[Snoop - over Chorus]
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

[Trick Daddy]
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

[Chorus]

[Snoop - over Chorus]
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

[Dion]
I ain't fuckin wit you...

Get Em Buck!

Ok, Im Reloaded, My Bank Rolls Swollen A Nigga Keeps Folding
I Got Em Like (Hey!) Got Em Rollin The Kush On The Way And The Champagne's Frozen
Watch Me Do My Thang, I Got These Hoes Open
Im Riding Presidential Like The Shit That Im Smoking
Got It With The Work, Patron On My Shirt
And This Shipping Shit, I Need A Quarter Peel Purp
Go Break It Down, Pass It All Around
We Can Serve Whitney Huston And Bobby Brown
The 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 A Bitch, Let Me Call The Po Up
Mr.Tennekkee, I Still Get A Front Of Load Up
Shorty Light Up The Dro, I Aint Ready To Go
You Cant Ban Me From The Radio Or Fuck Up My Shows

[Chorus:]
Haters Tryna Ban A Nigga Man, Its Ok
I Bounce Back Watch Me Do My Thang, Its Ok
I Got My Chevy Hoggin Up The Lane, Its Ok
Im A Boss I Can Make It Rain, Its Ok
Now Get Bucked Bitch,(Watch Me Do The Damn Thing)[x9]

Let's Play The Game Im The Quarterback, Dont Stop Homie
I Go To Jail If I Get Sacked, So Vouch For Me
8 Ball In My Corner Pocket, Its Always Poppin
Got The Whole Club Leanin Wit It, And Body Rockin
Drunk Drivin In My Cut Though, I Got My Trunk Pumped
72 Tennessee Titan, Like What Up Yo
Im On Point, Holla At Your Home Boy
Better Come Quick Once I Get It Then Its Gone Boy
First Come First Serve, Fuck What You Heard
Im Peacin Out My Back Till I Come Out On The Curb
Blow The Smoke Out My Nose, Pimpin On These Hoes
They Know Me At The Bank, Love Me At The Jewlery Stores
I Play It How It Goes, The Butterfly Doors
On Them Oldschool Folks, Wit The Chrome On The Spokes
These Fuck Niggas Know, That I Will Let It Go
I Bet He Got A Vest, No But I Got My Tech Though

[Chorus:]
Haters Tryna Ban A Nigga Man, Its Ok
I Bounce Back Watch Me Do My Thang, Its Ok
I Got My Chevy Hoggin Up The Lane, Its Ok
Im A Boss I Can Make It Rain, Its Ok
Now Get Bucked Bitch,(Watch Me Do The Damn Thing)[x9]

(feat. Lyfe Jennings)

[Chores x2: Lyfe Jennings]
Woke up screaming today saying fuck the world today, I had it up to here
Ex-girlfriend got custody cause they say she’s feel
That I’ll will never be the daddy she wants me to be
Hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, say goodbye to my seeds

[Young Buck:]
Damn
Look at what I call my life, a glock nine
And I ate ball of white
I got mine, well not quite
I got signed, and 50 put me right in the light and took time
Mean while I’m living 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, looking for the food rejoice
I’m about to see if it’s true, what a oozy do
Nobody cares, and life aint fair or free
The best thing you can do is say a prayer for me
And how dare, yall try to lock me up
Your not here, so aint really giving a fuck
But I swear, as long as I’m breathing I’m hustling, I’m thuging
And this is the reason because I

[Lyfe Jennings:]
Woke up screaming today saying fuck the world today, I had it up to here
Ex-girlfriend got custody cause they say she’s feel
That I’ll will never be the daddy she wants me to be
Hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, say goodbye to my seeds

See me in a suit and tie (suit and tie)
Tell my niggas goodbye (tell my niggas goodbye)
Tell them I’m on my way (tell them I’m on my way)
Say a prayer for me and huge the kids (huge the kids)
Tell god the shit I did (the shit I did)
I don’t give a ***? (they didn’t come to me nigga)

[Young Buck:]
HEEEEYYY
Holla if you hear my pain
Iv been to hell and back, and I’m still the same
The block hotter than flames, but we sell the canes
Putting all kinds of things in our baby names
Tell the hoes I’m rich bitch like my name Rick James
I really aint got shit, but I can’t complain
Cause LT got life, and Big Jue got fifty, Jimmy did his ten, and D doing his twenty
Come get me, seems like there’s no way out
So when I say DURTTY, you say SOUTH
Trying put my hands on something, brush off my shoulders
Buy up some land or something, get what they owe us
You don’t have a plan, your nothing’ is what they told us
Remember what the OG showed to the soldiers
Got to make it to heaven, or die trying to get it
The day dude fuck with Dre I was feeling like

[Chores x2: Lyfe Jennings]
Woke up screaming today saying fuck the world today, I had it up to here
Ex-girlfriend got custody cause they say she’s feel
That I’ll will never be the daddy she wants me to be
Hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, say goodbye to my seeds
Aooooo

(feat. Chester Bennington)

[Intro:]
I Gotta Slow Down
I Said…
We Gotta Slow Down

[Verse:]
Take It Back To High School '94
When At Least When A Nigga Had Time To Go
Walk To The Bus Stop Sellin' Rocks On The Way
Lil' Bad Mufucka Wit A Pocket Full O' Yay
And I Know When A Shawty That Was Bad
I Would Go and Skip Class, Just So I Can 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-Four
But What She Didn't Kno, That He Had Plenty Hoes
She Was Too Young, And The Man Got A New One
And Shawty Went And Bought Her A New Gun
And When She Catch This, Nigga She Gon Do Somethin'
Not Fightin' Nigga, Shawty Gon Shoot Somethin'
But She Neva Got A Chance To Change Her Plans
Shot Herself In The Back, Puttin' The Gun In Her Pants

[Chorus:]
Live Life Young Nigga, Quit Tryin' To Be Grown
You Gon' Miss Momma When She Dead and Gone
Slow Ya Roll (Slow Down My Nigga)
Slow Ya Roll (Slow Down My Nigga)
Live Life Lil' Mama, Quit Tryin' To Be Grown
You Gon' Miss Daddy When He Dead and Gone
Slow Ya Roll (You Gotta Slow Down Shawty)
Slow Ya Roll (You Gotta Slow Down Shawty)

[Verse:]
I Gotta Graveyard Tatted On My Arm
So I'm A Just Starve When My Uncle William Harmed
My Momma Only Brother He Served In The Navy
He Lost His Life, Cause The War Mad Him Crazy
My Nephew Shannon, Fifteen Years Old
When I Think How He Died, I Get Real Cold
Cause They Found Him In The Field With Some Crack Stones
There Was No Flesh, It Was Just Bones
I Was Just Home, With My Cousin Creigan
And I Gotta Phone Call, Said They Found Him Dead
So What's Next? Ain't Get To Pay For His Funeral Yet
Instead of One Casket, I Need Two Of Dem Shits
So Don't Quit, Just When Ya Think I'm Seein' Betta Days
My Aunty Just Found That She Just Got AIDS
And It's Fucked Up, Cause Her Life Gon' End
And She Locked Up, So She Dyin' In The Pin

[Chorus:]
Live Life Young Nigga, Quit Tryin' To Be Grown
You Gon' Miss Momma When She Dead and Gone
Slow Ya Roll (Slow Down My Nigga)
Slow Ya Roll (Slow Down My Nigga)
Live Life Lil' Mama, Quit Tryin' To Be Grown
You Gon' Miss Daddy When He Dead and Gone
Slow Ya Roll (You Gotta Slow Down Shawty)
Slow Ya Roll (You Gotta Slow Down Shawty)

[Bridge:]
This Can't Be Life, We're Livin' (Cause I Don't Wanna Live No More)(I Don't Wanna Live No More)
This Can't Be Life, We're Livin' (Cause I Don't Wanna Live No More)(I Don't Wanna Live No More)
This Can't Be Life, We're Livin' (Cause I Don't Want It No More)(No More)
This Can't Be Life, We're Livin' (Cause I Don't Want It No More)(No More)

[Chorus:]
Live Life Young Nigga, Quit Tryin' To Be Grown
You Gon' Miss Momma When She Dead and Gone
Slow Ya Roll (Slow Down My Nigga)
Slow Ya Roll (Slow Down My Nigga)
Live Life Lil' Mama, Quit Tryin' To Be Grown
You Gon' Miss Daddy When He Dead and Gone
Slow Ya Roll (You Gotta Slow Down Shawty)
Slow Ya Roll (You Gotta Slow Down Shawty)

Young Buck feat. 50 Cent - Hold On


[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]
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

[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]
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 feat. Young Jeezy - Pocket Full Of Paper


[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]

(feat. Kokane)

[Intro:]
Eh Uh Uh Uh

[Verse 1:]
Don't Ask me where the fuck 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 minus 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 Mutherfucker

[Chorus: 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: 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: 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)

Young Buck feat. Latoiya Williams - U Ain't Goin' Nowhere


[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]

Young Buck - Money Good


[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'fucker 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!!

Young Buck - Puff Puff Pass


[Intro:]
I need err'body!
To put the lighters in the air!
Light it up!

[Chorus:]
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass [x4]
Now err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
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 [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
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 [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'thang

[Verse:]
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

[Chorus]
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
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 [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass [x4]
We gotten err'thang

[Intro:]
Ayo you niggas done ate long enough...

G-UNIT... ohhh

[Hook:]
Hey im the clean up man
There aint to many niggas that can do it like I can
When the records aint sellin and the the snitches start telling mothafucka they yellin
get em buck
Grindin grindin I can make it happen cause im
Grindin grindin I aint only rappin man im
Grindin grindin you know who to call ill be
Grindin grindin this is for my dawgs

[Verse 1:]
What's goin on with the unit these days
Well im gonna tell ya everybody getting paid
And I hear you niggas callin prayin on our downfall
took a couple losses still we some hound dogs
Your bitch still lovin my swag
we let you niggas eat why the fuck is you mad
I never left the streets I merely ran to them
This is cause I know they watchin me I let my man do him
Money a house and a bad bitch waitin for the rap game and I had this
You don't know about bean broke standin on the block sellin fen soap yellin

[Hook:]
Hey im the clean up man
There aint to many niggas that can do it like I can
When the records aint sellin and the the snitches start telling mothafucka they yellin
get em buck
Grindin grindin I can make it happen cause im
Grindin grindin I aint only rappin man im
Grindin grindin you know who to call ill be
Grindin grindin this is for my dawgs

[Verse 2:]
Let's zip the yack for a minute
shawtie you feelin this then put your back in it
Im back in it in a all black fitted and a all black tinted up drop top bented like (heyyyyy)
You know what it is I got my own jewelry baby this aint none of his
just halla when ya need me show a nigga love when ya see me
I can carry the weight 50 just put it on my shoulders g-unit is the gang im a muthafuckin soldier they thought it was over he let me out of the cage so now they got me standin on this god dam stage like

[Hook:]
Hey im the clean up man
There aint to many niggas that can do it like I can
When the records aint sellin and the the snitches start telling mothafucka they yellin
get em buck
Grindin grindin I can make it happen cause im
Grindin grindin I aint only rappin man im
Grindin grindin you know who to call ill be
Grindin grindin this is for my dawgs

[Verse 3:]
Before I leave let me put this on your brain
If rap stop today I still do my thing
I bought a ? before I bought me a chain
Took my momma out to ? and bought her a car in her name
Pay my nigga ? just to get him on the streets hopein if I get locked up niggas do it for me
Keep the project lights on payin everybody's bills
All my homies dead im taken care of everybody's kids
And I got this you can count on me to come through when the home team down by 3
Im gonna shoot and even if a nigga did miss I bet next quarter ill back in this bitch like

[Hook:]
Hey im the clean up man
There aint to many niggas that can do it like I can
When the records aint sellin and the the snitches start telling mothafucka they yellin get em buck
Grindin grindin I can make it happen cause im
Grindin grindin I aint only rappin man im
Grindin grindin you know who to call ill be
Grindin grindin this is for my dawgs

[Outro:]
Yeahhh
You know niggas out there
No hold up hold up
You know some niggas out there
Might of thought the unit was over or some shit
You niggas is loosin your fuckin minds man
Haha
Hey yo man I got this shit right now no what I mean
Get the fuck outta my lane
Yeahhh
You know that why that nigga 50 that why he got his feet kicked up right now
Sha money I got you nigga
Strait up
So hey yo
I'm expectin to be at the awards this year

(feat. Jazze Pha, T.I., Young Jeezy)

[Jazze Pha:]
Ladies and Gentlemen..

[Hook: Young Buck]
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

[Chorus: Young Buck]
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)

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Hey
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
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

[Chorus]

[Hook: Young Buck]
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

(feat. Jazze Pha)

[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!!!

[Chorus: 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

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[Verse 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!

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 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

[Chorus: 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

[Bridge: 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

[Chorus: 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

[Outro: 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!!!
Don't let 'em stop you now

[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 fuck 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 mothafucking 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 fucking mind

[Chorus:]
U mothafuckas don't know me (lets go)
U mothafuckas don't know me (yeeah)
U mothafuckas don't know me (come on)
U mothafuckas 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 fuck 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 mothafuckas don't know me (come on)
U mothafuckas don't know me (yeeah)
U mothafuckas don't know me (lets go)
U mothafuckas don't know me (yeeah)
U mothafuckas don't know me (yeeah)