Letras:
Young Buck Chronic 2006

through the street 45 on my front, AK on my back seat smokin' your fat ass across the street Then I ask myself "How do I survive?" [Verse 1: Young Buck

: [Young Buck:] Yeah this that grown man shit right here Lets go [Chorus: Young Buck] You can catch me with the top dropped bitch Police know they can

: [Young Buck:] What up? Ya'll know who it is G Unit South in this motherfucker And you know I don't really dance much But i'm a sit here and smoke my

: [Young Buck:] Hey yo whats up? (If I should die..) It's Cashville's own nigga!! (.. Befo' I wake) Young Buck!!.. G-Unit!!.. (Please Lord..) Lot of

: (feat. Mobb Deep) [Verse 1: Young Buck] The sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha sweets Keys of cocaine is all a nigga see (K'Yeah!) And all these

: (feat. M.O.P.) [Chorus: Young Buck] Shots rang out, if you ain't got a gun If you don't want none Then that ass better run You can get hit In the

: (feat. DJ Drama) [Young Buck:] It's the Remix Young Buck! G-Uniit South! Ha ha! Hey yo, it's like I got a spot out in L.A. I got a spot in New York

: [Young Buck:] Hey whats up baby? Ya know we been together for a long time... Ya know we been through alot... We had our ups and our downs and shit...

: [Young Buck:] Hey yo what up? (Corner) Ha ha ya'll know where i'm at I'm on the (Corner) For sure So what I come to do (Corner) Is let niggas know