: (feat. DJ Paul) [Young Buck:] Aiyo Paul what up nigga? [DJ Paul:] Buck whats goin' on baby? [Young Buck:] Aiyo nigga you know, you've been knowin
(feat. DJ Paul) [Young Buck:] Aiyo Paul what up nigga? [DJ Paul:] Buck whats goin' on baby? [Young Buck:] Aiyo nigga you know, you've been knowin'
Tradução: Young Buck. Dead Or Alive (Fuck The Police).
nigga Life is a game of chess nigga... Some King, Some Queens Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e You niggas is pawns 50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or
I'm eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking for my ownheart beat Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive
of M&M's? You can be Eminem, and I got proof Or you could be Obama, and bring back troops Or you could be Osama, and tear off roofs Or be Corporate
'm eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking for my own heart beat Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive
one hell of a ride I'm telling you guys They thought we'd never survive Jacquline high Or the great 'American Pie' weapons callide Dead or alive Left
been said we living suicidal It's like rush at eleven placing bucks on your bet Do your thang slang cane and get your bucks on your steps (Watch) Watch ya ass young
And supposed if... just supposed if he violated her or something. You know what I mean, violated? [Martin Harrison] l know what you mean. [Amos Hart] Or
's run your av in Illinois When my truck come around duck the fuck down or the last thing you'll see is a flash and hear a buck sound [Verse 4: Young
A lot of niggaz, wanna see me in my grave (more or less) I be ready for the drama, anyday (more or less) Go to war, in the midst of gun play (more or
we living suicidal, it's like rush at eleven placing bucks on your bet Do your thang slang cane and get your bucks on your steps (watch) Watch ya ass young
win nigga Life is a game of chess nigga... Some King, Some Queens Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e You niggas is pawns 50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or
'm eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking for my ownheart beat Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive