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
I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit Long as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in Cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it
And Game Was Covenced I Gotthe Stray Jacket Flow Im Insane When I Spit And How Yall Talkin Dat Young Gun Shit Yall Young But Yall Aint Guns Yall Aint
Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix [Verse 4: T.I.] You Knowin' My Attitude Shitty, Only A Buck Fifty So I Keep The Smitty's Wit Me, Shhh They Comin To Get Me
remix, its an honor my n*gga I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna
the remix, its an honor my n*gga I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna
my wrist to my gold chain anywhere i go i keep it hood i Never change if it aint got it in my lap i got it stashed in the range [pow pow] I'm gettin
buck buck and buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck again
They Aint Bone Enuf To Come Fuck Wit Us, Bankhead Gone Buck Wit Us, Westside Gone Buck Wit Us, Atl Gone Buck Wit Us,U Think Fabo Aint Ready To Come Out
mazarati niggas aint fuckin wit the don when yung money shoppin we dont leave nuttin in the mall these niggas aint as rich as us man ya rims to small
it, I aint givin a fuck about jealous shit, And I dont smoke weed for the smell of it, Just before I kill, I inhale the shit, You cant trail me bitch I
pinchin and shit. Niggaz workin wit somethin round my way, I aint really gotta say to much, if you know Young Buck you know Money Motha Fuckas.. [Young Buck
1 Young Buck) Extended the family wit a wire recruited a couple comrades, I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats, Bad ass lil' n**** wit a trash bag now I
feat. Hi-C, Sosa) [Intro: Young Buck] Its colder than muhfucka outside.. I gotta get this money though, fuck that [Chorus: Sosa] Row, row, row, ya boat
s best friend and I aint read the Bible yet [Insert:] Heavenly Father! Creator of all things! I humble myself...as I bow to your throne [Young Buck:]
I Dont Hold Nothin But Guns I Just Know I Gotta Gun All Yall Better Run Im On The Edge To Go I Like Them Niggas Wit Dreads Do What I Said I Come To
Projects, In The Projects Im The Topic Of Ya Magazine I Dont Need Ya Cover To Smart To Starve, To Hard To Struggle You Think That I Dont Know That I
