Chorus: Young Buck] I'm by myself up on this (Corner) (I shall fear no man) I'm by myself up on this (Corner) (G Unit South) I'm by myself up on this (Corner
[Chorus: Young Buck] I'm by myself up on this (Corner) (I shall fear no man) I'm by myself up on this (Corner) (G Unit South) I'm by myself up on this (Corner
hand on my Johnson Hip-Hop police on me like I'm the convict What happened to the old school? I thought it was rhyming Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner
Jacket Flow Im Insane When I Spit And How Yall Talkin Dat Young Gun Shit Yall Young But Yall Aint Guns Yall Aint Dumped One Clip Im Tha Games Young Gun
bastard in plastic. I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts. I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the
but really like it raw in the closet Like the rider type of whore, by the shore, (?) trick on her But I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on
as a fist and the ice that's on it Y'all ain't crunker than us, ghetto performers Street roamers, still keepin the heat on us Corner on a nice day, nigga
: [Krayzie] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family my family, this is my family this is my family my family [Layzie] Lord
: [Verse 1:] American gangsta yeah dats me gorilla hood nigga baby zoe I ain't never had nothin I was out there on the corna packs of the bills crack
in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach - it's bugged Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hangin out with young
to blow his life away. Blew a few more lines, just to send my conscious on it's way Plotted on some crime, then I pulled up on a bank lot She had a bag
Stomped on a different ground Sound second to none Synthesizers tweet To improvise your feet I calculated every lyric to arrive on a beat It's free Come get high on
