hundred to fill up what I'm 'posed to do nigga (Chorus) Ya in my ear, but there's money out here And I'm always here, when none of y'all here Which one
three-car garages You say I'm cheating when I'm up at the studio Come to find out you the hoe, oh And you was way out Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna play
So wrong It just ain't the same no more A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong [Verse 3: Young Buck] These
Verse 1:] Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show Young hoe, gun let go, I've been gung-ho Run yo' click clean out of that shit Did they forget,
C & Sosa) [Young Buck:] Hey what up nigga? [VOICE:] What you lookin' at? [Young Buck:] About to see if these niggas got a problem with me out here
: [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
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
: [Young Buck:] All my thugs and thugets Walk where I walk, see what I see Now I welcome you all to cashville, tennekee All my life, I hustle'd all night
Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya' If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler [Young Buck:] I Been Out Here
: [Young Buck:] Yeah, Get Money! You Niggas Know What It Is Ah Man You Know I Don't Give A Fuck About A Bitch I'm Gettin' Money [Chorus: Young Buck]
, dawg But he's back bigger, better, stronger and free Like I ain't fucked my way out Of all these motherfuckin' situations, watch this I'm here to remind
might not last It used to be about old pimps and macks But now we got the young bucks trying to jack It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked
Grind Music bitch! [Sheek Louch] Aiyyo Joell, I'm on this son {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, Don Corlito flyin out a Tito The further I get the ground
you was young I could see 100 niggas through your gap And all of them was probably hitting that That's embarrassing, you're stuck with 30 children, 70 miscarriages In and out
mall up. cops everywhere. exit out be for they block every stair. now it's hot everywhere. gotta bounce all out. make you niggaz pull tha pounds all out
like the ? Marion, Kobe Teach me how to Dougie, come here little man, show me Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me Ain't trippin' off no old beefs, ain't grinding
of three-car garages You say I'm cheating when I'm up at the studio Come to find out you the hoe, oh and you was way out Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna
