Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Day I Forgot

I don't love you
So why should I compete with other guys?
All I know is: my father told me look out
"Look out!"
I don't want you
So why should I compete with other guys?
I don't love you, no
I think I'll take a long way down from here
I think I'll take a long way down
I don't miss you, still I will take a car to be with you
I don't know you, of course you think you know me
I don't want you
So why should I compete with other guys?
I don't love you, no
I think I'll take a long way down from here
I think I'll take a long way down
I don't love you.

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Day I Forgot

When you see the light
You could imagine
Where you can go
And when you walk outside
You could've had it
You felt alone
You felt alone
So why'd you say those words to him
If you could start over again
When you asked for this
It was a gift, yeah
They let you have
And once you've seen the light
You will remember (you WILL remember!)
Where you could go (you WILL remember!)
When you would go
Away
So why'd you say those words to him
If you could start over again
Yeah, you turn it around
And see how they came to be there
Oh, but you've never seen
The lives in between
No they won't care
No they won't care
And when you tell those words to him
Be sure to start over again
And when you tell those words to him
Just be sure to start over again
Yeah, just be sure to start over again.

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Day I Forgot

Saw my reflection, covered in glass
How it reminds me of you
Broken like a vision, an unfinished season
Terror had struck me, but all I could see is your soft skin
And I wondered
Inside the workhouse, you mind your own business
And I had the courage of two
And as I requested a lapse in your presence
I couldn't think of anything important to say
So I wondered
When this day will end
Yeah, I wondered if we'd speak again.
Yeah, I wonder.

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Day I Forgot

It's a 7-11
Do you wanna take a walk outside
If you want a burrito
You can have another bite of mine
It could last you forever
If you're not waiting for the call
Come on over tonight
Come on over this morning
Momma says, "You only fall in love once."
And you could leave here tomorrow
You know you wanted to have more
They were looking for answers
And if you never had them score
Yeah, it could last you forever
Just sit here in the store
Come on over tonight
Come on over this morning
Momma says, "You only fall in love once."
And you think you know that they'll always be there
You never had the time
I want you to be fine
It's a 7-11
Do you want to take a walk outside
If you want a burrito
You can have another bite of mine
It could last you forever
If you're still waiting on that call
Come on over tonight
Come on over this morning
Momma says, "You only fall in love once."

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Day I Forgot

Man in uniform told me he wants to get out
Didn't see it coming head in from the west
And it's he who choose
To reach another level
I never even saw it
before today
sew his uniform
paint a different circle
can i wonder how
you never let me down?
If it's we who choose
I'll reach another level
To be that one who never lost a day
But it's he who choose
I'll reach out for the takers
I never saw them make it in a scene
Man in uniform
Wants to get out
He didn't see it coming
Blaze in from the north
So it's they who choose
I'll reach out for beginners
I know you could not miss it,
It's a date!
A little while :
Just for a little while
I know you never wanted it this way
I can see, I can see.

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Day I Forgot

Every now and then I get like this
And it isn't hard to see
But the old man in the kitchen
I think he's part of me
Don't say nothing bout the old house
Cos I burned it to the ground
And when the darkness comes, I lie awake
Playing lost and found
All at once
I break my silence
All at once
There's no more hiding
And all he wants
Is to show us how he feels
They're all liars in the back room
Watch them all go down
They can tell you what you want to hear
But they will never stick around
So don't say nothing bout the old house
Cos I burned it to the ground
And when the darkness comes I'll lie and wait
Still playing lost and found
All at once
I break my silence
All at once
There's no more hiding
And all he wants is to show us how he feels
When he comes around
Do not tell him nothing
Do not make a sound
Cos if he knows we're there
He might tear his heart out
And beat us to death with it
I was too young to understand.

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Day I Forgot

There was a time
She could never see him
And her fault
Was to always need him
They became their only rescue
They connect
They connect
And he says, "I know about your son."
That he feels so much older than he was
When she only talks about her son
So much work
There was a time
When I thought I knew you
So much for that afternoon
They became their only rescue
They connect in the afternoon
And he says "I know about your man"
...and their hearts will broken if you can't decide between them
So much longer wind on the phone
You don't have to answer, have to walk alone
So much work
And it's the same sad song coming back again
The same old song, flows back again
And you don't have to live on your own
It's a lie in the end, you only satisfy your friends
And you don't heal if you won't (don't) bring it home
You don't have to settle
(Don't) have to say you won't
You can stay
You don't have to walk alone.

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

In the beginning
They had valuable traits
Just don't mention anything to him
All we ask of you
Is to break both his legs
For the trouble
Caused as vampyre
They don't even care about us
In the backs of their cars
It's too hot to handle
Too cold to shovel
In the beginning
They had positive traits
Just don't mention
Everything to him
All we ask of you
Is a stake through the heart
For the troubles caused as vampyre
And they don't even care about us
In the backs of their cars
It's too hot to handle
Too cold to shovel
Too cold to shovel
Too cold to shovel...

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

Ask yourself
What do you think about us?
I was in the station
Working on something for us

You say your empty mind
Is easy when it's drugged
I watched you fall out of bed and scrape up your back
Well, maybe
This life is like the drug.
This life is like the drug.

Ask yourself
What do they say about us?
I was in the station
Cooking up something for us

You say your empty mind
Is easy when it's drugged
I watched you fall out of bed and scrape up your back
Well, maybe
This life is like your bed.
This life is like your bed.

I've seen you fall between
Everywhere we go
They want to love you, baby
More than you know
I've seen the storm inside you
All through the day I know it never leaves you
Not in that way

(Yeah)

I've seen your empty mind is easy when it's drugged
I've watched you fall out of bed and then scrape up your back
Well, maybe
This life is like your head.
This life is like your head.
This life is like your head...

Ask yourself
Ask yourself
Yeah, ask yourself

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

Say the talk, and I won't mind
The days are caused, you know I never try
And I love you like the one I used to know
And if you never had the time
To last an ordinary problem
And I said I'd like to have a place to go

And you live, and you try
I could never find another
If you walk me to the car park, I won't go

To I live this all time
Flashing for that sees be saw you
I could love you like a sister,
But never had
Drawing circles in your concrete
I will know your every move
And I'll send ya, I'll send ya

And you live, and you try
I could never find another
If you walk me to the car park, I won't go
And we live, and we try
Live was hard on us between us
I will love you, I won't let go

We are one inside these walls, undercover
We are one inside these walls, undercover
We are one inside these walls, undercover

We are one in
We are one in
We are one

And you live, and you try
I could never find another
If you walk me to the car park, I won't go
And we live, and we try
Live was hard on us between us
I will love you, I won't let go

We are one
We are one
We are one
We are one

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

Policies drive a nation
Don't tell you their role
Policies drive a nation
Don't tell you their role
Clearly think
Clearly see
Gonna take you over
Gonna take you over
Prophecies drive a nation
Don't take the low road
Policies drive vacations
Don't take the low road
Clearly think
Clearly see
It's gonna take you over
Gonna take you over
Hey, boy, are you cut with that?
Hey, boy, are you cut with that?
I've gone over
I got everything that I've got
1, 2, 3, 4!
Policies drive a nation
Don't tell you their roles
Clearly sees
Clearly thinks
It's gonna take you over
Gonna take you over
Hey, boy, are you cut with that?
Hey, boy, are you cut with that?
I've crossed over
I've crossed over
Boy, are you cut with that?
Hey, boy, are you cut with that?
I've gone over
I crossed over
(over)

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

Walk me out by the water's edge
Oh, my brother
I'm coming down
We are you
We are almost there
And the man keeps coming 'round
I don't know who was right
Or what they saw in you that night
But here we are under moonlight
Words...cannot describe
Walk me out in the morning sun
Oh, sweet momma
I'm coming down
We are young
We are almost there
And the man keeps coming 'round
And I don't know who was right
Or what they saw in you that night
Here we are under moonlight
Words cannot describe
It's clear to me
You're like
The oceans and the light
Try and you'll remember what you used to be
It's clear to me this day will take you for a ride
A place that you once longed to be
And there it is...
I don't know who was right
Or what they saw in you that night
Here we are under the moonlight
Words...cannot describe
Walk me out
By the water's edge
Oh, my brother
I'm coming down
We were young
We are almost there
And the man keeps coming 'round
The man keeps coming

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

Cadillac Boy
And all he wants to do is work
How can you make him feel?
I was let down in your photographic whirl
I was in love with it
It's so much harder
Than this
So much harder
Than this
I was in the door
Didn't feel like doing work
We're staring out
We're starting now
You see me go
You feel like doing work
We're starting now
We're starving now
I let you go, you never put me out
Stop it now
Just stop now...
And say, "I will."
Say, "I will."
Maybe I'm right
Maybe I'm right
Maybe I'm right on, right on, right on
You see me go and you feel like doing work
We're staring now
We're starting now
I let you go, you never put me out
Stop it now
Just stop now
And say, "I will."
Just say, "I will."
Maybe I'm right
Maybe I'm right
Maybe I'm right on, right on, right on
I said, "Hey, baby, baby, baby, I'll take you tonight."
And I'll see you on the other side, sugar
Your pleasant face, your crooked smile
Maybe tomorrow is a lifetime away...

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

Shame, pass the ticket along
Are you outside or inside?
You are in.
So what you want to know?
That everybody wants you?
You're old enough to say
What's really on your mind
Shame, has to take it alone
Are we not for between us
We are here
So what you gonna do
When everybody loves you?
You're old enough to know
What's really on their minds
They wanted the same thing
In love with the same thing
They wanted it all
So what you gonna do
When everybody hates you?
You're old enough to have known
What was really on their minds
They wanted the same thing
In love with the same thing
In love with the same thing
They wanted the same thing
In love with the same thing
Wanted the same thing
They wanted it all

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

Sometimes it's pain
Sometimes it's hollow
Never the same
It'll change you tomorrow
The sadness
Doesn't matter when it's gone
Girl in a red dress
Passes you by
A hurried deception
Glean to her eye
Like the weather will not hurt her
When she's wrong
You say you feel all broke and discarded
What's on your mind, baby?
You know you'll get on well
Once you've started
Over again
This day is alive
This day is alive
This day is alive
Take another chance if a turn for disaster
Is the best thing for you
Oh, the difference is the lies
I've told are true
Do not tell your father
The thoughts you've been thinking
They'll burn him too long
After all it's the dream that holds up the sun
Yeah, you want to have something that's real
Well, give it some time, baby
You're all wrapped up in the words
You're repeating over again
This day is alive
This day is alive
This day is alive
So now you tell me
What you're gonna do to me
You got a lot on your mind, baby
You go so much that'll get through to me
Without telling me lies
You say you wanna stand up for something, alright...
What's on your mind, baby
Oh, you could stand here for nothing
Or start it again
Start it again
This day is alive
This day is alive
This day is alive

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

I want to live alone in the desert
I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe
I want to live on the Upper East Side
And never go down in the street
Michael Jackson in Disneyland
Don't have to share it with nobody else
Lock the gates, Goofy, take my hand
And lead me through the world of self
Splendid isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid isolation

Don't want to wake up with on one beside me
Don't want to take up with nobody new
Don't want nobody coming by without calling first
Don't want nothing to do with you

I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows
Lying down in the dark to dream
I don't want to see their faces
I don't want to hear them scream
Splendid isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid isolation
Splendid isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid isolation

Don't want to wake up with no one beside me
Don't want to take up with nobody new
Don't want nobody coming by without calling first
Don't want nothing to do with you

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

Sandy, I don't recognize you
So much has changed in your face
I dream at night you managed to take me home
And you could not get over my place
And you say, "Hey, what you doin' here?
I think that you would rather be there...
And your love is like a broken bottle."
Oh, Jesse, what you done with yourself?
I don't think you have to recognize me
But we was walking alone
And we had fun, fun, fun
I'm gonna buy you a new ride, baby
Gonna buy you a new line, baby
Something inside just walks me home
Oh, Sally, I've seen you before
You managed to take me home
What were you doing?
What was it about?
I guess it was the thought that counts
And lovers bruise each other
And there's a courage in what you ask
I'm gonna buy you a new ride, baby
I'm gonna buy you a new line, baby
Something inside just walks me home
Yeah
And lovers bruise each other
No, I don't wanna be like that
And there's a courage in what you ask
I'm gonna buy you a new ride, baby
Gonna buy you a new line, baby
Something inside you just walks me home
I'm gonna buy you a new ride, baby
Gonna buy you a new line, baby
Something inside just walks me home
Something inside just walks me home

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

Came back from this big career
And turned it all around
Yeah, see them all over there?
They did it just like you
Oh, back to the beginning
And start it all again?
Never...
How do you go on?
Go on
Now you go on... how'd you go on?
You go 'round again
Wake up for the city lights
Baby don't know me
Baby don't understand
Wake up for the city
How'd you go on?
Go on
Now you go on
How'd you go, how do you go on?
Don't wait for me
There's no lies between us
Don't leave with me the rest of our live
How'd you go on?
Go on
Now you go on
How do you go...
How do you go... on?
How do you go on?
Go on
How do you go... on?
Go back to the beginning
And start it all again... never

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

When winter comes
Along these shores
Old Hollywood
We're knocking down
We're sifting through
We are the actual tigers
When winter comes
They leave behind us
Throw your arms around my neck
And hold me tightly
There's a lot that we will get
I'm asking you...
Let your diamond bracelet fall
Over the ice age
Over the ice age
Those summer years
We'd follow them
In light of day
In light of us
We'll see it through
When they're playing our song
Those summer years
Have long since gone
Throw your arms around my neck
And whisper softly
Of a thing that we will get
I'm asking you
Let your diamond bracelet fall
Over the ice age
Over the ice age
I want to go back
I want to go back
In future times
We'll hold it closer
Imagining
We weren't older
Yet, through it all
They'll be playing our song
Throw your arms around my neck
And whisper softly
Of a thing that we will get
I'm asking you...
Let your diamond bracelet fall
Over the ice age
Over the ice age...

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

Eighteen men went into the house
And burned it to the ground
Two men came out from the house
Never went to town
Everyone knew who the carpenter was
Breaking everything
Nathaniel was a lucky one
He had to get his things
Georgie Boy, oh, Georgie Boy
Sister Anne-Marie and a 12-year-old
They left the burning town
Rode for miles on a subway train
That's how the legend went down
And, yeah, now you've been fooled
And now you can see that
Nothing's gonna change
It's the witches who know
They only do what they want
And then like to have someone explain
Georgie Boy, oh, Georgie Boy
Now you can move and now you can sing
Georgie Boy
Now it's over when you can't ascribe
You say now's the time for a different try
But you have to tell
Does running make that sound?
Twenty years on
It's a mission accomplished
And everyone's feeling great
He says, "No one's ever gonna trap me down
Or make me make mistakes."
So now what you do
And now what you say
Means nothing to the rest
And you make a rich bitch
And you know what you are
Yeah, you find yourself in a purple dress
Georgie Boy, oh, Georgie Boy
And now you can move
And now you can sing
Georgie Boy, oh, Georgie Boy

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Artist : YORN, PETE
Album : Nightcrawler

So come with me
To a place that we don't know
Come with me
I just wanna say "hello"
If you need some inspiration before we go
Just know
It's the way I have fallen in with you....
It's the way I have fallen in with you

So come with me
To a river I have seen
On the way
We can wash off in the stream
Time is waiting for the lightning to arrive
You can take my life
But I'll never die
You can tell
That's the way I'll survive

So here we are now
A couple of fools
Driving around here
With nothing to do
We just made a bad decision
That's alright

You can take my life
But I'll never die
You can tell
That's the way I'll survive

Heading for
The bandstand in the sky

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville
(feat. 50 Cent)

[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck

[Young Buck:]
I Come From A Small Town, Where Organised Crime Is The Rule
You Kill Nigga's Without Permission, Nigga's Gon' Kill You
We Bang The Rags Too, Red And Blue, That Shit Aint Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn, You're Gettin Robbed At
We All Targets Standin Out On The Street Corner
Thats Why You See The Lil' Kids With The Heat On 'Em
Police Pull Up, Hop Out When They Can't Catch Us
They Never Even Get A Change To Say "Drop Your Weapons"
Liquor Stores Never Close, The Whole Hood High
Niggas Know When Its "Roll", The Whole Hood Ride
We On That Bishop And Jude Shit
I'll Put This 4-5 In Your Mouth Like A Toothpick (You Bitch)
The South Ain't Safe No Mo', So Get A Gun
And Pray To God That U Make It To See 21

[50 Cent:]
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck

[Young Buck:]
You Gon' Make Me Crawl Through Your Backyard, And Cut Off Your Lightswitch
Kick In Your Back Door, And Take All That White Shit
Niggas Know What To Do When Im Around
Go Put Ya' Pack Up, And Pick Up Ya' 4 Pound, It's Bout To Go Down
Buck Back On That Bullshit, He Even Got His Baby Momma Walkin With A Full Clip
Fucked A Couple R&B Hoes, But Now It's Back To The Hoodrats
They Lick A Nigga Dick And Know Where That Good At
Money Don't Make A Nigga Change
It's Just The Niggas That Ain't Neva' Had Nuthin Start Doin Strange Thangs
They Say I Must Like Beef, Cuz 50 Got 50 Enemies
But If They Fight Him, They Gotta Fight Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's Wherever, Whenever, Whatever You Wanna Do (Nigga)

[50 Cent:]
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck

Im'a Soldier, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left
Im'a Soldier, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left
Im'a Soldier

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville

[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
Now I'm Alright, My Wrist Is All Ice
And I Did It All, Without Ya'll Advice
I Done Been To Hell And Back, Twice

You Cant Do It Like Me!

Now As The World Turns, I Let My Bud Burn
Police Writin' Down My Tags, Like Im Con'cerned
I Graduated From The Nickels And Dimes
You Need The F.E.D.'s Bitch, To Come Get Mine
Get On The Grind Hoe, And Stay The Fuck Up Outta Mine Fo'
The Kid's Find Daddy Lay'd Out With His Eyes Closed
I Know, Can't Be Humble In The Jungle
Give A Nigga An Inch, He'll Take A Whole Mile From Ya'
So I Bust First, Fuck This Earth Nigga
Whats Worse? Wakin' Up In The Pen, Or Sleepin' Up Under The Dirt
Boo Yow! Is The Sound Of The 40 Cal.
Ak's Bananna Clips Hold A 100 Rounds
Test Me, Rude Boy Don't Want None
Got Jamacan's And Hesian's Buck, Buck, Buckin' They Gun
Where The Hood At? Nigga, That's Where I Come From
Where Shoot Dice, Snort White, Sell Crack And Heroine

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!

Somebody Tell Me What This World Comin' To
Why They Go Get They Metal Detector's When We Come Through
Yah, I Know We Got Beef, And Niggas Say They Wanna Kill Us
But You Can't Get Mad, Cuz The Whole World Feel Us
Do The Math, Half Of These Niggas Lying In They Rhymes
They Don't Even Read The Paper Work, Just Sign On The Line
I Got A 9, And A Heart To Go Get Mine
And I'll Be God Damn, If I Take A Loss This Time
I'm Fishline, In The Water, Nibble Only To Get Caught
May I Take Ya' Order? Yah, I Can Get It In New York
See The Streets Know, This Nigga Here'll Let The Heat Go
Be Low, Don't Be No Muthafuckin' Hero
A Kilo'll Get A Nigga Whole Click Killed
You Ain't Gotta Spend Shit, Niggas'll Hustle Up A Mill
When You Live With All The Roaches, You Kill All The Rats
And The Thugs, That Ain't Focused, Get They Head Cracked

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!

I Know I Got A Dirty Mouth, Bitch I'm From The South
I'm Nuthin Like What You Done Seen Or You Done Heard About
I'm In My Best On The Block, A Vest And A Glock, And The Rest In My Sock
Unless I Was Pac, You Wont See Me With A Cross On My Back
Gotta Do My Own Thang, Can't Copy That Cat
Let Me Holla At Ya' For A Minute May'ne
If Ya Stand For Nuthin' Nigga, You'll Fall For Anythang
I'm Bustin Any Brain, They Say That I'm Insaine
But I Came In This Game With Cocaine In My Viens
What I'm Sayin, That I'm Trained To Go And Turn A Penny To A 20
You Complain, I'd Rather Work With What He Sent Me, Ain't It Strange?
How I Went From A Hoopty To A Bently, I Ain't Changed
I'm In The Hood, You Want Me? Come And Get Me
Feel My Pain, But Don't Feel Sorry For Me
Cuz They're Some Kids In Samalia With Nuthin To Eat

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!

[Scratching {50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}]

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville
(feat. 50 Cent)

[50 cent]
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win

[Verse 1]
[Young Buck]
I feel attention when I walk in the club
G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I dont need security, this old nickel enough
I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all
So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might neva come home again nigga, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin
My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin
Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em'
Raaaaa!

[Chorus x2]
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D

[verse 2]
[Young Buck]
I know i'm sinnin but i'm winnin at tha same time
Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine
I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine
Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs
G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do
G.D.'s, Vice Lords, Crips n the Bloodz too
Move lemme come through
Ain't a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies
My goals keep shinin, them hoes keep cryin
The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Ca$hville, 'bout to fly to Miami
Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys
The reason niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly can't stand me
I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties
Bitch!

[Hook]
Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)

[Chorus x2]

[verse 3]
Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)
Now where ya hood at? Buck
If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do
Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin
Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin'
Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks
Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes
It's alright if you still on the block boy
See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars
As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars
Young Buck!

[chorus x2]

[50 cent]
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
AHH!

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville
(feat. Mr. Porter)

[Young Buck:]
You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,
Is Gon' Do All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?
Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,
But The Things You Go Through In Life, Make You Who You Are
Look At Me Now!

[Mr. Porter:]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoe

[Young Buck:]
I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights
Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price
I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go
You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow
We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store
Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar
Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public
See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It
Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game
Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain
I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga
I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga
And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook
Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should
How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Suge
Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good

[Mr. Porter:]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

[Young Buck:]
I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get
My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit
Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's
We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread
The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It
To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It
We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back
Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?
This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It
But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It
I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy
Locked Up And Don't Know If They Ev'a Coming Home Boy
Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born
Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More
You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line
My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now

[Mr. Porter:]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

[Young Buck:]
Now Everybody Got They Hand Out
Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out
Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out
But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth
No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks
Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick
Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole Nother Level
It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto
Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid
That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd
Everybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It
No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It
Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn
They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram
This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be
Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Have Done To Me

[Mr. Porter:]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville
(feat. Lil' Flip & David Banner)

[Young Buck:]
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch

The Dirty, Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South

Working This Wood Wheel, Ya'll Don't Know How Good It Feel
Just Come To Cashville, Ya'll Gon See How Hood It Is
We In The Projects, Cookin' Chikens In The Kitchen
We Goto Prison, But Get Out And Go Back To Get In It
Your Hood Ain't No Harder Than Mine, Bitch, We All Thuggin'
We Fight In Clubs, Hit The Parkin Lot, And Start Bustin'
I Know I'm Country, I Cant Help It I'm From Tennessee
I'm Throwin' Up This Hennisey, And Blowin Up My Enemies
Ya'll Niggas Remember Me? Not Because The Bird's Tennekee
But Young Buck Been A G', I Give A Fuck Who You Be Boy
I Want In On Everything, A Dime Bag, If So Come See Me For It
To Be A Star, All You Need Is A Pyrex Jar
Some Soldiers, And Some Baking Soda, You Can Buy That Car

Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South

[David Banner:]
I Swear On The Soul's Of Our Dead Cousin's
I Ain't Fuckin, Man I'm Commin Ak 40's Bustin',
7's And Mack 11's
I Told 'Em All I Ain't No Hoe
But Niggas Don't Listen Till You Kick A Nigga,
Smack Him With That Callico
I'm Tryin To Stay In Gods Plan
But I Hadta Show These Faggots That Your Fuckin With A Man, Ya Bitch!
I Left Them Niggas Needin'Path
And Ya'll Probly Won't Live To See This Weekend,
Gotta Go, Gotta Go, FUckin Mash Out
I Hit The Dro' A Lil More And Then I Pass Out
Crashin' The H2, Bitches I Hate You
Now U Keep Talkin Shit, I Kidnap And Ducktape You
Let Them Faggots Rape You
Then It's Back To Mississippi, If Ya Boys Want Revenge
Tell Them Bitches Come And Get Me
Cuz I Was Born In This Bitch To Die
I'm In Queens, In Your 'Lac, With Your Bitch, Gettin' High

[Young Buck:]
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South

[Lil Flip:]
I'm The King, It Ain't No Mystery, So Fuck Ya'll Niggas Dissin' Me
I'm Goin' Down In History, I'm Leavin' With A Victory
Yo' Baby Momma Kissin' Me, Talkin' 'Bout She Missin' Me
Since I'm A Star, When I Hit The Door, They Never Friskin' Me
Cuz I Pack A Pack A Pound, Just Ask Around, Like 50 "I'll Back You Down"
Run To Ya' Crib And Snach Ya' Pounds, Everybody On The Ground
You Know My Niggas Hold Me Down, What Goes Around Comes Around
I Represent H-Town, Still Run The Underground
With Bricks On The Greyhound, Spree's On My Escalade
I'm Glad I Made It Out The Game, It Gotta Be A Better Way
Now We Gettin' Cheeda', Now We On Another Level
It's Clover G And G-Unit, Young Buck, Shut 'Em Down

[Young Buck:]
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville
(feat. Lloyd Banks & D-Tay)

[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang

[Young Buck:]
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same Niggas Wouldn't Offer To Give Me Shit
Niggas Hate You When You Rich, But Love When You Broke
I Never Knew I Had So Many Enemies Before
My Arm's Is Open To Anyone Who Want Beef
I Promise Ya'll I Won't Sleep, Till Ya'll Layin 6 Ft.
G-Unit That's What It Is, That's What It's Gon' Be
Benzino Or The Source Can't Hold Me
I Been Heavensent To Put A End To This Nonsence
The Handle Of This 4-5'll Make Him Unconscious
Most Of These Rappers, Throw Bricks, And Hide They Head
Come To Our Shows, Then Hide Behind They Man, They Homie
I Understand I'm A Target, I'm On Top
But Understand If You Start It, I'm Gon' Pop
I'm Not An Artist, Buck Is A Street Pharmast
One Of The Smartest, That Gon' Get Money Regardless

[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang

[Lloyd Banks:]
My Eyes Low, Hydro Leakin' Out That Tahoe
I Know G-Unit's Them Niggas Im'a Ride Fo'
Nah Hoe, I Ain't Stuntin', Nuthing That These Niggas Say
Fuck The Rap, I Can Get Ya' Monkey Ass Good Today
Ain't Nobody Picked Me Up, When I Was Pinned Down
I'm Double Checkin, 'For I Leave Outta My Crib Now
Holdin That 40 On Me, Sunk In The Seat
Cuz Niggas Feel Comfortable When They Get In Drunk With The Heat
I'm Ridin' While Ya Dirty, Cuz They Gunnin For My Top
I Ain't Duckin And Dodgin, I'm Only Runnin From The Cops
Spendin Grand By The Grand By Hundred On My Watch
Just Got Another Buddy, And It Holds A 100 Shots
I Never Had A Role Model, Cuz He Was In A Box
So I'm Up In The Club With Eather, A Heater Or A House
Everyday There's Another Nigga Bleedin On The Block
But We Ridin' With Them Burners On, Even When It's Hot

[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang

[Young Buck:]
You See These Niggas Get Out The Pen, And Think It's Good
Go Get A Pack, And Come Right Back, To The Same Hood
They Think These Young Niggas Gonna Post Up, And Let 'Em Get It
Ain't Been Home But 6 Months, And Got His Wig Splitted
Comitted To The Block, Fuck These Niggas, Fuck The Cops
Fuck These Bitches, Fuck Ya' Chain, Fuck Ya' Car, Fuck Ya' Watch
Ride And I Die For Mine, Pop's, And I Hide The Nine
Swerving Over These White Lines, Wonderin From The One Time
Thug And I Know I Am, Bird From A Half A Gram
Broke, So I Sold Dope, And I'd Do It Again
Don't Blame That Nigga For Runnin Up In My House, Fool
Ain't No Food In My Daughter Mouth, I'm Goin Out Too
Just Think About What Your Doin, Cuz Buddy, Bullets Burn
May God Bless His Ass, That Was That Nigga's Turn
I'm Not Concerned With Your Death Threats
You Come Down Here With That Shit, And Get Left Wet
Muthafucka

[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville
(feat. 50 Cent & Tony Yayo)

[50 Cent:]
Yeah, I'm A Special Kinda Nigga With Mine's
I Grind, I Get's My Paper, You Know What I Mean?
Hahaha

I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm '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

They Heaven's For The Church Go'ers, And Hell's For The Heathens
so Im'a Just Ball The Fuck Out, While I'm Breathin
8th After 8th, What You Know About That Fast Flip?
Crack Spots, Smokey Fiends, Suckin On That Glass Dick
Man Sham Stay Askin' For A Dime For Nine
I Tell You What, I Hook You Up, This One Last Time
custody's Comin', Son Is Pumpin, Watch The Packs Disolve
Save Reciedo Some Food Stamps, We Stackin' It Off
Past That Joint, Whats His Name Son? I Dont Remember
The Haitian Nigga With The Guitar That Sang "Gone In November"
I Do A Buck 40 In The Rain, Hydro Plainin'
Lamborghini Diablo, Candy-Painted
Got That Hydro Burnin', Got The Burner In The Stash
Hit The Hazards, Hit The A.C., Then It Come Out The Dash
If I Go In The Club Son, And Niggas Start Dumbin'
Start Shootin N' I Ain't Straped, Fuck It, I'm Runnin'

I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm '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, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm '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 For Too Long, I Deserve To Get A Bird
The Fiend's Know My Name Now, From Standin' On This Curb
I Got Blood On My Shirt, And A Hand Full Of Crack
A Bunch Of Lil' Niggas With Dime Sack's In They Backpacks
Come And Get It, We Got It, Take A Trip To The Projects
You See The Police, But We Gon' Sell Our Dope Regardless
Niggas Know Me, From Fillin Up Ya' Heroine Needles
I'm Connected With Them People Who Don't Speak No English
We Ain't Scared Of The Road, We Just Get It And Go
When You See Them Tennessee Tags Nigga, You Already Know
I Don't Trust No Hoes, Thats How 'T Got Pop'd
He Told The Bitch Where His Stash Was, She Told It To The Cops
Me And Preist Had The Streets On Lock
He'd Break Down The Blocks, I'd Open Up Shop, 'Round The Clock
And I Ain't Gon' Stop, So Soon As You Come Home From The Pen
We At It Again, We Gettin' It For 10, My Nigga

[50 Cent:]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm '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, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm '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

[Tony Yayo:]
Now I'm Headed Down South And That's My Word
I'm On A Greyhound, 'Bout To Move These Birds
And If These Niggas Don't Let Me Sling\
I'm Out There Robbin' Everything
Got A Brand New Mack And A P-89
Yeah He's A Hustler, Man I Stay On The Grind
9 Grams Of Heroine, 100 Grams Of Coke
12 O's Of Mushrooms, 2 Pounds Of Smoke
3 Gal's Of Dust Juice, And A Tank Of L.S.D.
And A 1000 Pills Of Every Kind Of Exstacy
Hash, Ha-sheesh, I Bought A '62
When I Was Younger With My Crew
I Had Them Niggas Sniffin Glue
It's 40 Cinnagrams, To Them Trucka's And Bammer's
And I Can Chef Up A Miricle With Arm & Hammer
I'm A Hustler, Man I Supply The Fiends
I'm A Hustler, Nigga I'll Sell You A Dream

[50 Cent:]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm '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, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm '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

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville

[Young Buck:]
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Oh You Aint Never Been To The Dirty, Dirty Before?
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
C'mon Ride With Young Buck

Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me

My 24's Spinnin', The Sticker's Still On 'Em
The Same Ol' Hoes, But A Nigga Still Want 'Em
I'm Parkin Lot Pimpin' On Another Nigga Woman
She Pullin Up Her Skirt, Tryin Show A Nigga Sumthin
Ya' Car Cloudy, My Niggas All Rowdy
This Heinesy Got A Nigga Drowsy, I'm Outty
Now Where Them Hoes At, Look I'm Tryin To Take You Home
So What'cha Got Ya Girlfriends, Bitch Bring 'Em On
Hoe I'm Tryin To Break A Bone, When I Get In Them Draw's
To The Window, To The Muthafuckin Walls
What A Nigga Don't Know Wont Hurt Him'
If Ya' Got A Old Man, Bitch I Ain't Worried
And I Got Plenty Room If Ya Think You Wanna Roll
See This Is What They Make Caddillac Trucks For
Let's Go To A Place You Ain't Never Been, Down In The Country
I Bet Ya, I Have Ya Sayin' Ya Love Me

Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me

She Ain't Got A Brain, The Liquor Got Right
It's Aight, Cuz, You Can Be My Wife, But Only For Tonight
Get Ya Ass On This Bike, I Can Show You Im'a Ryder
The 600 Coupe, With The Old School Wires
Geovanni Rims, With Perely's On The Tires
They Said 22's Wouldn't Fit, But They Liers
We Can Take A Trip To The Hood And Back
Then Go And Get A Room, How Hood Is That?
What'cha Waitin' On Shorty? This The Chance Of Your Life
What I Mean What I See In Them Jeans, I Like
You Don't Know What Your Missin', Just Quit Talkin And Listen
See I'm Just Holdin Up Traffic, I'm Just Right Here Sittin'
Think About It 'For I Bounce, And You Holla, I'm Wrong
And Ya' See Your Best Friend, In This Impala, Ridin' On Chrome
If Your Ballin In Your Money Long, You Can Relate
But All Them Broke Ass Niggas Gon' Hate

Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me

You Can Bounce If You Want To, Freak If You Want To
G-Unit In This Bitch, Shortayyy
What You Gon' Do?
Buck If You 'Bout That, I Can Make 'Em Bounce Back
G-Unit In This Bitch, Shortayyy
Where The South At?

Bounce If You Want To, Freak If You Want To
G-Unit In This Bitch, Shortayyy
What You Gon' Do?
Buck If You 'Bout That, I Can Make 'Em Bounce Back
G-Unit In This Bitch, Shortayyy
Where The South At?

Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
We Can Get Low, Hop Into The Chevy 4 Door
Blow Dro, Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me
Let Ya Hair Down, You Said You Wanna Thug
Don't Be Scared Now
Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville

Bang Bang
I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down

[Young Buck:]
Don't Nobody Wanna Die, But Everybody Wanna Ball
Somebody Gotta Go, When Them Killa's Call
You Know It's In Us All, You Just Gotta Find It And Use It
You Can Get Away With It, If You Don't Abuse It
The Streets Talk, The Beats Mark, Cuz That Heat Comin'
And If They Know That You Did It, You Better Keep Runnin'
I Think I See Sumthin, There Go My Enemy
Only Lord Knows Where This Nigga F'nd To Be
Tennakee, Still The Price Is As Real If You Look It
Might Give It To You For 5, Depend On If I Took It
Nigga Anything Goes, My Shop Never Close
From The Nickels And The Dimes To The Whole Kilo
The Real Niggas Feel Me, The Haters Wanna Kill Me
But I'm Holdin' Down My City, Me And This 9 Milli
While Your Throwin' Bricks, And Hidin' Ya Heads
Homie, I Know Where You Hang
Ain't No Thang To Walk Up And Let That Chopper Go...

[Backround]
Bang Bang
I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down

[Young Buck:]
Now All The Gangsta's Pray
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me

Just Think If I Ain't Empty The Clip, And He Killed Me
Would I Still Be Livin'?, Would My Homeboy's Miss Me?
How Many Niggas Bust They Gun When They Have To?
Don't Need No Ski Mask When It's Time To Get At You
I'm Glad You Done Seen What It Look Like When We Left
Brain Fragments From Shot-Gun Blasts'll Take A Nigga Breathe
It's Death Before Dishonesty, Dope Deals And Robbery
Poppa Wasn't Around, But That Shit Didn't Bother Me
I'd Probably Be In The Penitentary
But I Played The Cards, The Dead Lord Sent To Me
The Whole Truth, I Use This Booth To Speak To My Thug Niggas
Why You Mad At Me? The Government's The Drug Dealers
Before I Let This Police Kid Harass Me
This Rookie Ass Cop Gon' Have To Blast Me
He Asked Me For Identification, I Looked At Him And Laughed
He Made A Move And I Heard A Blast
Thats What You Get, Bitch

[Backround]
Bang Bang
I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down

[Young Buck:]
Now All The Gangsta's Pray
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me

It's Goin Down Around Here Nigga
Get Ya Muthafuckin Head Bust
Them Muthafuckin Street Lights Go Out
And Them Real Niggas Come Out
All The Bitch Niggas Go In The House
Just Not A Game, Man
Don't Fuck Around And Lose Your Brain
And Hey, All My Real Niggas Pray

Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me

Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville

[Young Buck:]
G-Unit!!!
Yeah...
You Better Kill Me
50, Lemme Get These Niggas
(Get 'Em Buck!!!)

I Brush My Teeth, Load My Clip, And Go Bust My Heat
I'm In Too Deep, I Can't Say Fuck The Streets
I Need Some Sleep, The Fiends Still Comin'
Bush 'Bout To Blow This Bitch Up
Better Get Money, Dead Bodies Get Picked Up On Daily Routines Now
I'm David In Teen's Now
Niggas We're Digital, But They Work Triple Beams Now
I'm Livin' For Me Now, Cuz I Done Went To War With The Other Side
Lucky Me, Cuz The Enemies Mother And Brother Died
Hot Shot Gun Shell's And Teflon Chest Plate's
It's Tatt'ed On My Arm Nigga, Thugin' Till My Death Day
Ya'll Niggas Just Wait, Right After My Court Date
It's Gonna Get Grimey, Like New York Say
Bitch Niggas Horse Play, Real Niggas Gon' Spray
Bang The Fo', Change Clothes, And Come Back The Same Day
Better Holla Mayday, Cuz We Comin'
And We Gunnin At Any Muthafucka Want Sumthin

They Say Thou Shall Not Steal, Thou Shall Not Kill
But Rub Me The Wrong Way, Nigga And I Will
Thou Shall Not Cheat, Thou Shall Not Squeel
Cuz Niggas'll Put A Hole In Ya Ass, And That's Real
They Say Thou Shall Not Steal, Thou Shall Not Kill
But Rub Me The Wrong Way, Nigga And I Will
Thou Shall Not Cheat, Thou Shall Not Squeel
Cuz Niggas'll Put A Hole In Ya Ass, And That's Real

I'm Already Dead, Can't Kill Me Nigga
And Even If I Do Die, I'm Still Gon' Kill Ya
Im Unfamiliar With Alot Of These Soldiers
I Go Out In The Road, And Niggas Think That It's Over
Runnin, The Fiends All Puttin Too Much Soda On The D'
You Would Think Niggas Know, Cuz They Older Than Me
Been Here Longer Than Me, And Still Peace'n A Ounce Out
How Can Ya' Be A Birdman, If You Don't Know How To Count
It's Back To The Black Gloves, And Home Invasions
Puttin Holes In A Nigga, The Size Of A Gold Dayton
No I'm Not Waitin On Nothin, No More
Eather You Pay Me What You Owe Me, Or I'm Cuttin Ya Throat
Nigga Ya Baby Momma Know Me, Go And Ask The Hoe
How I Done Tied Her Ass Up Over A Bag Of Dope
I'll Be Glad To Go To The Pen Over Revenge
I'm Comin' Out The Same Way, A Nigga Went In

They Say Thou Shall Not Steal, Thou Shall Not Kill
But Rub Me The Wrong Way, Nigga And I Will
Thou Shall Not Cheat, Thou Shall Not Squeel
Cuz Niggas'll Put A Hole In Ya Ass, And That's Real
They Say Thou Shall Not Steal, Thou Shall Not Kill
But Rub Me The Wrong Way, Nigga And I Will
Thou Shall Not Cheat, Thou Shall Not Squeel
Cuz Niggas'll Put A Hole In Ya Ass, And That's Real

Boom!, G-Unit!!!, We On Some Military Shit Nigga
You Better Kill Us All, Cuz We Commin'
Muthafucka's!

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville

[Young Buck:]
Walk Through A Nigga Block, 2 Glocks, 2 Tecks, 2 2-3's
Give A Nigga What He Really Want, When Bitch Niggas Don't Want Beef
Bitch Niggas Don't Know Me, Wait Till A Nigga Get In Range
Hate When A Nigga Wanna Run His Mouth, And Live His Life In Pain
We Ain't Even Used To This, Talk And Where The Gun Shots At?
Loose Lips Sank Ships, Ya'll Niggas Didn't Even Pop Back
Oh Lord, I Swore, If Any Muthafucka Holla My Name
Im Raw, Spelled Backwards, That's What I'm Gon' Bring
Banks, What A Nigga Think?, We Ain't Got Guns
No Troops, Everything Bulletproof, Sniper's Layin' Down On The Roof
Stash Box In The Coupe Nigga, I'm Tellin' You The Truth Nigga
Raise Them Lil Bitty Boys, All They Do Is Come Shoot Niggas

Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next

Put A Couple Holes In A Hoe
Let A Nigga Know He 'Bout To Go
Put The Pump Right To His Throat
Bet He Won't Talk No More

Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next

I'm Commin', Through The Front Door, Mask On, Let's Ride
Everybody On The Muthafuckin Floor, Soon As A Nigga Get Inside
My Hood, My Click, Your Wife, My Bitch
Show A Nigga That You Really Love Him, Set Him Up To Hit A Good Lick
Cops Comin', I'm Not Runnin, If I Do Die, Don't Cry
I Haven't Planned On Stayin' Long Anyway, I Ain't Gon' Lie
Wonder Why I Still Got Bricks, Wonder Why I Still Got Clips
Cuz Ain't A Damn Thing Changed, Ever Since Young Buck Got Rich
Are Ya Ready For The Outcome, Why You Walkin 'Round Without A Gun
Shit Real, Till A Nigga Get Killed, Then You Wanna Run And Get One
Fuck That! I'm Callin' Out Names, Ja Rule, Ya'll Lose
I Don't Even Care How It Started, Fuck Me?, Fuck You!
Wait Till Yayo Get Home, We Gon' Really Get These Niggas Gone
But For Now Nigga, Hold On, Im'a Show You How To Break A Bone
Cashville, Tennekee Nigga!, We Thug You Knew It
New York, We Here, For Life, G-Unit!

Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next

[50 Cent:]
Yeahhhh, Young Buck Nigga, Cashville, Tennessee Nigga
From Your Hood To My Hood Muthafucka, New York City Nigga, Haha
Real Shit Nigga, It's All Good Nigga, Haha, It's All Hood Nigga

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville
(feat. The Game & Ludacris)

[Young Buck:]
Uh Ohhhhh, Young Buck,
Dirty South, Yeahhh

[Chorus:]
I Hear Him Talkin', But He 'Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im'a Make 'Em Stomp
We Ain't Playin' Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off

[Young Buck:]
I'm Caddillac'n Through The Hood, Sittin' On 24's
T.V's Playin, Rim's Spinin, Blowin' Plenty Dro
Don't Have To Mention, When You Pimpin, You Get Plenty Hoes
It's All On You, If You Gon' Trick, Or You Gon' Get Yo' Dough
I Know I Got These Haters Mad, I Can Love That
When You Got Love For The Streets, They Give Ya' Love Back
Look In My Eyes, You Can Tell I Ain't Never Scared
Poppin' Them Thangs, I'm Rockin My Chain Anywhere
If You Gon' Represent Your Hood, What You Waitin On?
Security Better Back Up, When They Play This Song
And We 'Bout 50 Strong, Please Don't Make Us Do You Wrong
My Click Of Gorilla's, They Got They G-Unit's On
All Of That Mean Muggin' Really Don't Mean Nuthing
C'mon Take It Outside, Lemme See Sumthin
Wha-Wha-Wha-What Now?
Don't Get Bu-Bu-Bu-Buck'd Down
Stop All This Hatin' Or This Club Gon' Get Shu-Shut Down
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off

[Chorus]

[The Game:]
G-G-G-unit! Coming Straight Outta Compton,
Lace Up My G-6's, And I'm A-Town Stomping
Got Ten Thousand Cash In My Pocket, Let The Pump In,
Cuz Luda And Young Buck Always Getting Me Into Somethin'
Low Rider Out Front, I'm Trying To Get Into Somethin'
Step On Banks Shoe One More Time And Im'a Start Busting
Rolls Gold In My Grill, I Gotta Dirty Mouth
And A Bitch With A Fat Ass From The Dirty, Dirty South
I Wasn't Trying To Get The Cover Of The Double XL
Just Trying To Fuck Mia, Cuz Dre. Said Sex Sells
Don't Be Mad At The Rocks In My Fucking Chain
Don't Be Mad Cuz Your Bitch Chose Buck And Game
You See The Logo Tatted On My Necklace
Same One I'm Autographing On The Chest
Put Your Bottles In The Air For Yayo, He On House Arrest
And On Behalf Of 50 Cent This Is G-Unit West.
Now, Stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!
Now, Stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!

[Chorus]

[Ludacris:]
Muthafucka, I'm A Monster In This Game, Similar To The Lachness
My Rhymes Is Nappy Rooted, Sum Verces Gotta Process
The Truth In This Booth, Ain't No Doubt When I'm Rappin'
If I Say It, I've Either Done It, Or It's 'Bout To Happen
When I Pull Up In The Louis Truck On 26's, People Dumb Out
If Life's A Crap Game, I'm Rollin' 7's On The Come Out
These Rapper's Think I'm Ig-nent, Love Sayin' My Name
Cuz Maintainin My Fish Tank, And They House, Cost The Same
Ask Me, I'd Say I Made It, And It Sure Wasn't Luck
Cuz Hustler's Relate To Me, And Some Are Younger Than Buck
You See I'm Married To My Music, But We Got A Prenupt
So If That Bitch Don't Act Right, I'm Still Gettin My Cut
My Deals Never Get Screwed, My Contracts Practice Abstinence
I'm Masterin This Program, Hazin' These Undergraduates
So, Pimpin' Be Easy, Quit Catchin' Feelings
Cuz You Worth A Couple Hundred Grand, And I'm Worth Millions
Nobodys Thinkin' About You, Plus Your Beats Ain't Legit
So Please Stay Off The T.I.P. Of My Dick

[Young Buck:]
I Hear Him Talkin', But He 'Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im'a Make 'Em Stomp
We Ain't Playin' Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville
(feat. D-Tay)

[Phone Rings] Hello? Whats Up, Who Is This?
Yo Nigga, This Murda Rich
Whats Up Nigga?
Whats Up With You My Nigga?, Check This Out
Some Shit Done Popped Of Right?
Yeah
I Need You And 'Tay To Go Handle It
Aight
I Got Like A Hundred Sittin On This Nigga's Fat
Bring It Back To Me On A Plate, That's Whats Up
Aight

[Young Buck:]
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin

[Young Buck:]
We Takin' Hits
'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin

We Takin' Hits

[Young Buck:]
It's Gon' Cost, But We Gon' Get Him Gone, Take His Life Away
2 A.K's, We Gon' Send Him Home
This Is How We Livin' From The Projects To The Prisons
So Don't Be To Comfortible, Bitch 'Cuz You Can Be A Victim
Get 'Em Buck, Hit 'Em Up, Ambulance Pick 'Em Up
Should've Duck'd, Got Killed, Nigga Wasn't Quik Enough
Shit Is Real, I Ain't Here For No Bullshit, I'm Here With A Full Clip
Now Lemme Show You Niggas What You'll Get (Get 'Em Tay)

[D-Tay:]
They Never Seen A Mad Man, Come And Dump Up On These Fools
Get The 4-5 Cocked Back, Gunnin' At You Dudes
Black Down, Thuged Out, And Masked To Match
I'm Not Doin' It Cuz Theme Pussy Niggas, Bastards Cap
Who Want That? You Want That, I Don't Think You Do
Like I Gun The Bloody Down, Shit, I Gun You Too
I'm Like 50, I Don't Care If Its Platinum Or White Gold
Soon As I Cock It Back, Gimme That Ice Hoe (Yeeh)

[Young Buck:]
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin

[Young Buck:]
We Takin' Hits
'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin

We Takin' Hits

[Phone Rings Again]
Hello?
Yo Buck, Murder Rich Nigga
What's Up Nigga?
Man, I'm Tryin To See Whats Up With That Business, Nigga
Hey Man, We F'nd To Bust This Niggas Head, Im'a Hit You Back, Aight?

[Young Buck:]
Hey There He Go, He Don't Know That We Behind Him
So Go Pull Up Beside Him, And Lemme Put This 9 In Him
You Ever Seen The 30-30 With The Scope On It?
A Bunch Of Niggas Smokin Weed, That Got Dope On It
And We Don't Leave No Evidence, Or No Finger Prints
Follow Certain Elements, Cuz Niggas Goto Jail For This
They Say I'm Heaven Sent, I Think I'm Hell Bound
Cuz I'm Addicted To The Way A 12 Gauge Sound

[D-Tay:]
I Keep The Dough In, Swing The Chopper And The Pit-Bull Shit
If He Run, He Ain't Gettin One, Get A Clip Full Of It
Thats For Movin, Must Have Been Some Confusion, When I Came In
Told You Lay The Fuck Down, Or Else These Bullets Cave In
Must Thought I Was Playin, Im'a Let You Know When I Shoot That 4
How It Go When A Gangster Roll, Murder Man, Blood Bath, What'd You Take It For
I Ain't Playin' Games, Ain't Nuthing Gon' Ever Change
Murder Put Money On Your Head, Gimme His Brain, Muthafucka!

[Young Buck:]
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin

[Young Buck:]
We Takin' Hits
'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him
I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin

We Takin' Hits

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : Straight Outta Ca$hville
(feat. Stat Quo)

[Young Buck:]
G-Unit!!!
[Stat Quo:]
GMM Nigga
[Young Buck:]
Shady/Aftermath In This Bitch...Ooh, Young Buck, Stat Quo
[Stat Quo:]
Ya Understand Me Nigga?
[Young Buck:]
Aye Nigga, They Say We The New Kings Of The South
[Stat Quo:]
They Say That
[Young Buck:]
ATL To Cashville...DAMN!

[Young Buck:]
I've Been Patiently Waitin' To Blow
But Still On The Block With The K And The Coke
See The Mexican's Love Me, They Tell Me Keep On Doin It Homes
They Never Seen A Nigga Go Get It And Bring It Back Home
I Don't Want Out Of Them Zones, I Want The Whole Thing, G-Unit!!!
We Done Started Our Own Game, We Ain't Playin' No Games
Duck Tape 'Em And Take 'Em To The Hood
Don't Get No Blood On My Leather And Wood
Make It Look Good For The Block
I Be Puttin In My Work, Handlin' My Business
I Been On My Knees, Askin' My Homeboys Who Did This?
So Fuck That!, That's Why I Bust Back
Spit My Bars, Get Off Tour, Then Go And Cook Crack
Look At Me Now Bitch, You Don't Know How Rich
Lloyd Banks, Yayo, 50 Cent, Game Nigga, Or I'll Get
Solute A Soldier When You See Me
And I Ain't One Of Those Niggas Out Here Stuntin' For T.V.
I Gotta Keep It Gangsta

Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)

[Stat Quo:]
Yeah, The Bigger The Cap, The Bigger The Peelin'
Wont Stop Till He Busts His Kneel In, My Cats Conceilin'
Bad Bitches I'm Drillin, He's Sittin On Millions
Fuck What You Feelin, Violate My Space, Bare Witness The Killin'
Stat'll Dog, For A Dollar Cuz He Known To Finish
My Account Resembles Spandex, How They Stretch
Faggots Play Like A Razor Step, When The Ak's And Teck's Show Up
They So Quick To Hoe Up, But Hold Up
When The Clamp Has Appeared They Show Up
Sayin That Snitch Song Shit, You Lil' Puss Ass Bitch
Beg Tanya Lita How She Get Ya Ass Whiped
Why Hustle At All, When You Hustle Backwards
Mo' Money I Get, Mo' Niggas Be Hatin'
I Light Fire To Ya Ass, They Be Callin' Ya Satan
GMM My Organization, My Obligation Is To Spit That Shit
'Cuz The Streets Is Waitin' , Yah

[Young Buck:]
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)

[Young Buck:]
I'm Showin' No Love To These Cowards, I Don't Give A Fuck
Shady/Aftermath/G-Unit We'll Hit You Up
Country As I Wanna Be, But Gangsta As They Come
Loose Lips Sank Ships, Snitches Die Where I'm From
Get Ya Gun Off Safety, If Ya Plan On Livin'
Don't Make Me Cock It And Pop It, I'll Knock Your Head Off With It
Yeah I've Said I've Did It, 'Cuz I Did, And I'm Doin It
Done Came Too Far To Let You Bitch Niggas Ruin It

[Stat Quo:]
Yeah, Every Word I Utter, Is Simply Octaine
I Keeps It Gunnin' And Ya Boy's The Boss May'ne
The Main Thing, Keep The Main Thing, The Main Thing
Stack Cheese, Grip Grain, Spit Hotter Than Hot Wing
Niggas Claimin' They Hard, We Know You Square
Try To Creep Gun's Like Ties, I Keep A Spare
Save Them Games For The Arcade, Ain't No Scare
And We Prepared For Problems, 'Cuz We Right Here (Yeah)

[Young Buck:]
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real Niggas, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), C'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)

[Young Buck & Stat Quo:]
How Ya'll See's That?
ATL Shorty
Understand Me, Nigga....Cashville Bitch
G-Unit!!!, Nigga
GMM's My Muthafuckin Squad, Nigga
Shady, Aftermath Nigga!
They Be Cuttin' Them Mo' Fuckin Checks Now,
I Ride Big Nigga, I Got My Thang Danglin Nigga
And I Gotta Big Thang Out My Balls, Ya Understand Me
Dre And Em'll Feel Ya Man, They Gotta Love Niggas

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : T.I.P.
(feat. Rizin Sun)

[Young Buck]
Dis for all dem niggaz out dere jackin
This how we gon' put it down
Dem gangsta niggaz from J.C. center court 12th
3rd Avenue, my block
Nigga, murder murder mayne

I come nake faceded, ain't no need for a ski-mask
From neck down, I'm black down, eye to eye when I blast

[Rizin Sun]
No question, I got the code
Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload
Hit 'em below

[Young Buck]
His fuckin knees
Before we leave, we gon' locate them ki's
A nigga gotta eat, ya heard me?

[Rizin Sun]
You know the player when we get there, kill e'rything in there
Leavin no clues, like we never even been there

[Young Buck]
Life ain't fair, but fuck it it's a new year
I'm grabbin my strap, cockin it back, and boo-yaa
We almost thay-urr

[Rizin Sun]
Lock down the spot
Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot

[Young Buck]
One of them all day killers, who's hard to spot
Jackin all y'all whether it's dark or not

[Chorus: both 2X]
It's blood in - blood out - and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin high - nigga I'm ridin high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin it big
Cause I'm clearin the block - oh I'm clearin the block

[Rizin Sun]
We did our job, now we on the next mission
The next victim, go on see if the tec spittin

[Young Buck]
No bullshittin, see they don't know just how we livin
I'm goin all out, I ain't scared to go to prison

[Rizin Sun]
Make your own decision, it's gon' be a long ride
I need the money, I can't wait a long time

[Young Buck]
Keep a strong mind, cause we done waited in a long line
Just to get our shine on, now it's our time

[Rizin Sun]
Believe that, it's our turn
Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned

[Young Buck]
We all must learn, that money is the key to life
And niggaz gon' die if we ain't eatin right

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Young Buck]
Who you know livin right, ain't nobody spreadin love
Niggaz snown off that white, goin out and sheddin blood

[Rizin Sun]
Life lookin like my momma said it would
Whether or not I still ride for the hood, I'm on my block

[Young Buck]
My niggaz they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops
From J.C. the center court life's hard knocks

[Rizin Sun]
Hold on, grab your glock, did you see the car stop?
(Which one?) The black Benz with the top dropped

[Young Buck]
Fuck 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot
Represent how I'm livin, keep on drivin down the block

[Rizin Sun]
Oh it's on now, let's take the back route
Get your mac out, it's blood in blood out

[Chorus]

[RS] Clear the block, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
[YB] Nuttin but gangsta niggaz - be clearin the block
[RS] Ay man, Rizin Sun and Buck

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : T.I.P.
(feat. Bun B, Smoov Jizzell)

[glass shatters, man yells]
You've just been cracked, another Smoov Jizzell production
Buck and Bun B y'all niggaz can't see this nigga
Ca$hville to Texas

[Bun B]
We snatchin niggaz out they Movada and bitches outta they Prada
Get a shot of this Don Dada, keep it hot as Nevada
Spot a hater with a lot of plex, make you come to terms with yo'self
No matter how you flex, even with a lot of checks
It's small change, don't bitch when we step up in y'all range
These broke niggaz gon' find a way, we tend to ball strange
I'm the king of the block, steady bringin the rock
So potent I promise these fiends feel the sting in they socks
But see the sun gon' come out tomorrow so when you try to ease away
with these cheese today, that you 'bout to borrow
with or without the sorrow, me and Buck is down to blast
Still smash real fast kill niggaz from Texas to Ca$hville
It's suicide, bustin as me is like
bustin at you in that, situation who would ride?
You if you stupid thug, so if you get shot dead
I hope that it's a Cupid slug, that show my crew some love

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now when the thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs
Show that nigga some love, show that nigga some love
And for the ones in the back, who be smokin the bud
Show them boys some love, show them boys some love

[Young Buck]
Don't be scared to get your mind blown, nigga where you from
If you ain't got nuttin to take home, you need to get you one
Ain't nobody got no job party 'til you see the sun
When the music stop, lights on, then you know it's done
We gon' finish blowin one, 'fore we hit the exit
Like whenever I'm with Bun, puttin it down in Texas
When there's thugs in the club, ain't nobody restless
Niggaz smashin they dubs, showin off they necklace
Test this, if you want to, it's somethin you wouldn't wan' do
Nigga's bitches chosin niggaz now we got attitude
Doin what I have to do whenever it jump off
See my niggaz they will catch you and show you who's boss
Throw a blow, and get tossed, shit it ain't my fault
Niggaz tried to teach lessons ended up gettin taught
Ca$hville to New York, ain't nuttin but real thugs
So, when you see Buck and Bun B, show us love

[Chorus]

[Smoov Jizzell]
I'm thankin Bun already told ya we ain't nuttin but some killers
We come with banana clips, we ain't monkeys we gorillas
We chasin the scrilla, I hope you get the picture
Bun B done do for the dirty and I'm the mayor of the muddy
Shit gon' get bloody and ugly if one of you bitches touch me
And pop loud, we ain't in Moscow, bitch why you rushin (Russian?)
You a hoe-ass nigga and that's the end of the discussion
All that cussin and loud bluffing gon' make me get to bustin
On my waistline tuckin somethin to quiet all your yuppin
I'm a big dog y'all puffin one more peep and I'm muffin
When y'all niggaz gon' realize we some young'ns that's thuggin
Waitin for bustin just some animals not givin a fuck'n
We them niggaz that's clubbin, fightin security jumpin line in V.I.P.
while y'all bitch niggaz standin there doin nuttin
All my real niggaz throw up your sets and let 'em know
When you're thuggin in the club that's how it go - Ca$hville!

[Chorus]

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : T.I.P.
(feat. D-Tay, Rizin Sun)

Ay they can't handle this one
This for the block nigga, what?

[D-Tay]
I make one move, hit your block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole block cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart catch not
When the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it back
All my niggaz you hunt around so what you packin a gat?
Just leave that where it's at, or leave here on your back
Make one move like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm givin you, but you never did listen
So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin rollin with my cousin Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the candy painted 'llac
We max, and gettin all these hoes for they cheese
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they ki's

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left niggaz layin dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out 'til the end
Still we gon' keep ridin 'til we caught in the wind

[Rizin Sun]
Nigga I'm gon' make it if I gotta rob and steal
Cock back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real
When the coast is cleared that's when I plan my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my first shot is debate
Don't be late, Buck we got hits to make
50 is you with me, if they really want me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't leave home
Without the gun, blaze one
They got me nationwide all over the world they tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I think ahead on that
Fuck the pen, I'm tryin to see my money stacks
If you lookin for me I'm where the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal gettin smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on some major shit
Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe that

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
I need to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last words in when the soldier's rag over my nose
Look the anger done build up, I'm damn near about to blow
Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm right at zero
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're lucky
When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that rush me
Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get musty
This occassion calls for military issue buddy
My fetti took a slight fall now y'all gon' be bloody
Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the city
Ain't fakin none to DT's, you got it then come and get me
But the form I come in, I swear it's hard to hit me
Not a face bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my dickies

[Chorus]

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : T.I.P.

[Young Buck]
State to state, slippin slate nigga
This for the block nigga
E'ry nigga out there who God damnit maintainin
off slangin 'caine and all dem, thangs
And y'knowwhatI'mtalkinbout I feel that (I feel that)
See I done been in that situation where niggaz flip birds
Y'all know the gangsta, lil' young nigga
Who thugged out all night on the curb, came up from a GRAM

And bitch I got 'em warrin for 10-5, the new nigga in town
I'm the king of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to splurge for all you niggaz want an ounce
Ain't no problem with the product, long as you got the amount
And every bit of my fetti, cause every bit of it count
I'ma roll in the low, rain snow hot or cold
Finish my narcotics and put my bitches on the road
First nigga try and jack, watch murder go kill them hoes
All white, no crack, how I get it, how it go
17 years old, I'm rappin 10 at a time
To me, front shit ain't punk shit, long as I get mine
And we can get down to shine, no more sellin them dimes
Put 20's on our rides, fuck hoes with thick thighs
Then maybe you can see, how it is to be rich
You ain't heard about a nigga? I be servin them bricks

[Chorus]
Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
If crime didn't pay, I'd be still on the strip [repeat 2 lines 3X]
Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
Look - if crime didn't pay, I'd be still on the strip

[Young Buck]
I've survived off this cocaine game, and it's a strain to my brain
to front a nigga a thang, 'bout mine he won't complain
Conversation rule the nation, y'all niggaz know the sayin
Prayin I don't catch ya wit'cha watch I'll take ya out the picture
Money run the country, similar to Adolf Hitler
Always been to drugs but see it's different kind of dealers
You pay what you weigh, or should I say, get my scrilla
Not tomorrow but today, okay, it's on the real'a
I ain't tryin to be a killer just a nigga 'bout his cheddar
And I ain't got it, you can't cancel the bill collector
Coulda been did your rump, put your family in the middle
But I chose to be a man and keep it on that level
Your potnahs done told you about this young runnin rebel
And the load he carries behind if I can't get mine
So robbin niggaz blind is the way I'ma play the game
Gotta respect my mind and if you don't you still payin

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
I'm a 100% for the Presidents
I never been hesitant, to leave 'em layin with no evidence
Gotta make the best of this, stack my cheese
Then come back and get the rest of it, transportin ki's
In the Benz with the leather kit, ride with me
When you hear that Desert Eagle click it's world war 3
This ain't how it 'posed to be, but ain't no fuckin role model
Besides people down in hell still want ice water
Now how you livin nigga? When hard times come
can you stand prison nigga, or you gon' run yo' tongue?
What's that on yo' arm? You feel like it make a man?
Well let me get that and yo' charm, but turn around and count to 10
Can't turn soldier in one day, the thug gotta just be within
your blood or yo' family, the streets gon' tell how good you been
But see I'm a young nigga {edited} in his face
Since 12 I had a triple beam servin them cakes

[Chorus]

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : T.I.P.

[Young Buck]
D-Tay Man deez niggas talkin bout dey got dis and dat.
Man im just- I feel dem man ... penny 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 ]
Man its all about platinum from the records to the neclace boi,
Dont hand me the keys if it aint show room floor,
Ten diamonds in the rolli betta add ten more,
From the bend up lift my hands up good lord,
Wats the use of a playa wit paper dat dont show it,
Screamin I got money but dont nobody no it,
I work for it, so dat mean i got da right to roll twenties,
And sag my jeans, da average gehtto childs dream,
turnin some cream and rollin vitwizy wil lizzy, why still hes a team,
and seem ive accomplished dat,
bought a charm, went in a vice I took it back,
when I return i want all my diamonds phat,
I cant get off track,
when my dawgs in my pack feel just like that,
look park your cadillacs aint no time for stallin,
while you penny pinchin playa i be out der ballin,

[Young Buck]
[Hook (X2)]
Yall niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,
For deez two young niggaz buy up all da ice,
It started from servin bikes to trucks wit door pipes,
Wen ya see Buck and Tay I bet ya look twice,

[Young Buck]
Yo mind must the still in da gutta,
thinkin we gon suffa,
id ratha ductape yo mutha,
and be on dis summa,
take da factory off and put some chrom on da hummer,
top down and reverse when its lightin and thundrin,
had da whole world wonderin bout my age and shit,
17 wit a 20 year old agent bitch,
flip 12 whole things and im savin 6,
to serve deez desperate niggaz who payin 20 a brick,
my niggaz dey smoke skunk, drink henny till we sick,
wit they afros out dey love to hear dem guns click,
see im blindin deez bitches every time my tounge flick,
and i work wit deez hos jaws gone just dont quit,
relax and let it come to ya, never been weed,
especially wen niggaz got plugs ova seas,
neva was a wanna be, label me a gonna be,
I told yall look wat dis gang don done to me,

[Young Buck]
[Hook (X2)]
Yall niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,
For deez two young niggaz buy up all da ice,
It started from servin bikes to trucks wit door pipes,
Wen ya see Buck and Tay I bet ya look twice,

[D-Tay]
Yo yall can stay in line waitin to shine ... but not me,
Id rather be caught drunk in the V.I.P,
Sly B stop me, Ima look at you funny,
Yall blow brown weed, we be blowin dat gummy,
noz that grind roll wit niggaz dat hold der money,
while yall floss chicken heads dat on the low be junkies,
Yall know me one, betta yet call us gorillaz,
you surrounded by playas, while im surounded by killaz,
Thats know to here, beefin nigga block in a minute,
you just packin twenty rounds we gon put fifty in it,
still aint finished, my niggas trin for dis,
you get thrown out da click if you aim and miss,
we train to hit, just like you would train a pig,
dont be arguin wit deez niggaz get dey thing and spit,
change you fifth, if you smart youd get you things and get,
cause dem niggaz dat was witch dat didnt shoot no sinch,
now whos a bitch, yall heads is new to dis,
Im da ones dat come blastin out da blue and shit,
move dis shit wit amo dat come throw dis shit,
have your mother at your grave wit da blues and shit,
Ya loose wit dis, specially when you think its your turn,
Cause my 5 gon burn yall gon learn,
Or gon earn another spot in da dirt,
Cause i spit dis shit dat hurt, shit can jurk,
shit can work, shit datll tear your shit,
shit datll have your mother sittin front seat in the church,
You know how we work, we flossin we gotta look nice,
You niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,

[Young Buck]
[Hook (X2)]
Yall niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,
For deez two young niggaz buy up all da ice,
It started from servin bikes to trucks wit door pipes,
Wen ya see Buck and Tay I bet ya look twice,

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Artist : YOUNG BUCK
Album : T.I.P.

[Young Buck]
You a thug like me

[Verse 1]
You can catch me green stick it up,
Dick it up,
Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough after pickin up,
Feds on a nigga block ridiculous,
Cuz the game done brought all our shit to us,
I done bit the dust-countinus
Now i ride double ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you playin with much,
one in the chamber on the table when you chillin for lunch,
and head up with your door open feelin your blunt,
where im from 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the blunt,
Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump,
if its on-first draw thats a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin games start endin em up,
cuz your block young buck will start bendin em up,
as soon as your adrenaline pump,
make way dear lord cuz im sendin em up

[Chorus x2]
Its all about money,
gettin major paid,
stack your cheese in all different ways,
tote your strap and keep your khakis creased,
yeah nigga, you a thug like me?

[Verse 2 - D-tay]
They call me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we dont play sir,
anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
wanna play rough?
yall cats wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff
niggas wanna start shit with they gun then run,
Tay dont wanna chase ya,
Bullets wait ta, replace ya,
hit em with the shells of the 45,
make em all duck, with the four-five buck,
put em all up,
got 2 so we got you but we dont give a fuck,
seals comin gunnin out the cut,
spittin at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds like im spittin on a track,
yall niggas know that you cant hold that,
ima spit the gat till the gat click-clat,
then chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this heat gone burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus yall guns,
hit a nigga up and leave his ass left numb,
dont play with me,
you know i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas down fatefully,
you think expectfully, just wait and see,
young buck and D-tay nigga ready to g,
If it pays to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big gotta limp when I walk,
Dont talk the talk cuz T.I.P. we comin,
First go about money

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Its all bout thuggin,
gettin paid and shit,
you either slang the dope or hit major licks,
thats why all my niggas be sevin bricks,
yall gunna see what we workin with,
not me baby doll,
i aint hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 with a leather kit,
oh you dont wanna holla?
well whatever bitch,
dont say shit when the bezzle flip,
see a nigga tote straps for the hell of 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 be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with about 50 cakes,
once a nigga find out its all heart no shake,
thats when I infest the place,
im thugged out,
up in the drug house,
got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce,
we da real ass niggas, all work no slouch,
can i get that there? all that count,
all they amount,
but when it go down and a nigga make all ya say all that out,
what you gunna do nigga what you about,
either ride or die, when im raised in the south,
love the block, when a nigga wake up,
i wash my face and then hug my glock,
brush my teeth and scream south side,
smoke a blunt and put on my socks,
but it still dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga been out here on his own-livin day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm

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