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Showing posts with label Young Buck Lyrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Young Buck Lyrics. Show all posts
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Young Buck - Where The Haters At_ Lyrics
Where The Haters At? Lyrics - Young Buck
[Chorus: Young Buck]
They was glad I was broke, mad cuz I'm rich
So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this bitch (uh-oh!!)
Stuntin in the club, make 'em start a riot
Throw my hood up then go take it outside
[Repeat]
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma love me
She see me in the club, and runs up and hug me
I show her no love, she keep on comin back
Tellin me she got yo club, and where yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these niggas jealous
See I'm hard on a hoe, I get down for mine
You need a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time
If you don't work (you don't work), you don't eat (you don't eat)
We go to jail, go to church, go to sleep
I'm ridin' 'round wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat
Tryna figure out how to get to Peachtree
Come on nigga
[Verse 2: Lil' Murder]
Young nigga, but a certified playa
But youse a bitch nigga, youse a bonafide hater
They was glad I was broke, but now im livin major
Hustlin and servin niggas like a waiter for the paper
We ridin down the strip in sumthin so wet
When ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick
Smokin' dro and drinkin' liquor till a nigga get sick
Every city, every state, it's the same ol' shit
Nigga money make the world go 'round so get ya hustle on
These niggas snitchin' so much, I'm like "fuck a phone"
Mad cuz im on, they love to see me down
I know you gon' let me shine and get mine
Nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: All-Star]
Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so keep it movin'
These shots will wake ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm used to it, I done made a gun fire
Pull the trigger one time, sound like a gun fight
You was glad I was broke, now ya mad cuz ya hoe
Love it when a nigga put it in the back of her throat
Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we aint never scared
I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl there
I know hustlers that do deal white
Jump stupid, find out what these boots feel like
Yea, yall know me, All-Star im so street (yea)
What it is, what it aint, what it gon be
[Verse 4: Hi-C]
I don't bust my gun, like a halftime football game
I aimed straight and I took yall name
And ya whole click look all lame
You can catch me in the house with a pyrex and it cook all caine
Put that metal in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor walls
Im in the club with my muthafuckin' glock in drawers
I had to let my nuts hang, so I dropped my balls
You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga shot the walls
You shoot to scare, I aim and kill
When I dump on you, they gon think yo brain aint real
Im heavyweight in the game, you featherweight
When they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate
Bitch
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Young Buck]
They was glad I was broke, mad cuz I'm rich
So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this bitch (uh-oh!!)
Stuntin in the club, make 'em start a riot
Throw my hood up then go take it outside
[Repeat]
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma love me
She see me in the club, and runs up and hug me
I show her no love, she keep on comin back
Tellin me she got yo club, and where yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these niggas jealous
See I'm hard on a hoe, I get down for mine
You need a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time
If you don't work (you don't work), you don't eat (you don't eat)
We go to jail, go to church, go to sleep
I'm ridin' 'round wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat
Tryna figure out how to get to Peachtree
Come on nigga
[Verse 2: Lil' Murder]
Young nigga, but a certified playa
But youse a bitch nigga, youse a bonafide hater
They was glad I was broke, but now im livin major
Hustlin and servin niggas like a waiter for the paper
We ridin down the strip in sumthin so wet
When ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick
Smokin' dro and drinkin' liquor till a nigga get sick
Every city, every state, it's the same ol' shit
Nigga money make the world go 'round so get ya hustle on
These niggas snitchin' so much, I'm like "fuck a phone"
Mad cuz im on, they love to see me down
I know you gon' let me shine and get mine
Nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: All-Star]
Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so keep it movin'
These shots will wake ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm used to it, I done made a gun fire
Pull the trigger one time, sound like a gun fight
You was glad I was broke, now ya mad cuz ya hoe
Love it when a nigga put it in the back of her throat
Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we aint never scared
I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl there
I know hustlers that do deal white
Jump stupid, find out what these boots feel like
Yea, yall know me, All-Star im so street (yea)
What it is, what it aint, what it gon be
[Verse 4: Hi-C]
I don't bust my gun, like a halftime football game
I aimed straight and I took yall name
And ya whole click look all lame
You can catch me in the house with a pyrex and it cook all caine
Put that metal in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor walls
Im in the club with my muthafuckin' glock in drawers
I had to let my nuts hang, so I dropped my balls
You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga shot the walls
You shoot to scare, I aim and kill
When I dump on you, they gon think yo brain aint real
Im heavyweight in the game, you featherweight
When they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate
Bitch
[Chorus]
Young Buck - What You Lookin At Lyrics
What You Lookin At Lyrics - Young Buck
(feat. C-Bo, Hi 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
Lets go
All my niggas thats strapped in the club
All my bitches thats strapped in the club
Ya'll know what it is
[Chorus: VOICE]
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
[Verse 1: Sosa]
I think I know, its cause a niggas paid and you ain't rich yet
Waitin' on your first i'm on like my sixth big check
Quarter ounce saids nigga you ain't seen a brick yet
Walk around with my dick smellin' like your bitch breath
When I was broke and fucked they wasn't hatin' no
Rollin' in the latest cut
Dro in the masenger
I pull strings like a guitar cuz
And roll blunts that end up better than the cigar was
I ain't negotiating my deal I was like "Pay me stunna"
Put a nigga out and watch me put out Jay-Z numbers
Made a hundred in '05 that was a crazy summer
Holla "Free everyone" out of an AP Hummer
Now my nigga out in L.A. got to say we gettin' money, long as fate keep it comin'
I'm a make another hundred
Grind hard motherfucker I'm about mine I do this
All Star fuckin' with Southside of the Unit
[Chorus: VOICE]
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
[Verse 2: Hi-C]
I get paid off my blocks like Reggie White
I missed my seven flight
Cause I had a ready bite
Oh we them block guys
Automatic Glock mask
I could show you how to whip it up clockwise
I use an AK nigga then pump the shotty
Put the heater in his mouth now thats a hot tamale
Dope boy swag
With a .44 Mag
Tied up in the bag
Got to get that cash..on the low
I can take you to the proper work
In that blue Bentley with Buck is that Papa Smurf?
I'll pop ya first
If you step wrong
Bulletproof Teflon
Maybe thats a deaf song
Have them bullets cave in his chest bone
The 380 look good cause its dressed chrome
For this Ca$hville shit I'll kill your ass
Fuck a check nigga Hi want a mill in cash
[Chorus: VOICE]
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
[Verse 3: C-Bo]
I got 'em mad at me cause i'm iced out
Ridin' hard shinin' just like a light house
Get money money
A hood boss thats why they hate me
Pissed off cause my shimmy come in packs a week
Plus my price is cheap
So you know my push is deep
Get it in and get it gone thats my recipe
(Keep it movin')
All that talk shit is weak man
My goons murder through the motherfuckin' street man
And i'm ridin' for my South niggas
So watch your mouth or them Ks 'gon come out niggas
Hatin' on the kid
Cause them bitches on my dick
Every car that I whip
Keep them rims doin' flips
Got 'em sick
I got money and the power
Any competition, game over I will holla
So get your mind right and get your money up
And stop hatin' before you get your life fucked up
[Chorus: VOICE]
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
[Verse 4: Sosa]
I'm about to see man
Ho ass nigga
Hatin' ass nigga I can see it in your eyes
Is it the way I walk the shit, I talk or what I drive?
I do this shit for real niggas rappin' tellin' lies
About how they do pimpin', jackin', and sellin' pies
I be stayin' away from hos who don't want to see me on my grind
Cupcake I know your fine
But once I fuck I ain't got time
I hit the strip club with six or seven dimes
I break a chicken down flip six or seven times
The candy painted Chevy lookin' like a sip of wine
Perigon Impala nineteen sixty nine
I bought a brand new pistol it bust fifty times
In case a nigga out here try to fuck with my shine
I hit the club tryin' to push a couple of lines
Pop a couple of pills, get some hips and thighs
I put this on my tattoos do not blow my high
Cause if we get into it somebody got to die
(feat. C-Bo, Hi 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
Lets go
All my niggas thats strapped in the club
All my bitches thats strapped in the club
Ya'll know what it is
[Chorus: VOICE]
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
[Verse 1: Sosa]
I think I know, its cause a niggas paid and you ain't rich yet
Waitin' on your first i'm on like my sixth big check
Quarter ounce saids nigga you ain't seen a brick yet
Walk around with my dick smellin' like your bitch breath
When I was broke and fucked they wasn't hatin' no
Rollin' in the latest cut
Dro in the masenger
I pull strings like a guitar cuz
And roll blunts that end up better than the cigar was
I ain't negotiating my deal I was like "Pay me stunna"
Put a nigga out and watch me put out Jay-Z numbers
Made a hundred in '05 that was a crazy summer
Holla "Free everyone" out of an AP Hummer
Now my nigga out in L.A. got to say we gettin' money, long as fate keep it comin'
I'm a make another hundred
Grind hard motherfucker I'm about mine I do this
All Star fuckin' with Southside of the Unit
[Chorus: VOICE]
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
[Verse 2: Hi-C]
I get paid off my blocks like Reggie White
I missed my seven flight
Cause I had a ready bite
Oh we them block guys
Automatic Glock mask
I could show you how to whip it up clockwise
I use an AK nigga then pump the shotty
Put the heater in his mouth now thats a hot tamale
Dope boy swag
With a .44 Mag
Tied up in the bag
Got to get that cash..on the low
I can take you to the proper work
In that blue Bentley with Buck is that Papa Smurf?
I'll pop ya first
If you step wrong
Bulletproof Teflon
Maybe thats a deaf song
Have them bullets cave in his chest bone
The 380 look good cause its dressed chrome
For this Ca$hville shit I'll kill your ass
Fuck a check nigga Hi want a mill in cash
[Chorus: VOICE]
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
[Verse 3: C-Bo]
I got 'em mad at me cause i'm iced out
Ridin' hard shinin' just like a light house
Get money money
A hood boss thats why they hate me
Pissed off cause my shimmy come in packs a week
Plus my price is cheap
So you know my push is deep
Get it in and get it gone thats my recipe
(Keep it movin')
All that talk shit is weak man
My goons murder through the motherfuckin' street man
And i'm ridin' for my South niggas
So watch your mouth or them Ks 'gon come out niggas
Hatin' on the kid
Cause them bitches on my dick
Every car that I whip
Keep them rims doin' flips
Got 'em sick
I got money and the power
Any competition, game over I will holla
So get your mind right and get your money up
And stop hatin' before you get your life fucked up
[Chorus: VOICE]
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
I'm about to see
Why you hatin' on me
(What you lookin' at?)
[Verse 4: Sosa]
I'm about to see man
Ho ass nigga
Hatin' ass nigga I can see it in your eyes
Is it the way I walk the shit, I talk or what I drive?
I do this shit for real niggas rappin' tellin' lies
About how they do pimpin', jackin', and sellin' pies
I be stayin' away from hos who don't want to see me on my grind
Cupcake I know your fine
But once I fuck I ain't got time
I hit the strip club with six or seven dimes
I break a chicken down flip six or seven times
The candy painted Chevy lookin' like a sip of wine
Perigon Impala nineteen sixty nine
I bought a brand new pistol it bust fifty times
In case a nigga out here try to fuck with my shine
I hit the club tryin' to push a couple of lines
Pop a couple of pills, get some hips and thighs
I put this on my tattoos do not blow my high
Cause if we get into it somebody got to die
Young Buck - Welcome To The South Lyrics
Welcome To The South Lyrics - Young Buck
[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 can't 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
[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 can't 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
Young Buck - War Witcha Homeboy Lyrics
War Witcha Homeboy Lyrics - Young Buck
[Intro]
Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit
Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
Shit fucked up, but dis how it goes...
[Verse]
Came up (Yuh!), I did my thang
Dis is so real I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need these problems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got myself a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a friend of mine
He was really right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people started to listin
It's G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to show him what he got
He looked at me quickly and said he was hot
We was on our way, straight to tha top
But my homeboi feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay focused tha way I post dis
When tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi really got mad
'Cause he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, Guess who?
He started sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live around dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Lord how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, let's git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I looked in his eyes
And then i realized dat he didn't wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me."
Glock still out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car door opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was down wit' me
He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I just fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back cool
First it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha homeboi
[Outro]
They smilin' in ya face
All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
They smilin' in ya face
All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
[Intro]
Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit
Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
Shit fucked up, but dis how it goes...
[Verse]
Came up (Yuh!), I did my thang
Dis is so real I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need these problems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got myself a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a friend of mine
He was really right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people started to listin
It's G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to show him what he got
He looked at me quickly and said he was hot
We was on our way, straight to tha top
But my homeboi feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay focused tha way I post dis
When tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi really got mad
'Cause he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, Guess who?
He started sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live around dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Lord how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, let's git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I looked in his eyes
And then i realized dat he didn't wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me."
Glock still out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car door opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was down wit' me
He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I just fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back cool
First it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha homeboi
[Outro]
They smilin' in ya face
All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
They smilin' in ya face
All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
Young Buck - War Outside Lyrics
War Outside Lyrics - Young Buck
Looking for the good life
But when I look outside
Blaze up the endo, raise up the window
I can hear the shots outside, you better get low
You know, life's a bitch cause she the shit though
I'm still trapping at the segul
Mama plan big for, son let the bricks go
Mama hit the number, daddy wonder what she hit for
My old bitch she under wanna know why we quit for
Told her I'm like you you know
Tryina get dough
I'm a dope fiend, keep my car clean, told him hit it with the grill out
Armor out the inside, and vacuum up the spilldrough
The weed too high so I still grow
Why you think I got this high as life bill for
Why you think I got 3000 white pills for
They moving real slow, I'm tryna make a mill hoe
Why the fuck you think that I ain't left the ville for
Niggas might act like they don't but they still know
[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what's going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain't got no eyes but they shooting motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet
Hear the shots outside
I'm from Oakland, that's the power rex capital
You either jacking, you trapping the may
You was rapping hoes grew up on the corner
Where they hustle in the crack or so
Where you from nigga then they say what you asking for
Late night, dice game, smoking night jane
Niggas going left, they ain't thinking with they right brain
Rose for the baller, wine on wine sip,... train
Flying at you niggas that you bragging bout they ice game
The shots get fired all night maine
Sitting on the news maine your homie lost his life damn
2 sides, if you ain't doing right,
Your best friend dead, your brother doing life
Ain't no og's, niggas dying young bucks
Man here in life, young buck
This is a message to my young bras
Do what you gotta do to come up
[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what's going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain't got no eyes but they shooting motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet
Hear the shots outside
Listen, the shells hit the sidewalk no bullshitting
2 bedroom projects with a full kitchen
2 blocks I got black with 2 full extensions
These niggas snitching not to mention still whipping while I'm on park
Bitch I'm on don, you pussy niggas ain't gonna do nothing
I know you don't mean no harm
... with the shit that came off your arm
Let my young niggas work it, I keep that work for them
We out here for a purpose and then it's dirt for
It's up to you if you gonna decide if it's worth going
So... on the floor, they send a hit for
... be answering the door with my shit short
Choppa bullets hit the brick, I don't know if it's for me
But I still telling my bitch stay calm
Open my window I see shooters tryina shoot you out
You niggas ain't different from me, we all gonna do it
[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what's going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain't got no eyes but they shooting motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet
Hear the shots outside
Looking for the good life
But when I look outside
Blaze up the endo, raise up the window
I can hear the shots outside, you better get low
You know, life's a bitch cause she the shit though
I'm still trapping at the segul
Mama plan big for, son let the bricks go
Mama hit the number, daddy wonder what she hit for
My old bitch she under wanna know why we quit for
Told her I'm like you you know
Tryina get dough
I'm a dope fiend, keep my car clean, told him hit it with the grill out
Armor out the inside, and vacuum up the spilldrough
The weed too high so I still grow
Why you think I got this high as life bill for
Why you think I got 3000 white pills for
They moving real slow, I'm tryna make a mill hoe
Why the fuck you think that I ain't left the ville for
Niggas might act like they don't but they still know
[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what's going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain't got no eyes but they shooting motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet
Hear the shots outside
I'm from Oakland, that's the power rex capital
You either jacking, you trapping the may
You was rapping hoes grew up on the corner
Where they hustle in the crack or so
Where you from nigga then they say what you asking for
Late night, dice game, smoking night jane
Niggas going left, they ain't thinking with they right brain
Rose for the baller, wine on wine sip,... train
Flying at you niggas that you bragging bout they ice game
The shots get fired all night maine
Sitting on the news maine your homie lost his life damn
2 sides, if you ain't doing right,
Your best friend dead, your brother doing life
Ain't no og's, niggas dying young bucks
Man here in life, young buck
This is a message to my young bras
Do what you gotta do to come up
[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what's going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain't got no eyes but they shooting motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet
Hear the shots outside
Listen, the shells hit the sidewalk no bullshitting
2 bedroom projects with a full kitchen
2 blocks I got black with 2 full extensions
These niggas snitching not to mention still whipping while I'm on park
Bitch I'm on don, you pussy niggas ain't gonna do nothing
I know you don't mean no harm
... with the shit that came off your arm
Let my young niggas work it, I keep that work for them
We out here for a purpose and then it's dirt for
It's up to you if you gonna decide if it's worth going
So... on the floor, they send a hit for
... be answering the door with my shit short
Choppa bullets hit the brick, I don't know if it's for me
But I still telling my bitch stay calm
Open my window I see shooters tryina shoot you out
You niggas ain't different from me, we all gonna do it
[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what's going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain't got no eyes but they shooting motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet
Hear the shots outside
Young Buck - Walk With Me Lyrics
Walk With Me Lyrics - Young Buck
[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
[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
Young Buck - U Ain't Goin' Nowhere Lyrics
U Ain't Goin' Nowhere Lyrics - Young Buck
[LaToiya Williams]
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah)
[Young Buck]
Now even though I might trick a little
I know you love the way I work the middle
You look good in them high heels girl
You're so hood, we in our lil' world
Shoppin sprees overseas, you and me on a private flight
Got a chance to be my wife if ya ass act right
Gotta dance all night girl, you want that ice
Everythang's on me, yeah, I'm that type
Marble floors in these elevator doors
Sixteen bedrooms and all of 'em yours
Let's fuck all night, any position you like
Thick coats by the Coach, black Bentley Azure
I know sometimes a nigga might not make it home and it's
No reception, low bars, it ain't on and I
Keep doin this cause you don't care
Material girl that'll always be there, ya ain't goin nowhere
[Chorus: LaToiya Williams]
Time and time I try to leave
But I just can't seem to leave yo' ass alone
Don't know why I can't let you go
And why I keep comin back for mo'
I'm sayin this - life is good
Got me up out the hood, but I'm so confused
And I don't know how much more of this
Disrespect I can take from youuuuu
[Young Buck]
And ya ain't goin nowhere, how I know because I told you so
And all that cryin shit stop when I'm down below
Shit, I'm on top when you hit that O
Now get that O, that's what the fuck you came here fo'
Now move that body all around like a professional
Damn, shorty's so flexible
We can do it on the highway, I'm talkin 'bout sex to go
Now how the fuck we get to Mexico?
Yeah I bought that house, but now you talkin 'bout leavin
You don't wanna do that girl it's pleasin season
Heard your girls told you I'm fuckin up and that you need to get even
But all you need is me, you don't need them
You know the game, maintain and do ya thang
And tell them bitches worry 'bout they own man
So when they start talkin like dat dere
Tell them bitches get the fuck out your ear, cause you ain't goin nowhere
[Chorus]
[LaToiya Williams]
What did you dooooooooooo?
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah)
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah)
[Young Buck]
You keep tellin me I make you sick
But on some real shit, quit bitch, you love this dick
And even if she did leave because of the way I act
It be's like that, fuck it she'll be right back
You and I both know, if you and I both go
Our separate ways one thing's for sho'
If you ever get the nerve to pack your shit and walk up out that do'
You ain't never comin back no mo'
She ain't goin nowhere
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[LaToiya Williams]
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah)
[Young Buck]
Now even though I might trick a little
I know you love the way I work the middle
You look good in them high heels girl
You're so hood, we in our lil' world
Shoppin sprees overseas, you and me on a private flight
Got a chance to be my wife if ya ass act right
Gotta dance all night girl, you want that ice
Everythang's on me, yeah, I'm that type
Marble floors in these elevator doors
Sixteen bedrooms and all of 'em yours
Let's fuck all night, any position you like
Thick coats by the Coach, black Bentley Azure
I know sometimes a nigga might not make it home and it's
No reception, low bars, it ain't on and I
Keep doin this cause you don't care
Material girl that'll always be there, ya ain't goin nowhere
[Chorus: LaToiya Williams]
Time and time I try to leave
But I just can't seem to leave yo' ass alone
Don't know why I can't let you go
And why I keep comin back for mo'
I'm sayin this - life is good
Got me up out the hood, but I'm so confused
And I don't know how much more of this
Disrespect I can take from youuuuu
[Young Buck]
And ya ain't goin nowhere, how I know because I told you so
And all that cryin shit stop when I'm down below
Shit, I'm on top when you hit that O
Now get that O, that's what the fuck you came here fo'
Now move that body all around like a professional
Damn, shorty's so flexible
We can do it on the highway, I'm talkin 'bout sex to go
Now how the fuck we get to Mexico?
Yeah I bought that house, but now you talkin 'bout leavin
You don't wanna do that girl it's pleasin season
Heard your girls told you I'm fuckin up and that you need to get even
But all you need is me, you don't need them
You know the game, maintain and do ya thang
And tell them bitches worry 'bout they own man
So when they start talkin like dat dere
Tell them bitches get the fuck out your ear, cause you ain't goin nowhere
[Chorus]
[LaToiya Williams]
What did you dooooooooooo?
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah)
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah)
[Young Buck]
You keep tellin me I make you sick
But on some real shit, quit bitch, you love this dick
And even if she did leave because of the way I act
It be's like that, fuck it she'll be right back
You and I both know, if you and I both go
Our separate ways one thing's for sho'
If you ever get the nerve to pack your shit and walk up out that do'
You ain't never comin back no mo'
She ain't goin nowhere
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
Young Buck - Thugged Out Lyrics
Thugged Out Lyrics - Young Buck
(feat. D-Tay)
[Intro]
Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in Cashville
They thank it's country musik mayne, mothafuckas got money mayne!
Niggas is killin', niggas is slangin' they shit..
Niggas is livin, they gettin' it how they live
I represented it nigga (Wha.. Fuck these niggas)
[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in prison
We got 10 killings and still can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas betta listin
I'm on a mission, just me and my ammunition
When 2 clips take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself
Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still here
Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated
[Chorus - Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
The average thug nigga somehow drug dealin'
Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie Miller
While othas take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' teams of Mob bigga
Respect game and game don't respect you
Gon' be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, Or make ya thank a nigga ain't?
Plus you got bank too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, Off tha dank
Butchu don't feel like you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and thank a nigga ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya positive bound
Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha ground
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this shit
Load clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, can't run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and sell' crack, when Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya hurrd?
Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
This shit hard to earn, so Im'a get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mini mayn
Don't let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, back to swingin' my sword
Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical cord
If I'm wrong sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'
[Chorus]
[Outro - Buck talkin' w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
Nigga, we thugged out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! D-Tay (And Young Buck)
Every time you see us, we thugged out!
All tha way wit it, Hell to tha back
Infra-red on our straps
Whatchu wann' do nigga? (Whatchu wann' do?)
Whatchu gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We thugged out
(feat. D-Tay)
[Intro]
Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in Cashville
They thank it's country musik mayne, mothafuckas got money mayne!
Niggas is killin', niggas is slangin' they shit..
Niggas is livin, they gettin' it how they live
I represented it nigga (Wha.. Fuck these niggas)
[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in prison
We got 10 killings and still can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas betta listin
I'm on a mission, just me and my ammunition
When 2 clips take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself
Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still here
Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated
[Chorus - Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
The average thug nigga somehow drug dealin'
Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie Miller
While othas take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' teams of Mob bigga
Respect game and game don't respect you
Gon' be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, Or make ya thank a nigga ain't?
Plus you got bank too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, Off tha dank
Butchu don't feel like you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and thank a nigga ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya positive bound
Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha ground
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this shit
Load clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, can't run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and sell' crack, when Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya hurrd?
Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
This shit hard to earn, so Im'a get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mini mayn
Don't let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, back to swingin' my sword
Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical cord
If I'm wrong sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'
[Chorus]
[Outro - Buck talkin' w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
Nigga, we thugged out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! D-Tay (And Young Buck)
Every time you see us, we thugged out!
All tha way wit it, Hell to tha back
Infra-red on our straps
Whatchu wann' do nigga? (Whatchu wann' do?)
Whatchu gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We thugged out
Young Buck - Thug Till Ya Death Day Lyrics
Thug Till Ya Death Day Lyrics - Young Buck
[Intro:]
As I ride through the city streets
Forty-five on my lap A-K on my backseat
Smokin a fat ass swisher sweet
Then I ask myself, Will I survive?
[Verse 1:]
How can I tell you Imma stop sellin bricks
That's that way man choose to pay his rent
Shit its hard to get a job gettin out the pen
Then they wonder why we right back in that bitch again
Try to peace talk, and sit down like men
But then theres always a friend that be like fuck them
So the guns bust, and the body must fall
Nothing can stop it not even Farakan balls
Its a shame tho, and what I came in the game fo
I really done slang dope, so really I'm thankful
To be in a position to make a thug listen
Aint no tellin who gon come up missin or go to prison
You can run from it, try to hide it from your peers
Let em hear bout it, before they go see what it is
I can give it to you, tell you bout what I done did
Even though Im gettin money yall this is how I live, fo real
[Chorus: x2]
Still on the block lookin for a better way
Its safe to say Im thuggin till my death day
Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
Then put in work homie, thug till ya death day
[Verse 2:]
Now everybody in the race for the first place
They gave D twenty years for his first case
We form gangs to protect our hood
If the police could lock us all up they would
But we dont trip tho, just pray to God we da picked folk
Relying on side hustles to get dope
Aint nobody rich, even if you workin with some millions
You need more money to support your cost of livin
See we dont cry in the hood no more
Aint really too much I aint seen before
Crackhead Fred said he'd kill for a nigga
When it came down to it, he did for a nigga
That don't get no realer cuz yall niggas ran
You was the only man with a gun in ya hand
Good thang that I dont trust a nigga with my life
Fill the clip with hollow tips we ridin tonight
[Chrous x2]
[Outro:]
Every neighborhood, every project, every block in the motherfuckin world
We gotta ride niggas, its us against the motherfuckin police
Aint no love, a man is only as good as his word
Death is something that comes for us all
What you scared fo? Nigga what you scared fo?
Gangsta, holla when you see me
[Intro:]
As I ride through the city streets
Forty-five on my lap A-K on my backseat
Smokin a fat ass swisher sweet
Then I ask myself, Will I survive?
[Verse 1:]
How can I tell you Imma stop sellin bricks
That's that way man choose to pay his rent
Shit its hard to get a job gettin out the pen
Then they wonder why we right back in that bitch again
Try to peace talk, and sit down like men
But then theres always a friend that be like fuck them
So the guns bust, and the body must fall
Nothing can stop it not even Farakan balls
Its a shame tho, and what I came in the game fo
I really done slang dope, so really I'm thankful
To be in a position to make a thug listen
Aint no tellin who gon come up missin or go to prison
You can run from it, try to hide it from your peers
Let em hear bout it, before they go see what it is
I can give it to you, tell you bout what I done did
Even though Im gettin money yall this is how I live, fo real
[Chorus: x2]
Still on the block lookin for a better way
Its safe to say Im thuggin till my death day
Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
Then put in work homie, thug till ya death day
[Verse 2:]
Now everybody in the race for the first place
They gave D twenty years for his first case
We form gangs to protect our hood
If the police could lock us all up they would
But we dont trip tho, just pray to God we da picked folk
Relying on side hustles to get dope
Aint nobody rich, even if you workin with some millions
You need more money to support your cost of livin
See we dont cry in the hood no more
Aint really too much I aint seen before
Crackhead Fred said he'd kill for a nigga
When it came down to it, he did for a nigga
That don't get no realer cuz yall niggas ran
You was the only man with a gun in ya hand
Good thang that I dont trust a nigga with my life
Fill the clip with hollow tips we ridin tonight
[Chrous x2]
[Outro:]
Every neighborhood, every project, every block in the motherfuckin world
We gotta ride niggas, its us against the motherfuckin police
Aint no love, a man is only as good as his word
Death is something that comes for us all
What you scared fo? Nigga what you scared fo?
Gangsta, holla when you see me
Young Buck - Thug Til Your Death Day Lyrics
Thug Til Your Death Day Lyrics - Young Buck
As I walk through the street
45 on my front, AK on my back seat
smokin' your fat ass across the street
Then I ask myself "How do I survive?"
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
How can I tell ya'll to stop sellin' bricks?
Thats the way that man choose to pay his rent
Shit its hard to get a job gettin' out the pen
Then they wonder why we right back in that bitch again
Try to peace talk and sit down like men
But then theres always a friend that be like "Fuck them"
When the guns bust a body must fall
Nothin' can stop it, not even Farrakhan's calls
Its a shame though
What I came in the game fo'
I really done slanged dope
So really i'm thankful
To be in a position to make a thug listen
Ain't no tellin' who 'gon come up missin' or go to prison
Run from me, try to hide it from your kids
Let 'em hear about it, before they go see what it is
I can give it to ya, tell you about what I done did
Even though i'm gettin' money ya'll this is how I live
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Still on the block lookin' for a better way
Its safe to say
I'm thuggin' 'till my death day
Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
And put in work homie, thug 'till your death day
Still on the block lookin' for a better way
Its safe to say
I'm thuggin' 'till my death day
Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
And put in work homie, thug 'till your death day
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
now everybody in the race for the first place
They gave Deke twenty years for his first case
We form gangs to protect our hood
If the police could lock us all up they would
But we don't trip no
Just pray to god we got a big fo'
Relyin' on side hustles to get dough
Ain't nobody rich, even if you workin' with some millions
You need more money to support your cost of livin'
See we don't cry in the hood no mo'
Ain't really too much I ain't seen befo'
And crack head Fred he'd kill for a nigga
when it came down to it he did for a nigga
That don't get no realer
Cause ya'll niggas ran
You was the only man with a gun in ya hand
Good thing that I don't trust a nigga with my life
Fill the clip with hollowtips, we ridin' tonight
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Still on the block lookin' for a better way
Its safe to say
I'm thuggin' 'till my death day
Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
And put in work homie, thug 'till your death day
Still on the block lookin' for a better way
Its safe to say
I'm thuggin' 'till my death day
Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
And put in work homie, thug 'till your death day
[Voice:]
Every neighborhood
Every project
Every one in the motherfuckin' world
We got to ride niggas
Motherfuck the police
Got no love
A man is only good as his word
Death is something that comes to us all
What you scared for?
Nigga what you scared for?
Ride
Gangsta holla when you see me
As I walk through the street
45 on my front, AK on my back seat
smokin' your fat ass across the street
Then I ask myself "How do I survive?"
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
How can I tell ya'll to stop sellin' bricks?
Thats the way that man choose to pay his rent
Shit its hard to get a job gettin' out the pen
Then they wonder why we right back in that bitch again
Try to peace talk and sit down like men
But then theres always a friend that be like "Fuck them"
When the guns bust a body must fall
Nothin' can stop it, not even Farrakhan's calls
Its a shame though
What I came in the game fo'
I really done slanged dope
So really i'm thankful
To be in a position to make a thug listen
Ain't no tellin' who 'gon come up missin' or go to prison
Run from me, try to hide it from your kids
Let 'em hear about it, before they go see what it is
I can give it to ya, tell you about what I done did
Even though i'm gettin' money ya'll this is how I live
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Still on the block lookin' for a better way
Its safe to say
I'm thuggin' 'till my death day
Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
And put in work homie, thug 'till your death day
Still on the block lookin' for a better way
Its safe to say
I'm thuggin' 'till my death day
Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
And put in work homie, thug 'till your death day
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
now everybody in the race for the first place
They gave Deke twenty years for his first case
We form gangs to protect our hood
If the police could lock us all up they would
But we don't trip no
Just pray to god we got a big fo'
Relyin' on side hustles to get dough
Ain't nobody rich, even if you workin' with some millions
You need more money to support your cost of livin'
See we don't cry in the hood no mo'
Ain't really too much I ain't seen befo'
And crack head Fred he'd kill for a nigga
when it came down to it he did for a nigga
That don't get no realer
Cause ya'll niggas ran
You was the only man with a gun in ya hand
Good thing that I don't trust a nigga with my life
Fill the clip with hollowtips, we ridin' tonight
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Still on the block lookin' for a better way
Its safe to say
I'm thuggin' 'till my death day
Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
And put in work homie, thug 'till your death day
Still on the block lookin' for a better way
Its safe to say
I'm thuggin' 'till my death day
Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
And put in work homie, thug 'till your death day
[Voice:]
Every neighborhood
Every project
Every one in the motherfuckin' world
We got to ride niggas
Motherfuck the police
Got no love
A man is only good as his word
Death is something that comes to us all
What you scared for?
Nigga what you scared for?
Ride
Gangsta holla when you see me
Young Buck - Thug In Da Club Lyrics
Thug In Da Club Lyrics - Young Buck
(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]
(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]
Young Buck - Thou Shall Lyrics
Thou Shall Lyrics - Young Buck
[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 a lot 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!
[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 a lot 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!
Young Buck - This Ain't Living Lyrics
This Ain't Living Lyrics - Young Buck
[Young Buck:]
Drunker than a motherfucker tryin' to make it home
Pedal to the metal with no headlights on
Hennessey and weed with the shots of Patrone
I'll have a nigga's dick hard all night long
The rain can't stop me I'm sittin' on chrome
The police watch me to catch me in the wrong
My hood got love for me and when its on
If a nigga get a word bet a nigga gettin' gone
You niggas livin' dead when you workin' for the Feds
You get a little bread then get popped in the head
A white t-shirt with your face on the front
Nobody at the church ever respect what you done
So i'm a give 'em hell
'Till they open up the cells
For the young black males
Twenty five in hell
I'm out on bail and I ain't goin' back
Just hope that my parole officer's knowin' that
[Chorus: Vocal Sample]
Livin' a little harder
What do I do with my life?
Livin' a little harder
What do I do with my life?
This ain't livin'
Nah nah baby this ain't livin'
Ah nah nah
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
The ghettos full of rules that you got to live by
The metal I use is a Glock .45
My best friend died and I didn't even cry
Been tryin' to find who killed him to set him on fire
The project buildings is gettin' torn down
They got us in one place so its a war now
Pay what you weigh don't nobody give credit no more
You don't know what to do with it what you sellin' it for?
Seen fake niggas live and some real niggas go
So I really will kill and i'm hard on a ho
Shootin' at my enemies killin' 'em all
I will not sleep I got to find who killed my dog
Lil Jimmy locked up so until he come home
Got a wall full of platinum, pocket full of stones
I'm out here on my own
Holdin' it down
And i'm not goin' back my P.O. know now
Come on
[Chorus: Vocal Sample]
Livin' a little harder
What do I do with my life?
Livin' a little harder
What do I do with my life?
This ain't livin'
This ain't livin'
Nah nah baby this ain't livin'
Ah nah nah
This ain't livin'
This ain't livin'
Nah nah baby this ain't livin'
Ah nah nah
[Young Buck:]
Yeah, now lets ride niggas
Roll your weed, fill your cups up
You now ridin' with a gangsta nigga
[Young Buck:]
Drunker than a motherfucker tryin' to make it home
Pedal to the metal with no headlights on
Hennessey and weed with the shots of Patrone
I'll have a nigga's dick hard all night long
The rain can't stop me I'm sittin' on chrome
The police watch me to catch me in the wrong
My hood got love for me and when its on
If a nigga get a word bet a nigga gettin' gone
You niggas livin' dead when you workin' for the Feds
You get a little bread then get popped in the head
A white t-shirt with your face on the front
Nobody at the church ever respect what you done
So i'm a give 'em hell
'Till they open up the cells
For the young black males
Twenty five in hell
I'm out on bail and I ain't goin' back
Just hope that my parole officer's knowin' that
[Chorus: Vocal Sample]
Livin' a little harder
What do I do with my life?
Livin' a little harder
What do I do with my life?
This ain't livin'
Nah nah baby this ain't livin'
Ah nah nah
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
The ghettos full of rules that you got to live by
The metal I use is a Glock .45
My best friend died and I didn't even cry
Been tryin' to find who killed him to set him on fire
The project buildings is gettin' torn down
They got us in one place so its a war now
Pay what you weigh don't nobody give credit no more
You don't know what to do with it what you sellin' it for?
Seen fake niggas live and some real niggas go
So I really will kill and i'm hard on a ho
Shootin' at my enemies killin' 'em all
I will not sleep I got to find who killed my dog
Lil Jimmy locked up so until he come home
Got a wall full of platinum, pocket full of stones
I'm out here on my own
Holdin' it down
And i'm not goin' back my P.O. know now
Come on
[Chorus: Vocal Sample]
Livin' a little harder
What do I do with my life?
Livin' a little harder
What do I do with my life?
This ain't livin'
This ain't livin'
Nah nah baby this ain't livin'
Ah nah nah
This ain't livin'
This ain't livin'
Nah nah baby this ain't livin'
Ah nah nah
[Young Buck:]
Yeah, now lets ride niggas
Roll your weed, fill your cups up
You now ridin' with a gangsta nigga
Young Buck - The Projects Lyrics
The Projects Lyrics - Young Buck
(feat. Tony Yayo & Lil' Murder)
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah its murder nigga
Tony Yayo nigga
G Unit South
We in the 'Ville right now nigga
We 'gon do this shit like this man
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Theres plenty ladies in the projects
Sugar babies in the projects
Some got love, some hate me in the projects
Its real in the projects
They steal in the projects
Me, i'm tryin' to make a mill in the projects
Swing soft in the projects
Sling hard in the projects
Cause ain't nobody got a job in the projects
And ain't nobody tryin' to starve in the projects
And ain't nobody tryin' to starve in the projects
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Nigga I am the projects
We move grams in the projects
We use scales in the projects
We get mail in the projects
Shoot Glocks in the projects
My pops died in the projects
The cops ride in the projects
Until we had to stop 'em
Homie come visit my projects
See how we live in these projects
Don't get killed in these projects
Cause niggas
We put work in these projects
You might get hurt in these projects
I put on earth in these projects
Nigga you ain't from my projects ho
[Verse 3: Lil Murda]
We got Crips in the projects
we got Bloods in the projects
Shit everybody shiesty ain't no love in the projects
Got killas in the projects
Got thugs in the projects
And we all tryin' to eat you want to grub in the projects
Its alot of fake daps and mean mugs in the projects
Nigga better hold your own or catch a slug in the projects
Theres haters in the projects
But we major in the projects
How many niggas you know that done made it out the projects?
(feat. Tony Yayo & Lil' Murder)
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah its murder nigga
Tony Yayo nigga
G Unit South
We in the 'Ville right now nigga
We 'gon do this shit like this man
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Theres plenty ladies in the projects
Sugar babies in the projects
Some got love, some hate me in the projects
Its real in the projects
They steal in the projects
Me, i'm tryin' to make a mill in the projects
Swing soft in the projects
Sling hard in the projects
Cause ain't nobody got a job in the projects
And ain't nobody tryin' to starve in the projects
And ain't nobody tryin' to starve in the projects
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Nigga I am the projects
We move grams in the projects
We use scales in the projects
We get mail in the projects
Shoot Glocks in the projects
My pops died in the projects
The cops ride in the projects
Until we had to stop 'em
Homie come visit my projects
See how we live in these projects
Don't get killed in these projects
Cause niggas
We put work in these projects
You might get hurt in these projects
I put on earth in these projects
Nigga you ain't from my projects ho
[Verse 3: Lil Murda]
We got Crips in the projects
we got Bloods in the projects
Shit everybody shiesty ain't no love in the projects
Got killas in the projects
Got thugs in the projects
And we all tryin' to eat you want to grub in the projects
Its alot of fake daps and mean mugs in the projects
Nigga better hold your own or catch a slug in the projects
Theres haters in the projects
But we major in the projects
How many niggas you know that done made it out the projects?
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