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(Intro)
(It's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way (Betta move, it's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way You betta move 50 feet shawti (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh) Git out my way, we ballin' like Ayye! I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Verse 1) Ain't no body goin' broke, err' body sellin' dope Err' body gittin' money, it's some niggas tellin' no We ain' talkin' on the phone, I don't know ya, I ain't servin ya No body neva heard-a ya, you f**kin' wit' some murderas Look at my wrist, look at my bitch She hold daddy down, help a nigga git rich (Yeah!) This patron got me hot, the Phantom in the 'lot See this pill kickin' in, and I'm standin' wit' my glock In this bitch like move (Yuh!), I need some elbow room Got me spillin' liquer why the club close so soon Burn this bitch up, we 'bout to +Git Buck+ Gimme a light, tell the DJ turn my shit up (It's on now) (Chorus) You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Verse 2) Cup fun of Hennesey, my niggas call it Gasoline Pussy niggas fill up, and say shit they don't mean Stuntin' wit'cha real money, dat'll git'chu killed See probly wann' this paper, my baby needs some milk Bitch we built this city, the dope boi committee I still got the nerves to saddle up, and come and git it A product of the projects, my momma's only son Made my 1st million dollas, and a new drama would come Didn't run from it (Yuh!), I ran to it (Yuh!) I'm not playin' bout The Unit, and my fans knew it Now make a lane for me, 'cause I deserve this I wonder what my enemies git when they hurr this (Let's Goo!) Ha-ha (Chorus) You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Hook) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me (Aye, Aye!) (Verse 3) Got a blunt of green sticky, and my A.K. wit' me If a mothaf**ka hit me, I'ma knock his head off! I ain't scared of non of y'all bitch, I'm runnin' from the law (Whudd!) Put'cha trigga fingas up, if you will knock they head off! Push-a-weight, all thru the state It's like I speed up, when they tell me "Pump my brakes!" (Aye!) If I told chu what I make err' time I flip a kii You would prolly try to take the same trip dat I take, but'chu can't (Ayye) (Chorus) You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Aye, Let's Goo.. |
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| 2. |
| 3:40 |
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(Young Buck)
I'm Sick And Tired of These Same ol' Broke Bitches No Job All They Wanna Do Is Smoke Swishes Get Some Money Hoe Why You Wanna Watch Mine Ain't No Tellin' What I'm Gon' Be Drivin Next Time Seven Figga Nigga We Don't Buy The Bar No Mo Pull Up The Paper Work Tell The Owner He Can Go Walk Like a Pimp Bitch Talk Like a Soldier I Got New York Niggas Candy Paintin Up They Rovers It Say 200 But It Go a Little Over Not The Corvette The Ferrari Testarossa We Can Bet On Any Point On The Dice Pick Em Up Shake Em Twice Get Em Girl Look I'm Nice I'm So Clean With My G-Unit Kicks On I Might Be Goin' In When Pimp C Get Home If You Don't Like Me Say It to My Face Just Because I Caught a Case Don't Mean You Can't Be Erased It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face (Bun B) You Can Go Anywhere Cross The US From North To The South East Mid To The West Walk Up In The Hardest Hood Ask a Nigga Bout Me They Gon Tell Ya Bun B Is Straight Mothaf**kin' G' A Gangsta From His Toes To The Top Of His Fitted Trillest Nigga In The Flesh You Can't F**k Wit' It Got The German Hand Guns They Shoot 2 2 3 Bust Thru Ya Condo n Rip Open Ya Knees My Nigga Please You Don't Want It Save Your Breath By Yourself Imma Ride Till Ain't No Enemy Is Left When The Middle Finger Niggas Hit Your Block Like Insurgents There's No Deterrents from us Cleanin' Your Clock Like Detergent Buck They Don't Think I Am, Nigga Please Why This Pimp I Bet They Die Before They Reach Their First Mothaf**kin' Sale I Rep Them Underground Kings F**k Boy Pimp And Bun If It's Action That You Wan't Mah Nigga Come Get You Some It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face (MJG) They Call Me M Dot MJG I Mean That I'm Packin' Some Weight And They Ain't Talkin Bout Trill Jeans Them Niggas They Like To Talk Shit In They Uniform Guess What Them Niggas Still Phoney As The Unicorn And I'll Be Damned If I Run You Bust Tho They Ran Outta Guns Man U So Dumb You Faker Than A Bitch Snitchen On The Track I'm About To Pull a Bun And Bust A F**kin' Cap (8 Ball) All Ball Do Is Smoke Weed And Get Bad Bitches And If Ya'll Mad At Me For That Then Ya'll Niggas Some Bitches Undercover Groupie Niggas Want Them Stop And Plead For The Last Time I Don't Smoke Regular Weed It Don't Matter Where We At Man We Firin It Up Security Don't Stop The Weed Man From Findin' Us Industry Dick Suckas Keep Runnin Ya Mouth And Imma Give Ya Motherf**kas Something To Talk About It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face |
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| 3. |
| 4:59 |
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(Intro: Young Buck)
Aight rap niggaz (yeah!) You got 24 hours to live nigga (ha ha) Your time's up right motherf**kin now nigga Dah dah dah dahhhh (Chorus: Young Buck) Y'all niggaz ain't no killers, y'all niggaz some hoes And y'all act like gorillas but you already know If the gangstas feel us then 50 should'ta let me go All the rappers that was beefin they ain't talkin no mo' I'll bust they motherf**kin head ho (who wanna diiiie?) I'll bust yo' motherf**kin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide) I'll bust they motherf**kin head ho (who wanna diiiie?) I'll bust yo' motherf**kin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide) (Young Buck) Can't wait to see ya homie, gotta keep that Nina on me Haters wanna leave me lonely - but y'all ain't killin me F**k you, ya ain't feelin me, what you eat don't make me shit I'm cleanin my artillery and wipin off these hollow-tips Shawty like to swallow dick, and she set up good licks I treat her like a pit and holla - GET 'EM GIRL, GET HIS BRICK! You know if you snitch, what we do to tattletales Cut off yo' bottom lip, send it to you in the mail I'm coverin up my trails, I smell gunpowder And the hood hot as hell cause of 48 hours All my niggaz tryin to rob a rapper and get a bird Take his platinum and his fur, get in the back of that hearse Muh'f**ker (Chorus w/ ad libs) (Interlude) Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth (Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin) Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth (Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin) (Young Buck) Yes, I brought a A.K. to my concerts So I don't need security, I put in my own work I'm walkin with my jewelry, I know I ain't from round here But y'all gon' have to kill me before I lay it down, yeah I was on the news for knockin him out his shoes But the dude got a son that go to my daughter's school So I'm cool, cause I can grab what he love most And that's the reason why you see me laughin then go Pay the bond money, let me get back to the streets The one man army, a Indian with no chief I got a bomb on me, so e'rybody move slow Biggie Smalls said it, "If I go, you got to go" (Chorus w/ ad libs) (Young Buck) (Beef) Is when I see you niggaz on the streets The barrel of the beretta knock out motherf**kers teeth nigga (Beef) Just when you think it's good to go to sleep I crawl from under the bed, and put a hole in your head homie (Beef) Is probably what you rappers gonna die fo' It's somethin that we live by, somethin that we ride fo' It's (beef) so when you see that '72 Caprice With a chopper out the window like, buck a motherf**ker This is (beef); just know that there will never be peace This 40-Glock'll make you niggaz NEVER sell a CD And since it's (beef) well this might be my last verse Cause I'ma set it off, I'm about to blast first (Chorus w/ ad libs) (Outro: Young Buck) HEY! Yeah Niggaz know who it is nigga It's ya homeboy Young Buck motherf**kers! And I just beat another motherf**kin gun case, ha hahhhh! You know what it is nigga Top of Bullets-burg, the world keeps turnin Dead bodies come up every day nigga Get out the way! CAUSE I'M COMIN!! |
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| 5. |
| 4:15 |
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(Intro)
Yeah!!! Get 'em Buck!!! (Verse 1) OK! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it I got 'em like HEY! Got 'em rollin The kush on the way and the champagne frozen Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open I'm ridin presidential like the shit that I'm smokin Water wih' the work, Petrom on my shirt And a zip ain't shit I need a quarter P of Purp 'Gon break it down, pass it all around I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown Them dope boys in this bitch like, let me buy that Broke niggas in this bitch like, let me try that I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go Can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know (Chorus) (*Ladies replying to Young Buck) Haters tryin to ban a nigga mayne (It's OK!) I bounce back watch me do my thang (It's OK!) I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane (It's OK!) I'm a boss I can make it rain (It's OK!) Now get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) (Verse 2) Let's play the game I'm the quarterback, don't stop homey I go to jail if I get sacked, so block for me Eightball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin Got the whole club leanin wit' it, and body rockin Drunk drivin in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked Seventy Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?! I'm home boy, holla at ya homeboy Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy First come first serve, fuck what ya heard I'm piecin out my pack till I come up on a bird Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin on these hoes They know me at the bank love me at the jewelry stores I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go (I bet he got a vest) No but I got my tech though (Chorus) (*Ladies replying to Young Buck) Haters tryin to ban a nigga mayne (It's OK!) I bounce back watch me do my thang (It's OK!) I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane (It's OK!) I'm a boss I can make it rain (It's OK!) Now get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) (Outro) Yeah you know what it is, how we do the damn thang down here Nigga what you workin with? Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club, throwin ya rent money, be broke in the mornin Have us laughin at ya broke ass, yeah where my dope boys at? Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god damn money! Hey! LET'S GO! |
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| 6. |
| 3:46 |
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(Chorus: Lyfe)
Woke up screaming f**k the world today I, had it up to here Ex-girlfriend got custody today cause, they say she feels that I'll never be the daddy that she, wants me to be Hardest thing I've ever had to do, sayin bye to my seeds, ohhh (Chorus w/ ad libs) (Young Buck) Damn, look at what I call my life, a glock-9 And a eightball of white, I got mine Well, not quite, I got signed And 50 put me right in the light, it took time Meanwhile I'm livin the life Where a nigga just might see prison tonight My rent due, baby need food and shoes I'm flat broke, still I refuse to lose So I smoke, lookin for the fools with jewels I'm 'bout to see if it's true what a uzi do Nobody cares, and life ain't fair or free The best thang you can do is say a prayer for me And how dare, y'all try to lock me up You not here, so you ain't really givin a f**k But I swear, as long as I'm breathin, I'm hustlin I'm thuggin, and this is the reason because I (Chorus) (Lyfe) If you see me in a suit and tie (in a suit and tie) Tell all my niggaz goodbye (tell my niggaz goodbye) Tell 'em that I'm on my wayyyyy (tell 'em I'm on my way man) Say a prayer for me and hug the kids (hug the kids) Tell God all of the shit I did (the shit I did) And how the kids looked up to me (cause they did look up to me nigga!) Yeahhhh (Young Buck) Heyyy - holla if you feel my pain I been to hell and back, and I'm still the same The block hotter than flames, but we sell the 'caine Puttin all kind of thangs in our baby's name Tell the hoes "I'm rich bitch" like my name Rick James I really ain't got shit, but I can't complain Cause L.T. got life, and Big Ju got fifty Jimmy did his ten and D doin his twenty Come get me, seems like it's no way out So when I say "Dirty," you say "South" Tryin to put my hands on somethin, brush off my shoulders Buy up some land or somethin, get what they owe us You don't have a plan, you're nuttin is what they told us Remember what the O.G.'s showed to the soldiers Gotta make it to heaven or die tryin to get it The day dude f**k with Dre, I was feelin like (Chorus) |
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| 7. |
| 3:43 |
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(Young Buck)
Heyyyy! I gotta slow down I said we gotta slow down Let me take you back to high school, ninety-fo' When at least when a nigga had time to go Walk to the bus stop, sellin rocks on the way Lil' bad motherf**ker with a pocket full of yay Fell in love with a shorty that was bad I would go and skip class just so I could see that ass But she was too fast, and I was too slow Cause she wanted a nigga who already had dough She found her a man who was like twenty-fo' But what she didn't know that he had plenty hoes She was too young; so now he got a new one Cause shorty went and bought her a new gun See when she catch this nigga she gon' do somethin Not fight, but shorty gon' shoot somethin But she never got a chance, to change her plans Shot herself in the back puttin the gun in her pants (Chorus: Young Buck) Live life young nigga, quit tryin to be grown You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone So slow your roll - slow it down my nigga Slow your roll - slow down my nigga Live life lil' mama, quit tryin to be grown You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone So slow your roll - c'mon gotta slow down Slow your roll - think you gotta slow down (Young Buck) I got a graveyard tatted on my arm So I'ma just start with my uncle William Hahn My momma only brother, he served in the Navy He lost his life because the war made him crazy My nephew Shannen, 15 years old When I think how he died I get real cold Cause they found him in a field with some crack stones There was no flesh, it was just bones I was just home, with my cousin Craig And then I got a phone call said they found him dead So what's next, ain't went to Bizz funeral yet Instead of one casket I need two of them shits It don't quit, just when you think I'm seein better days My auntie just find that she got AIDS And it's f**ked up, cause her life don't end And she locked up, so she dyin in the pen', damn (Chorus) (Chester Bennington) This can't be life, we're living Cause I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no morrrrrre This can't be life, we're living Cause I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no morrrrrre This can't be life we're living Cause I don't want it no morrrrrre, no morrrrrre This can't be life we're living Cause I don't want it no morrrrrre No mooooooo-orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre (Chorus) (Chester Bennington harmonizes to the end) |
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| 8. |
| 4:00 |
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(gunshot)
(Intro: Young Buck) Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherf**ker (it's the Unit) Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga! (50 Cent - repeat 2X) It won't be long 'fore you dead... You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me Nigga I come for your head... And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street (50 Cent) I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run out Niggaz know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb out I'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low Can't tell that this a hit, 'til the mac-10 blow I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim I'll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha) Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah) Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin (Young Buck) Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch Same six-fo' drop, same nigga on top Don't blame me if your muh'f**kin block get hot Cause I'm just tryin to make a livin, nigga stay up outta prison In a position of power In a position where bitch ass cowards can't f**k with ours And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me? Muh'f**ker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead) (Chorus: 50 Cent) If, you, can't, hold on nigga hold on It seems like an ambulance Always takes so long when you're hit It won't be long 'fore you dead (Young Buck) When you wired up in ain't no smilin See all of 'em whylin, and these niggaz is violent Little do you know your time could be expirin And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin Nobody seen nothin, these niggaz is silent From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects Real niggaz, we don't f**k around with the nonsense Murder One shit, that's how it get - muh'f**ker what (50 Cent) I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red Nigga now give up the bread, I'll fill ya ass with lead Put a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig? Said f**k the kids, I don't play that shit (c'mon) It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don't care The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare Your life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!) (Chorus) (50 Cent) Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stones We kick up, that's what's up, cause I'm out, with the chrome You f**k up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't f**kin wit'cha (Young Buck) The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest (50 Cent) The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tec My protects, my family, do you, understand me? My knife, my gun, my wife, my son My love, my niggaz, my stacks, them figures (Young Buck) Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast Black Dickie suit and a f**kin black ski mask Shoot first, this is how I react and we act like it's nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to that Listen (Chorus) |
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| 9. |
| 3:46 |
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(Intro: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy))
6-1-5 Ca$hville we buck, yeah! (AY!) Toomp I got you nigga! (Yeah!) A.T.L. to Ca$hville nigga (You already know what this is, ay!) Aiyyo Jeezy whattup nigga? (What they do nigga?) Aiyyo it's on me tonight nigga! (Let's go) Let's get it! (Let's go!) (Chorus: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy)) Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho (Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga (Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga I ain't playin 'bout my money (AY!) I hit ya ass up (ha-hahhhhh) Leave ya right there so they can pick ya ass up, yeah Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga, YEAH!) (Interlude: Young Buck) Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you (Young Jeezy) Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It's Young (Young) Jizzle (Jizzle) and the homie Buck (yeah!) We still ridin dirty, think we givin a f**k? (nah) Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five blocks (whoo!) Hundred miles an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!) And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn) And I'm back down Atlanta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!) So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand You ask me what I need I tell 'em bring the whole van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh) All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!) I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!) See cuz over there (whattup!) he'll kill ya ass for nuttin C.T.E. (talk to 'em nigga!) and muh'f**ker we buckin nigga (Chorus) (Interlude) (Young Buck) Let me go and show you niggaz what my whip game like I whip it to the left, and whip it to the right I mix it with the Sprite, and flip it with the whites See I make my own price cause I take my own flights I still got my ski mask, STILL need cash STILL got them eighteens as if you want a half That's 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math But I do it for the ten for my niggaz in the cab Got a bitch in Decatur, she shake it for the paper So when I make it rain, I just get it back later See cuz over there, he'll kill ya ass for nuttin (I got ya homie!) 6-1-5, Ca$hville, we buckin (Chorus) (Interlude - 2X) (Chorus) |
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| 10. |
| 4:11 |
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Intro:
Eh Uh Uh Uh Verse 1: Don't Ask me where the f**k Im from Or what set I claim I get money, I got a little bit of both games in me Niggas hate so the marshburg hang with me Feds wanna tap up my fone because they cant get me I might as well give it to ya since Dre sent me Just sit back and kick ya feet up ok 50 Im on 1 and I just begun I dare one of these blood cloats come test me gun The rude boy of the south let me in this bitch I just wish Tupac was here to witness this Give me room to breathe and Imma blow you away I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day Heyyyyy, somebody gotta do it yall See I done been locked up and I dont know who the call It's my time, so everybody jump on the train With the AK aimed I can shootdown a plane Mutherf**ker Chorus 1x: (Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) Verse 2: My gun damn near bigger then me I aint the nigga to be Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentioning me I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencing me My homeboy come in the courtroom and hit him with 3 I got the mind of a nigga bout to get him a key All the feins lined up, they just waitin on me Better hurry, hurry Its about to go down And dont ya worry I brought a 100 rounds We gon count to ten and then put the clips in Whoever is the last man standin wins You throw some money in the hood and it always works My niggas crazy, They'll dig a dead body from the dirt Better watch my mouth, cause I been watchin ya house Im in the bushes like when this nigga gonna come out? Its enough of this he say she say shit Now its time to find out who you with Chorus 1x: (Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) Kokane: The streets aint got no love Oh but im a nigga on top of things These niggas dont feel my pain Oh these niggas dont got a clue what I been through man But I aint even lookin for love Oh but i aint lookin for all ya sympthay I gots to just do my thing Chorus 1x: (Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) |
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| 11. |
| 4:00 |
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(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 f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 f**kin 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 f**k 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, f**k 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) |
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| 12. |
| 4:12 |
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(Intro)
G-UNIT!! Aiyyo if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket Aiyyo make some noise in this bitch Cause I'm gettin money like a muh'f**ker y'all (YEAH!) (Young Buck) Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now Work for the money money (let's go!) put it down now Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now 26's got me big big wheelin Money over bitches, I'ma get me a million Thangs done changed, I'm hotter than a flame So it's no time for me to beef with Jada, Joe or Game (Game) Diamonds in my chain (chain) a Chevy in my yard And a baby blue Phantom that I keep in the garage (uh-oh!) C'mere, let me talk to you, show you what my grill 'bout Ice like Paul Wall but I can't take mine out (YEAHHH!) Let's play the game "Big Bank Take Lil' Bank" Flood it like Katrina, make sure that your ship sank (damn!) You would think money's growin on trees the way your boy run through a couple hundred G's Fresh white tee 'bout to get my hustle on (yeah!) I ain't goin to the club, 'til all my work gone (C'MON!) I'm leanin on the leather, and grippin on the wood And I can build whatever, you know my money good, yeah (Chorus: Young Buck) If can get money (money) I be in the hood (hood) I be stackin paper like a real nigga should My money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hood Money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hood I be pimpin hard (hard) and I got them hoes (hoes) You ain't gotta ask me, you already know My money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hod Money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hod (Young Buck) I got my mind on my money (money) my money on my mind (mind) I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some (YEAHHHH!) I'm sellin everythang (thang) and savin every dime (dime) I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some (YEAHHHHH!) Fifty for the watch (watch) a hundred for the bracelet I'm headed to the top (top) I can damn near taste it I represent my block (block) and give away the ones (c'mon!) The hustle never stops so my job is never done (ayy!) So tell me what it costs (costs) and show me who the boss (boss) Put your money where your mouth is, I'ma break him off (break him off) If you wanna know the reason why I act like that I can fit a half a mil' in this Louie backpack, yeah (Chorus w/ ad libs) (Young Buck) Go and do your thang (thang) just don't get caught Let your money talk (HEY!) I let my money talk for me If shorty wanna hate, then tell the bitch to walk Let your money talk (HEY!) I let my money talk for me Call me what you want, but you can't call me broke (broke) Cause gettin big bags of money's all we know (know) Marble floors in the projects, ghetto millionaire All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear (yeah!) Bentley outside by the ice cream truck (truck) Just ride through the hood, ask 'em if they seen Buck (Buck) Thought I wouldn't make it, but look at me now That's why I painted the Benz the same color as Cristal (LET'S GO!) (Chorus w/ ad libs) (Outro) GET MONEY!! Hey, GET MONEY!! GET MONEY!! Hey, GET MONEY!! |
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| 13. |
| 4:40 |
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I Need Err'body! To Put The Lighters In The Air! Light It Up! Chorus: We Bout To Get Puff, Puff Pass x 4 Now Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'thang Verse: Candy Painted, 26's, My Chevy Clean I Crack My Window, So I Can Air Out That Sticky Green Bangin' That Ol' School, I'm In A Ol' School I Blow My Horn Back, Even Tho I Don't Kno You Coastin' Smokin' Wit The Sun Roof Open Me and Spider Loc'n Hennessey and High Dro, Niggas Kno How I Roll That's Why When Ya See Me On T.V. It Look Like My Eyes Close Let's Go Chorus: We Bout To Get Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'thang Verse: Crumple Up The Kush, Let's Paint This Picture Purple And Shawty Watch Out How You Be Hittin' That, That Shit'll Hurt You We Gotta Puff, Puff Pass, The Blunt Must Last I Put In My Half, So Don't Touch My Grass The Weed Man Love Me, He Don't Never Charge Me I Shot The Sheriff, Like The Legend Bob Marley Lighters In The Air, I Brought Enough To Share I Gotta Question For Ya, Who The Tightest Up In Here Chorus: We Bout To Get Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'thang Verse: Now Okay If God Made Pot, and Man Made Piff Then Who The F**k You People Trustin' Up In Here See I Smoke One When I Wake Up, I Smoke To Go To Sleep All The True Weed Smokers, They Gotta Smoke Before They Eat Just Stay Focused, And We Gon Smoke This Yea We Got Pounds, But We Still Hit The Roaches Put It In The Air, Remember That I Brought Enough To Share I Gotta Question For Ya, Who The Tightest Up In Here Chorus We Bout To Get Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'thang Bridge: It's On (It's On) (It's On) (It's On) (It's On) (It's On) Gimme That Kush Man Woah Oh Oh (Woah Oh Oh) (Woah Oh Oh) Hey! Give Me That Fiy-A (Fiy-AAA) (Fiy-AAAAAA) Hey! Gimme That Woah Gimme (Gimme) (Gimme) (Gimme) (Gimme) Burnnin' (Burnnin') (Burnnin') Chorus We Bout To Get Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'thang |
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| 14. |
| 4:23 |
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(Young Buck)
Aiyyo you niggaz done ate long enough G-UNIT! OHH! (Chorus) AYYY, I'm the clean up man! It ain't too many niggaz that can do it like I can When them records ain't sellin and the stitches start tellin Motherf**ker they yellin - GET 'EM BUCK!! Grindin grindin, I can make it happen Cause I'm - grindin grindin, I ain't only rappin Man I'm - grindin grindin, you know who to call I be - grindin grindin, this is for my dawgs (Young Buck) What's goin on with the Unit these days? (let 'em know) Well I'ma tell you e'rybody gettin paid And I hear you niggaz talkin, prayin on our downfall Took a couple losses, still we some outlaws Ya bitch still lovin my swag We let you niggaz eat, why the f**k is you mad? I never left the streets, I really ran to 'em And since I know they watchin me I let my man do 'em Money, a house and a bad bitch Way 'fore the rap game man I had this (niggaz know) You don't know about bein broke Standin on the block sellin fiends soap Holla at me (Chorus) (Young Buck) Let's sip the 'gnac for a minute Shawty you feelin this then put your back in it (hey!) I'm back in it in an all-black fitted in an all-black tinted-up drop top Bentley Like - AYYY! You know what it is (yeah!) I got my own jewelry baby, this ain't none of his (okay!) Just holla when you NEED ME Show a nigga love when you SEE ME I can carry the weight, 50 just put it on my shoulders G-Unit is the gang, I'm a motherf**kin soldier They thought it was over, he let me out the cage (hey!) So now they got me standin on this goddamn stage, like (Chorus) (Young Buck) Before I leave let me put this on your brain If rap stop today, I still do my thang I bought a Benz way before I bought me a chain Took my momma out the Bricks and bought a car in her name Paid my nigga Head bond just to get him on the streets Hope if I get locked up niggaz do it for me Keep the project lights on, payin e'rybody bills All my homies dead, I'm takin care of e'rybody kids And I got this, you can count on me to come through, when the home team down by three I'm gon' shoot, and even if a nigga did miss I bet you next quarter I'll be back in this bitch, like (Chorus w/ ad libs) (Outro: Young Buck) Yeah, y'know niggaz out there Nah nah, hold on Y'know SOME niggaz out there Mighta thought the Unit was over or some shit You niggaz is losin your f**kin minds man, ha ha Aiyyo man I got this shit right now, ya mean? Get the F**K out my lane, yeah Y'know, that's why that nigga 50 That's why he got his feet kicked up right now Ha ha, Sha Money I got you nigga Straight up, so, oh yo I'm expectin to be at the AWARDS this year! Yeah... |
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| 15. |
| 4:52 |
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(Jazze Pha)
Ladies and Gentlemen.. (Hook - Young buck) I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP WOOP" homie if you see them laws (Chorus: Pimp C) I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) (Verse 1 - Young Buck) I'm in the Porche no passenger Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficker See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that interstate Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't get caught We don't even use scales, niggaz break off a brick Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get They gave Big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin' 'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind Gotta put me some gloves on, they f**kin' wit Buck now Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat YEAHH (Chorus) (Verse 2 - T.I.) Hey Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain't even high yet Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fly yet Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin' They done gave us 20 mil, well big deal pimpin' Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin' 'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin' Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions Like me at 13, out in no supervision Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin' Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block Keep the hatin' to yourself, 'cause that AK be on the block Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Young Jeezy) Let's go 1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow Mr. seventeen five, ya damn right it's gon' snow Told y'all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True) LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score I turn the brick into a label, nigga I'm a boss Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss (Haha) Sold two million records, and half a million O's (Damn) Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' real Just my ears alone, is like a quarter a mil' (That's right) Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup) I do it for the streets and mutha f**kers love it Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha f**kin' ass (HaHa) Wassup (Chorus) (Hook - Young Buck) I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws |
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| 4:46 |
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(Feat Jazze Pha)
(Intro - Jazze Pha) Yeah! Poetry in motion one take daddy this is how we do it in person man Ladies AND Gentleman! You are now tuned in to the very best Jazze Phizzel Jazze Pha that is for all you numbskulls out there Hey speakin of pimpin thats my nigga Young Buck!! (Chorus - Jazze Pha) Just hop in my ride If you want some We can only get high If you want some Gotta open them wide If you want some I can see in your eyes that you want some I know you want me shawty I Know (x4) I know you want me I Know (x4) I know you want me shawty I Know (x4) I know you want me I Know (x4) I know you want me shawty (Verse 1 - Young Buck) These hoes out here love me I get it wet N*ggas old ladies want to f*ck me You should see the sh*t I'm nuthin like them other thugs That eat it quick Too many n*ggas in this club I need a b*tch We park right up in the front You see the six I puff some smoke up out my blunt And pop the Chris I gotta find me a model I like em thick I make her hop in my Impala Go take a trip Clean off my shoe and pop my collar I'm rich b*tch Oh what you never seen a balla Well this is it I make that p*ssy feel good 'Til you tell me quit And I won't tell nobody that you let me hit Sike! (Chorus - Jazze Pha) (Verse 2 - Young Buck) Okay then shawty if you ready Then lets go Lets take it from the dirty to the East and West Coast A couple shots of Patron Lets have a sex show I got a lot but baby you can be my best ho I see you watchin a playa She like my dress code Rockin these Cardieys Drinkin that X-O I know a place that we can go And get low You wit a gangsta You ain't never felt like this before And if you know that p*ssy good Then hit tha floor Shake that a*s like you should Go get that dough I'll make you love me if you let me Fo' real though See down here we put Chevy's ridin' real slow So come on (Chorus - Jazze Pha) (Bridge - Young Buck) Don't get scared girl Show me what you got Show me what you got Just show me what you got I said Don't get scared girl Show me what you got Show me what you got Just show me what you got C'mon Don't get scared girl Show me what you got Show me what you got Just show me what you got I said Don't get scared girl Show me what you got Just show me what you got Just show me what you got !! (Chorus - Jazze Pha) (Outro - Jazze Pha) You are now tuned in to the very best The very best Jazze Phizzel Productizzel Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel Hey we doin' it real big man South squashin' pimpin' and monster makin' man Jazze Pha and Young Buck Tennessee connection man South Memphis meets Cashville Ten-A-Key Ten-A-Key We doin' it real big man Ten-A-Key Pimpin', USA Baby Man it feels like Suade Baby I mean what do you expect Baby? Show Me what you got (x3) Go on sing it boy You the beatifulest thing here Don't let em stop you |
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| 17. |
| 6:54 |
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Yeah man is like I don't been to so much man I don't see so much shit out here man, all this material shit this shit don't mean a shit to me man, No its like I didn't do so much man I aint got no shit to show for man, no f**k the world man, no Buck the world, yeah Buck the world I like that, yeeaah (Verse:) Everybody trying to KILL me I don't have no friends I bought myself in this mothaf**king Benz Don't u DISS me, nothings going right and yeah I wanna fight So im jumping in the night u gonna RESPECT me I don't wanna talk my nerves bad and I having suicide on thoughts Somebody WATCHING me I can feel the heat who ever in here is scared I can hear they heart beat and they are not STOPPING me Im out of control like a nigga locked up then just got out of the hole What the DO TO ME, put me in this game give me all this fame And expect for me to change my f**king mind (Chorus:) U mothaf**kas don't know me (lets go) U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah) U mothaf**kas don't know me (come on) U mothaf**kas don't know me (Verse:) I am not going to jail, we gonna smoke our weed We don't need no help, u don't wanna f**k with me I do not tell, ya wont get enough, Im from the neighbourhood where we thought our first, put you out of my way, I had a bad day My brother wouldn't die if I had my AK, ya don't feel me I am on the edge, so when I woke up on the wrong side on the bed U don't love me, u just like my call and if im ever with broke u find another star, don't u touch me, I don't need a wife I love my lil girl but her momma needs a life (Chorus:) U mothaf**kas don't know me (come on) U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah) U mothaf**kas don't know me (lets go) U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah) U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah) The business is entertainment And what entertains the customers is the sight of blood Cam, i mean i was being nice to him Okay i' get him Yo niggaz worship the ground i walk on i make mills of the tracks i talk on its king, KING |
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