1.Lose My Mind
Yeah man is like I don't been trough so much man
I don't see so much shit out here man
All this material shit man this shit don't mean shit to me man
You know its like I done did so much man I ain't got no shit to
show for it man
Fuck The World man, naw Buck the world, yeah Buck the world I
like that, yeeaah
Everybody trying to KILL me
I don't have no friends
I'm by myself in this motherfucking Benz
Don't you TEST me, nothings going right and yeah I wanna fight
So I'm jumping in the night you gonna RESPECT me
I don't wanna talk my nerves bad and I having suicidal thoughts
Somebody WATCHING me I can feel the heat who ever in here is
scared
I can hear they heart beat and they ain't no STOPPING me
I'm out of control like a nigga locked up then just got out of
the hole
What they DO TO ME, put me in this game give me all this fame
And expect for me to change my fucking mind
You motherfuckers don't know me (Lets go)
You motherfuckers don't know me (Yeah)
You motherfuckers don't know me (Come on)
You motherfuckers don't know me
I am not going to jail, we gonna smoke our weed
We don't need no help, you don't wanna fuck with me
I do not tell, ya wont get enough
I'm from the neighborhood where we throw the first punch
Get out 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 of the bed
You don't love me, You just like my car
And if I ever went broke you find another star
don't you touch me, I don't need a wife I love my lil girl but
her momma needs a life
You motherfuckers don't know me (Lets go)
You motherfuckers don't know me (Yeah)
You motherfuckers don't know me (Come on)
You motherfuckers don't know me (Yeah)
Young Buck Featuring Jazzy Pha
Lyricist：Phalon Alexander, David Darnell Brown, Cedric Allen Williams
Yeah, poetry in motion, man one take daddy
This is how we do it in person, man
Ladies and gentleman, you are now tuned into the very best
Jazze Phizzle Washingtonzel
Jazze Pha that is for all you numbskulls
Hey, speakin of pimpin', that's my nigga Young Buck
Just hop in my ride if you want some
We can roll and get high if you want some
Gotta open it wide if you want some
I can see in your eyes that you want some
I know you want me shorty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me shorty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me shorty
These hoes out here want me, I get it wet
Niggaz old ladies wanna fuck me, you should see this shit
I'm nothin' like them other thugs, that eat it quick
Too many niggaz in this club, I need a bitch
We park right up in the front, you see the six
I blew some smoke out from my blunt and popped the cris
I gotta find me a model, I like 'em thick
I make her hop in my Impala, go take a trip
Clean up my shoe and pop my collar, I'm rich bitch
Oh, what you never seen a baller, well this is it
I make that pussy feel good, till you tell me quit
And I won't tell nobody that you let me hit, sike
Just hop in my ride if you want some
We can roll and get high if you want some
Gotta open it wide if you want some
I can see in your eyes that you want some
I know you want me shorty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me shorty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me shorty
Ok, then shorty if you ready, then let's go
Let's take it from the dirty to the east and west coast
A couple shots of Patron let's have a sex show
I got a lot, but baby you can be my best hoe
I see you watchin' a playa she like my dress code
Rockin' these Cartier's drinkin' that S.O.
I know a place that we can go and get low
You with a gangsta you ain't never felt like this befo'
And if you know that pussy good, then hit the flo'
Shake that ass like you should, go get that dough
I make you love me if you let me, fo' real though
See down here we push Chevy's ridin' real slow, so come on
Just hop in my ride if you want some
We can roll and get high if you want some
Gotta open it wide if you want some
I can see in your eyes that you want some
I know you want me shorty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me shorty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me shorty
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
Come on 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
Just hop in my ride if you want some
We can roll and get high if you want some
Gotta open it wide if you want some
I can see in your eyes that you want some
I know you want me shorty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me shorty
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you want me shorty
You are now tuned into the very best
Jazze Phizzle Washingtonzel
Hey, we do it real big man
Jazze Phizzle and Young Buck
Tennessee connection man
Southern Memphis meets with Cashville
This is young buck man, I mean it feels this way
What else do you expect baby
Show me what you got, show me what you got
Show me what you got, yeah
'Gon sing it, boy, you're the beautifulest thing man
Don't let 'em stop you now
Young Buck Featuring TI, Young Jeezy ＆ Pimp C
Lyricist：Phalon Anton Alexander, Michael Barnett, Will Jr Barnett,
David Brown, Chad Butler, G Clinton, Clifford Jr Harris, Jay W
Jenkins
Ladies and gentlemen
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
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 it, 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 it, I, I gotta get it, get it
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 at 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 fuckin' with 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, yeah
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 it, 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 it, I, I gotta get it, get it
Hey, remember standin' in the trap with 5 or 6 over-vision and a
pirate
That nigga who ordered 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 more and I ain't even fly yet
Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin'
They done gave her 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 with rock to standin' on the top
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 it, 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 it, I, I gotta get it, get it
Let's go, 1 for the bread and 2 for the blow
Miss the 17 fire, 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
L.A. 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
I sold two million records and half a million O's
Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks
You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't for real
Just my ears alone is like a quarter a mil
Hit ya by the tech and blow half your budget
I do it for the streets and motherfuckers love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that's thug motivation for your motherfuckin' ass
Wassup？
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 it, 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 it, I, I gotta get it, get it
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
4.Clean Up Man
Aiyyo you niggaz done ate long enough
G-UNIT! OHH!
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
Motherfucker 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
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 fuck 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
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 motherfuckin soldier
They thought it was over, he let me out the cage (hey!)
So now they got me standin on this goddamn stage, like
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
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 fuckin minds man, ha ha
Aiyyo man I got this shit right now, ya mean？
Get the FUCK 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...
Young Buck Featuring Kokane
Aye-Uh Huh Huh Huh
Don't ask me where tha fuck I'm from, or whudd set I claim
I git money (Yuh!), I got a lil' bit of both games in me
Niggas hate so tha marshburg hang with me
Feds wanna tap up my phone, 'cause they can't git me
I mite as well give it to ya since Dre sent me
Just sit back and kick ya feet up, okayye 50？
I'm on 1 and I just begun
I dare one of these blood claats come test me gun
Tha rude bwoi of tha south let me in dis bitch
I just wish Tupac was here to witness dis
Give me room to breathe and I'ma blow you away
I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day
Ayyyye, somebody gotta do it y'all
See I done been locked up and I don't know who tha call
It's my time, so everybody jump on tha train
With tha A.K. aimed I can shootdown a plane (Mothafucka!)
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong？ (Makes you wanna do
wrong？)
Just to wake up early, afta hustlin' all night long
(Yeh-eh-eh-eh-uhh)
My gun damn near bigga then me
I ain't tha nigga to beef
'Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentionin' me
I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencin' me
My homeboi come in tha courtroom and hit him with 3
I got tha mind of a nigga 'bout to git him a kii (Yuh!)
All tha feins lined up, they just waitin' fo' me
Betta hurry-hurry, it's about to go down
And don't cha worry, I brought a 100 rounds (Buck!)
We gon' count to ten and then put tha clips in
Whoeva is tha last man standin' wins (C'monn)
You throw some money in tha hood and it always works
My niggas crazy, they'll dig a dead body from tha durrt (Yeahh)
Betta watch ya mouth, 'cause I been watchin' ya house
I'm in the bushes like 'When dis nigga gon' come out？!'
It's enough of dis he say she say shit
Now it's time to find out who you wit'
Tha streets ain't got no love (Oh but I'm a nigga on top of
thangs)
These niggas don't feel my pain (Oh these niggas don't got a
clue what I been through mayn')
But I ain't even lookin' for love (Oh but I ain't lookin' fo'
all ya sympathy)
I gots to just do my thang
Young Buck Featuring Young Jeezy
Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Aldrin Davis, Jay Jenkins, Ian Lewis
6 1 5, Cashville, we buck, yeah
Toomp, I got you, nigga
A.T.L. to Cashville, nigga
Aiyyo Jeezy, whattup nigga？
Aiyyo, it's on me tonight, nigga
Let's get it
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ho, bitch, you better 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, I hit ya ass up
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
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
It's Young, Jizzle and the homie, Buck
We still ridin' dirty, think we givin' a fuck？
Headed 75 South for 75 blocks
Hundred miles an hour, past 75 cops
And straight to the mac, hit 75 spots
And I'm back down, Atlanta, copped 75 drops
So on first sip, I made about a grand
You ask me what I need, I tell 'em bring the whole van
All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans
I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams
See cuz, over there, he'll kill ya ass for nothin'
C.T.E. and motherfucker, we buckin', nigga
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ho, bitch, you better 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, I hit ya ass up
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
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
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, a piece, 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 nothin'
6 1 5, Cashville, we buckin'
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ho, bitch, you better 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, I hit ya ass up
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
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ho, bitch, you better 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, I hit ya ass up
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
Young Buck Featuring 50 Cent
Lyricist：David Brown, Curtis Jackson, Clyde Lovern Otis, Andre Romell
Young
Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherfucker
Aiyyo 50, aiyyo, this nigga barely breathin', nigga
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
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
I hit your heart, you dead, I squeeze till the semi run out
Niggaz know me good and 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 till the Mac-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this bitch in your direction, mayne
Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin'
Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-four drop, same nigga on top
Don't blame me if your motherfuckin' 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 fuck with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me？
Motherfucker, I got bread
It won't be long 'fore you dead
If you can't hold on, nigga, hold on
It seems like it never lasts
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead
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'
Like nobody seen nothin', these niggaz is silent
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real niggaz, we don't fuck around with the nonsense
Murder one, shit, that's how it get, motherfucker, what？
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, fuck the kids, I don't play that shit
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？
If you can't hold on, nigga, hold on
It seems like it never lasts
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead
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 fuck up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha
Push a knife through your chest, boy, I ain't fuckin' wit cha
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
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
Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast
Black Dickie suit and a fuckin' black ski mask
Shoot first, this is how I react and we act
Like it's nothin', Cashville niggaz used to that, listen
If you can't hold on, nigga, hold on
It seems like it never lasts
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead
Young Buck Featuring Chester Bennington
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 motherfucker 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, a change of plans
Shot herself in the back puttin the gun in her pants
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
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 fucked up, cause her life don't end
And she locked up, so she dyin in the pen', damn
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
Young Buck Featuring Lyfe
Woke up screaming fuck 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
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 fuck
But I swear, as long as I'm breathin, I'm hustlin
I'm thuggin, and this is the reason because I
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
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 fuck with Dre, I was feelin like
10.Push Em Back
(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 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!
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, I ain't certain ya
No body neva heard-a ya, you fuckin' wit' some murderas
Look at my wrist, look at my bitch
She hold a 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 Woo (Yuh!), I need some elbow room
Got me spillin' liquer at the club, go so soon
Burn this bitch up, we 'bout to +Git Buck+
Gimme the light, tell the DJ turn my shit up (It's on now)
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!
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 commited
I still got the nerds to sell it 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 the lane for me, 'cause I deserved this
I wonder what my enemies git when they hurr this (Let's Goo!)
Ha-ha
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!
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me (Aye, Aye!)
Gotta runna gramms 50, and my A.K. wit' me
If a mothafucka hit me, I'ma knock his head off!
I ain't scared non of y'all bitch, I'm runnin' from the law
(Whudd!)
Put'cha trigga fingas up, if ya wann' knock they head off!
Push-a-weight, all thru the state
It's like I speed up, when they tell me 'But 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 did, but'chu
can't (Ayye)
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..
Young Buck Featuring Ky-Mani Marley
I need err'body!
To put the lighters in the air!
Light it up!
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass (4x)
Now err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'thang
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
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'thang
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
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'thang
Now okay if god made pot, and man made beer
Then who the fuck 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
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'thang
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')
We bout to get
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'body
Puff, puff pass (4x)
We gotten err'thang
(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
13.Buss Yo' Head
Aight rap niggaz (yeah!)
You got 24 hours to live nigga (ha ha)
Your time's up right motherfuckin now nigga
Dah dah dah dahhhh
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 motherfuckin head ho (who wanna diiiie？)
I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide)
I'll bust they motherfuckin head ho (who wanna diiiie？)
I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide)
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
Fuck 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'fucker
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)
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'
(Beef) Is when I see you niggaz on the streets
The barrel of the beretta knock out motherfuckers 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 motherfucker
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
HEY! Yeah
Niggaz know who it is nigga
It's ya homeboy Young Buck motherfuckers!
And I just beat another motherfuckin 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!!
Young Buck Feat. Snoop ＆ Trick Daddy
I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fooooool
Oooh, I ain't fuckin wit youuuuuu
Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no tellin what I'd do
Oooh, I ain't fuckin wit youuuuuu
You think I'm a fool (I don't know you niggaz)
Uh-uh, fuckin fuckin wit you (I ain't fuckin wit you niggaz)
Ain't no tellin what I do to you (I ain't fuckin wit you niggaz)
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, I ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
Fuck y'all
He used to be a hustler, he ain't real no mo'
Cause it's some shit in the hood we wanna kill you fo'
Loose lips sink ships, tattle-tellin gets you killed fast
I hope you get knocked off wit your snitchin ass
Made a deal cause the jail had you scared
Can't do your time so you sold to the Feds
Nigga kill yourself, you a dead man walkin
L.T. got life, and homie still ain't talkin
So all of them niggaz puttin wires on
Don't say nuttin when your family get fired on
They say your man took the stand and he didn't think twice
They took his life, and they didn't think twice
It's an eye for an eye, you rat you die
Ain't nobody 'posed to know when the pack arrive
See the judge is the pimp cause he made you snitch
Light you up and he didn't pay you shit, who the bitch？
Ha ha
You think I'm a fool, huh？
Naw Cuz, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin wit you
Nah nah, nah nah, nah, nah.. you know what？
Ain't no tellin what I do to you, I do to you, I do to you
Do to you, nigga, ay check this out Buck
Trip, me and Cuz used to dress alike, wear the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, my nigga for life, so the gang goes
Nigga used to bang with me, smoke dope with me
Sold coke with me, went low with me, we gon' fold fifty
Oh so shifty, bitchy bitchy switch the game up
Put me in the frame up, nigga came up
Sellin 'caine for us, tryin to make a name for us
Sticky, it's tricky and quite dangerous, cuff and chain him up
Make him talk I bet he squeal, real shit I'm dishin out
Why you niggaz be bitchin now？ I ain't make it up
I ain't break it up, Cuz you keep me on some bullshit
I ain't with that bullshit, my nigga I'm on this real shit
Stack a bill shit, crack a meal ticket
Every time I spills nig', yeah I'm on this real shit
Now, don't you, come to the house Cuz, on the dub
Cuz I put my gun in your mouth, now nigga bounce (bounce bounce)
You think I'm a fool, a fool
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin fuckin wit you
Ain't no tellin what I do to you, ain't tellin what I do to you
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
Hmm, the life I'm livin, and how I do my thug thizzle
Separates me from all of them fuck niggaz
See I don't deal with niggaz who ain't real
He in character, playin some life that ain't his
He testify, wasn't wise and make deals
So stop talkin on the phone boy, the streets got ears
Here's some niggaz doin 20 to 30 years
that'll lie on yo' ass, and knock five off his
Affiliation with niggaz that's living ruggedly
will get a nigga like me, charged with conspiracy
Before you know it you been followed by the knuckleheads
And yo' job is to make his ass do his
Bein in the wrong place, can really hurt your case
And ain't no sense to talkin in codes, they already know
Them niggaz who you used to hustle with before
Kinda wanna play the role so they already told, you know
You think I'm a fool, a fool
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, fuckin fuckin wit you
Ain't no tellin what I do to you, ain't tellin what I do to you
Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
I ain't fuckin wit you...
15.Get Buck
(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!
(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)
17.Money Good
(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!!
18.When The Rain Stops (Single)
Summertime drop top shit, ya know (hey, what it do!)＊
Yeah (it's goin down, we pullin the cars out man)
When the rain stops
(Let's ride), come on, (you know what it is), come on
Yeah (hey), hey (I'm talkin about Cashville sunshine)
You know what it is (Miami sunshine)
when the rain stops
(California sunshine), let's get it
Hey, what it do shorty, yeah (hey)
Woke up ready to shine, I'm ready to grind
In '08, I was '09, ahead of my time
I'm about to give it to 'em (give it to 'em), yeah fresh out the
shop (what？)
Let me call Big Rich, tell him pull out his drop
I walk in my walk in closet
Shorty got a outfit for me but I already bought it (yeah)
Breakfast, yes it's the morning blunt (aight)
I get a couple more in me, then we goin to lunch (woo)
Put on my necklace, white gold, nothin too reckless (nah)
But just enough ice to make you haters respect this (okay)
Garage door open, about to do my thizzle (come on)
Shit goin good 'til I felt that drizzle (damn)
(Hey Buck, where you at？)
Right back in my drop top, make the front end hop
Hit the block, when the - rain stops
I'm donut ridin and I can't stop, sittin high, no lie, just
watch
When the - rain stops
We trappin over here around the clock, got the block on lock
It don't matter if the - rain stops
Now make it rain (make it rain)
Make it rain (make it rain)
Make it rain (make it rain)
Rain drops
Day turns to night as the rain pours (yeah)
Wet streets, still I'm a do what I came for (let's go)
Black skies got the ghetto inside (hey!)
All the hustlers that was tired, waitin on the sunrise (yeah)
Right back before all the mud dries (what？)
This is what happens (when？), when a thug cries (aight)
I'm everywhere like a Crip with Blood ties (what it do)
My niggaz like 'Buck let one of us drive' (hold up)
They know I'm gon be doin a buck five (yeah!)
Brand new rims (hey!), plus tires (haha)
Even if the storm don't stop (yeah), when it does get hot
(what？)
You can bet the whole pot, I am in the hood like
See I remember way back
When my grandmother used to be like
'Boy turn that TV off, it's raining outside' (haha, haha)
And just like then
I can't wait to get back out there, so I can keep shinin on you
hatin ass niggaz
It's Young Buck bitch, hey! (hey ...)
And just know one thing shorty, it can't rain forever baby
I'm comin (I'm comin), I'll be on my way to get it (on my way to
get it)
Yeah (yeah), just hold up for a minute (when the rain stops)
And yeah, you know what to do
Just turn me up and listen to them (rain drops, haha)
DJs know what it is, the streets know what I'm a do (When the
rain stops, let's go)
And then it's right back (then it's right back)
But y'all always gon' hear them (rain drops)
(Hey Buck, where you at？)
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