Young Buck Unreleased Songs

1.Lyric

I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches
No job all they wanna do is smoke swishas
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 ferarri 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 the 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

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
Bet they tell ya bun b is straight mothafuckin' g'
A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
Trillest nigga in the flesh you can't fuck wit' it
Got the german hand guns they shoot 2 2 3
Bust through ya condo n rip open ya knees (rip open ya knees)
My nigga please you don't want it save your breath
By myself imma ride till no enemy is left
When the middle finger niggas hit your block like insurgents
Theres no deterants from us cleanin' your clock like detergents
Buck they don't think i am nigga please
Why this pimp i bet they die before they reach their first
Mothafuckin' sale
I rep them underground kings fuck 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 the 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

They call me m dot mjg i mean
I'm packin' some weight
They ain't talkin bout trill jeans
Cuz 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 run 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 fuckin' cap

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 fire in it up
Security don't stop the weed from findin' us
Industry dick suckas keep runnin ya mouth
And imma give ya motherfuckas 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 the cars or the trips that i take
That make em wanna hate, won't you say it to 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


2.Got 5 On It

(feat. Lil' Flip)

Welcome To The Hood Volume 1
I don't need a scale nigga I know how much that is
Hey Flip pass the weed nigga
Why you talkin about 5 500 hundred nigga we buyin dro
Nigga you know what it is nigga
What you smokin' on nigga？
I'm smokin' on that fresh shit

I got 5 on it
Smokin' on that Endo weed
I got 5 on it
smokin' with them Clover Gees
I got 5 on it
Twist it up and smoke the sack
I got 5 on it

The block too hot these niggas ain't playin in fact they die
over greed
While I smoke weed
With red here
Ya'll niggas know I flip them bizzirds
Ya'll niggas know I sip that Sizzurp
I comin' from Houston the home of Face boy
I'm a bad boy like Puffy and Mase boy
The bigger the pistol the bigger the bullet bitch
Don't play with me cause I'm eager to pull it trick
What you about that purple haze？
I smoke that shit that'll make you miss work for days
I got bricks of coke and pounds of dro
And I don't discuss business around them hos (oh no)
I ain't tryin' to be that nigga gettin cuffed up
Rule number one don't ever talk much
Rule number two keep them niggas out ya crib
Cause you just can't show everybody where you live
Niggas think I changed
Cause I got a little change
But the money and the fame
Came along with the game
Now you wonder why we get high
Just to get by motherfucker!

I got 5 on it
Smokin' on that Endo weed
I got 5 on it
smokin' with them Clover Gees
I got 5 on it
Twist it up and smoke the sack
I got 5 on it
(Lil Flip：) yeah now puff puff pass nigga lets get high

What you know about that Blueberry Kush, Strawberry Haze？
That shit that have a nigga ass high for days
My eyes bloodshot red I'm tryin to stay in the fastlane
The blunts still burnin' and the police on my ass mayne (fuck
ya'll)
I don't pay for weed my white boys show me love
They be like 'Here Buck, dog I brought some bud'
Ain't nothin' like that California marijuana
You wake up the next day the smell still on ya
Pass the ganja and
Light ya lighters man
Raise your hand if you a true Bob Marley fan
Can't get enough of Ms. Mary Jane
When I leave the bitch she keep callin' my name
Whenever I come around
She says I break her down
She brought half of her friends and she bringin' a pound
Everybody gettin' high thats how its supposed to be
If you got that real shit come and smoke with me Young Buck!

And I ain't talking bout no motherfuckin' brown weed neither
nigga
I know alot of ya'll niggas out there think ya'll smokin' dro
But ya'll smokin' pretend-o (get it？)

I got 5 on it
Smokin' on that Endo weed
I got 5 on it
smokin' with them Clover Gees
I got 5 on it
Twist it up and smoke the sack
I got 5 on it


3.Court Date

True, I'm in the hood like you
Same hunk of pains everyone go through
I'm just gettin' it, do what I do
I'm hated by many and loved by few

Naw, you don't even have a clue what kind of bills is due
The boys in blue, niggaz try to kill me too
So I hustle, I hustle, I hustle, you can' stop my hustle
My bonds been paid, bitch made niggaz get outta the way

These fuck boys thought I wasn't gettin' out today
Okay, knock knock, open up
(Pow pow)
Woke 'em up
Woke him up, like motherfucker you done told him, what

DEA go a search warrant what I did
Roughed my bitch up and put the cuffs on my kids
Man, everybody actin' like they didn't say nothin'
Ye, you like from your lyin', my court dates comin'

My court dates comin'
My court dates comin'
My court dates comin'
My court dates comin'

The days gettin' shorter, my nights gettin' longer
Life is a bitch, but I love this hoe, so I'm on her
My lawyer need money or he say he ain't comin'
And I'm thinkin' 'bout runnin' but they still got my woman

If you ain't did nothin', sittin' in cell six
She ain't ever seen nothin', so she couldn't tell shit
Tryin' to take my kids, they say the parents aren't fit
What they found, ain't no tellin' what the parents might get

But I tell 'em like this, I was sellin' them bricks
Puttin' mine through school, fuck what I'm wearin' on my wrist
Now my court date comin', of course they're wonderin'
If I'm really goin' to show up, for one 'til the roll up

My brains sayin' hold up, my body sayin' go
Get it over with, don't play with them white folks
So I hustle, I hustle, I hustle, you can' stop my hustle

My court dates comin'
My court dates comin'
My court dates comin'
My court dates comin'

In twenty-four hours, my dreams is devoured
The DA hate me and the judge is a coward
My house paid for, my kids got allowance
My mama all good, I got somethin' to be proud of

So I'ma lay it down, do it on my own when I'm wrong
Fuck my hoes, I'll get at 'em when I'm home

'Cause I hustle, I hustle, so fuck you, fuck you
Never loved her, never did trust you
Fuckin' up the pain, call a nigga name up
Phone just rang, I answered you hang up

The hallway full of spectators
Black and white people reading over court papers
My name gets called, I'm prepared for it all
Nowhere to sit, the court room too small

I hear by law, I order you to come tomorrow
My lawyer put it off, so that means that

My court dates comin'
My court dates comin'
My court dates comin'
My court dates comin'


4.Bonafide Hustler Ft. 50 Cent ＆ Tony Yayo

Lyricist：Homer Banks, Marvin Bernard, David Darnell Brown, Carl
Mitchell Hampton, Curtis James Jackson, Raymond Earl Jackson

Yeah, I'm a special kinda nigga with mine's y'know
I grind I gets my paper, you know what I mean？
Ha, ha, ha

I'm a Bonafide Hustler, nigga get outta line I'll cut ya'
Me, I'm 'bout my paper it's fuck ya'
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind
With my nine I'm a Bonafide Hustler

They say heaven's for church go'ers and hell's for the heathens
So Im'a just ball the fuck out while I'm breathin'
8th after 8th, what you know about that fast flip？
Crack spots smokey fiends suckin' on that glass dick

Man sham stay askin' for a dime for nine
I tell you what, I hook you up this one last time
Custody's comin' son is pumpin' watch the packs dissolve
Save Reciedo some food stamps we stackin' it off

Pass that joint what's his name son？ I don't remember
The Haitian nigga with the guitar that sang, 'Gone In November'
I do a buck 40 in the rain hydro plainin'
Now we can get a Diablo Candy-Painted

Got that hydro burnin' got the burner in the stash
Hit the hazards hit the A.C. then it come out the dash
If I go in the club son and niggas start dumbin'
Start shootin' an' I ain't strapped, fuck it I'm runnin'

I'm a Bonafide Hustler, nigga get outta line I'll cut ya'
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's fuck ya'
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind
With my nine

I'm a Bonafide Hustler, nigga get outta line I'll cut ya'
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's fuck ya'
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind
With my nine, I'm a Bonafide Hustler

I been out here for too long I deserve to get a bird
The fiend's know my name now from standin' on this curb
I got blood on my shirt and a hand full of crack
A bunch of lil' niggas with dime sack's in they backpacks

Come and get it, we got it, take a trip to the Projects
You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless
Niggas know me from fillin' up ya heroine needles
I'm connected with them people who don't speak no English

We ain't scared of the row we just get it and go
When you see them Tennessee tags nigga you already know
I don't trust no hoes that's how T got popped
He showed the bitch where his stash was she told it to the cops

Me and Priest had the streets on lock
He'd break down the blocks I'd open up shop around the clock
And I ain't gon' stop so soon as you come home from the pen
We at it again we gettin' it for 10 my nigga

I'm a Bonafide Hustler, nigga get outta line I'll cut ya'
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's fuck ya'
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind
With my nine

I'm a Bonafide Hustler, nigga get outta line I'll cut ya'
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's fuck ya'
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind
With my nine, I'm a Bonafide Hustler

You know I'ma hustler yeah
Now I'm headed down south and that's my word
I'm on a Greyhound 'bout to move these birds
And if these niggas don't let me sling, I'm out there robbin'
everythin'

Got a brand new Mack, and a P-89
Yeah he's a hustler man I stay on the grind
9 grams of heroine 100 grams of Coke
12 O's of mushrooms 2 pounds of smoke

3 Gal's of Dust Juice and a tank of L.S.D.
And a 1000 pills of every kind of Extacy
Hash, Ha-sheesh, I bought a '62
When I was younger with my crew I had them niggas sniffin' glue

It's 40 cinnagrams to them trucker's and bammer's
And I can chef up a miracle with arm and Hamme
I'm a hustler, man I supply the fiends
I'm a hustler, nigga I'll sell you a dream

I'm a Bonafide Hustler, nigga get outta line I'll cut ya'
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's fuck ya'
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind
With my nine

I'm a Bonafide Hustler, nigga get outta line I'll cut ya'
Me, I'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind
With my nine, I'm a Bonafide Hustler


Lyricist：David Brown, Lamarquis Jefferson, Craig Love, L Nix, Jonathan
H Smith

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 motherfucker, y'all

Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now

Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, 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

Diamonds in my chain, a Chevy in my yard
And a baby blue Phantom that I keep in the garage
Come here, let me talk to you, show you what my grill 'bout
Ice like Paul Wall but I can't take mine out

Let's play the game 'Big bank take 'lil bank'
Flood it like Katrina, make sure that your ship sank
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
I ain't goin' to the club till all my work gone
I'm leanin' on the leather and grippin' on the wood
And I can build whatever, you know my money good, yeah

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real nigga should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them hoes
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I got my mind on my money, my money on my 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

I'm sellin' everythang and savin' every 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

Fifty for the watch, a hundred for the bracelet
I'm headed to the top, I can damn near taste it
I represent my block and give away the ones
The hustle never stops, so my job is never done

So tell me what it costs and show me who the boss
Put your money where your mouth is, I'ma 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

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real nigga should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them hoes
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

Go and do your thang, just don't get caught
Let your money talk, I let my money talk for me
If shorty wanna hate, then tell the bitch to walk
Let your money talk, I let my money talk for me

Call me what you want but you can't call me broke
'Cause gettin' big bags of money's all we know
Marble floors in the projects, ghetto millionaire
All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear

Bentley outside by the ice cream truck
Just ride through the hood, ask 'em if they seen Buck
Thought I wouldn't make it but look at me now
That's why I painted the Benz the same color as Cristal

If can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real nigga should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them hoes
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

Get money, hey, get money
Get money, hey, get money


Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, K Crowe, Michael Masser, E Ortiz

Aight, rap, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊
You got 24 hours to live, ＊＊＊＊
Your time's up right ＊＊＊＊ now, ＊＊＊＊

Y'all ＊＊＊＊ ain't no ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
And y'all act like ＊＊＊＊ 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 more

I'll bust they ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust your ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust they ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust your ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊

Can't wait to see ya, homie, gotta keep that ＊＊＊＊ on me
Haters wanna leave me lonely but y'all ain't ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, ya ain't feelin' me, what you eat don't make me ＊＊＊＊
I'm cleanin' my ＊＊＊＊ and wipin' off these ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Shawty like to ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ and she set up good licks
I treat her like a pit and holla, get 'em, girl, get his ＊＊＊＊

You know, if you snitch, what we do to tattletales
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ your bottom lip, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ to you in the ＊＊＊＊
I'm coverin' up my trails, I smell gunpowder
And the hood, hot as ＊＊＊＊ , 'cause of 48 hours
All my ＊＊＊＊ tryin' to ＊＊＊＊ a rapper and get a ＊＊＊＊
Take his platinum and his fur, get in the back of that hearse

Y'all ＊＊＊＊ ain't no ＊＊＊＊ , y'all ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
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 more

I'll bust they ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust your ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust they ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust your ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊

Listen to the ＊＊＊＊ when he open up his mouth
Be quiet, you can hear them ＊＊＊＊ call
Listen to the ＊＊＊＊ when he open up his mouth
Be quiet, you can hear them ＊＊＊＊ call

Yes, I brought a ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ me before I lay it down, yeah

I was on the news for knockin' him out his shoes
But the dude's got a son that go to my daughter's school
So I'm cool 'cause I can grab what he loves 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 ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, so everybody move slow
Biggie Smalls said it, 'If I go, you got to go'

Y'all ＊＊＊＊ ain't no ＊＊＊＊, y'all ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
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 more

I'll bust they ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust your ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust they ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust your ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊

Beef, is when I see you ＊＊＊＊ on the streets
The ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ knock out ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊
Beef, just when you think it's good to go to sleep
I crawl from under the bed and put a ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, homie
Beef is probably what you rappers gonna die for
It's somethin' that we live by, somethin' that we ride for

It's beef, so when you see that '72 Caprice
With a ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
This is beef, just know that there will never be peace
This ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ make you ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ first

Y'all ＊＊＊＊ ain't no killers, y'all ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
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 more

I'll bust they ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust your ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust they ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊
I'll bust your ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊,＊＊＊＊

Hey, yeah, ＊＊＊＊ know who it is, ＊＊＊＊
It's ya homeboy, Young Buck, ＊＊＊＊
And I just beat another ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ case
You know what it is, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
The world keeps turnin', ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊
Get out the way 'cause I'm comin'


Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Timothy Clayton, Jamal F Jones, Zachary
Anson Wallace

Yeah, get 'em, Buck

Okay, I'm reloading my bankroll swole and I just can't fold it
I got 'em like, hey, got 'em rollin' the skittles on the way
And the champagne, frozen
Watch me do my thang, I got these groupies open
I'm ridin' presidential, I'm the one that they chose

Water with the work, Patron on my shirt
And a zip ain't ＊＊＊＊, I need a big bag, ya heard
Gon' break it down, pass it all around
I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
Them D boys in this, in this like, let me buy that
Them broke boys in this, in this like, let me try that

I need a beat in the ＊＊＊＊, let me call Polow
Mr. Tennakey, I still get 'em for the low though
Shawty, light up the ＊＊＊＊, I ain't ready to go
You can't ban me from the radio or mess up my show, you know

Haters tryin' to ban you boy, mayne, it's okay
I bounce back, watch me do my thang, it's okay
I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane, it's okay
I'm a boss, I can make it rain, it's okay

Now get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)

Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)

Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)

Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)

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

Eight ball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin'
Got the whole club leanin' wit it and body rockin'
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ in my cut, dawg, I got my truck parked
72, 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, forget what ya heard
I'm piecin' out my pack till I get what I deserve

Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin' on these ＊＊＊＊
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
I bet he got a vest, no, but I got respect though

Haters tryin' to ban you boy, mayne, it's okay
I bounce back, watch me do my thang, it's okay
I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane, it's okay
I'm a boss, I can make it rain, it's okay

Now get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)

Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)

Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)

Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck, whip it
(Watch me do the damn thang)

Yeah, you know what it is
How we do the damn thang down here, ＊＊＊＊
What you workin' with？

Yeah, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, now don't be in the club
Throwin' ya rent money, be broke in the mornin'
Where my boys at？ Yeah, shawty, I see you
Now pick up that damn money, hey, let's go


Lyricist：David Brown, Lamarquis Jefferson, Craig Love, L Nix, Jonathan
H Smith

G-Unit
Aiyyo, if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket
Aiyyo, make some noise in this ＊＊＊＊
'Cause I'm gettin' money like a ＊＊＊＊, y'all

Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now

Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now

26's got me big, big wheelin'
Money over ＊＊＊＊, 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

Diamonds in my chain, a Chevy in my yard
And a baby blue Phantom that I keep in the garage
Come here, let me talk to you, show you what my grill 'bout
Ice like Paul Wall but I can't take mine out

Let's play the game 'Big bank take lil' bank'
Flood it like Katrina, make sure that your ship sank
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
I ain't goin' to the club till all my work gone
I'm leanin' on the leather and grippin' on the wood
And I can build whatever, you know my money good, yeah

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real ＊＊＊＊ should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ＊＊＊＊
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I got my mind on my money, my money on my 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

I'm sellin' everythang and savin' every 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

Fifty for the watch, a hundred for the bracelet
I'm headed to the top, I can damn near taste it
I represent my block and give away the ones
The hustle never stops, so my job is never done

So tell me what it costs and show me who the boss
Put your money where your mouth is, I'ma 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

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real ＊＊＊＊ should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ＊＊＊＊
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

Go and do your thang, just don't get caught
Let your money talk, I let my money talk for me
If shorty wanna hate, then tell the ＊＊＊＊ to walk
Let your money talk, I let my money talk for me

Call me what you want but you can't call me broke
'Cause gettin' big bags of money's all we know
Marble floors in the projects, ghetto millionaire
All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear

Bentley outside by the ice cream truck
Just ride through the hood, ask 'em if they seen Buck
Thought I wouldn't make it but look at me now
That's why I painted the Benz the same color as Cristal

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real ＊＊＊＊ should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ＊＊＊＊
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

Get money, hey, get money
Get money, hey, get money


9.I Ain't F＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ Wit U!

Lyricist：Cordozar Calvin Broadus, David Darnell Brown, Tony L.
Cottrell, Dion Jenkins, Maurice Young

I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fool
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u
'Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no tellin' what I'd do
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u
F＊＊＊ 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？

I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fool
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u
'Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no tellin' what I'd do
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u

Trip, me and Cuz used to dress alike, wear the same clothes
F＊＊＊ 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

I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fool
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u
'Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no tellin' what I'd do
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u

The life I'm livin' and how I do my thug thizzle
Separates me from all of them f＊＊＊ 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

I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fool
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u
'Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no tellin' what I'd do
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u

I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u


10.Walk With Me (Ft. Stat Qou)

Lyricist：Stanley Bernard Benton, David Brown, George Roland Davis, V
Davis, A Harris, L Simon, Ajay Tribble

Shady, Aftermath in this bitch, ooh, young buck, stat quo
Ya understand me, nigga？
Aye nigga, they say we the new kings of the South
They say that ATL to Cashville, damn

I've been patiently waitin' to blow
But still on the block with the K and the Coke
See the Mexican's love me, they tell me, 'Keep on doin' it
homes'
They never seen a nigga go get it and bring it back home

I don't want out of them zones, I want the whole thing, G-Unit
We done started our own game, we ain't playin' no games
Duck tape 'em and take 'em to the hood
Don't get no blood on my leather and wood

Make it look good for the block
I be puttin' in my work, handlin' my business
I been on my knees, askin' my homeboys, 'Who did this？'
So fuck that, that's why I bust back

Spit my bars, get off tour, then go and cook crack
Look at me now, bitch, you don't know how rich
Lloyd banks, Yayo, 50 cent, Game Nigga, or I'll get
Solute a soldier when you see me
And I ain't one of those niggas out here stuntin' for TV
I gotta keep it gangsta

Now, I can show you how to put in work
And move them birds, I do that dirt
Now, all my real niggas, walk with me, yeah
Just walk with me, yeah, walk with me, yeah
C'mon walk with me, yeah

Now, I can show you how to put in work
And move them birds, I do that dirt
Now, all my real niggas, walk with me, yeah
Just walk with me, yeah, walk with me, yeah
C'mon walk with me, yeah

Yeah, the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Won't stop till he busts his kneel in, my cat's conceilin'
Bad bitches I'm drillin', he's sittin' on millions
Fuck what you feelin', violate my space, bare witness the
killin'

Stat'll dog, for a dollar 'cuz he known to finish
My account resembles spandex, how they stretch
Faggots play like a razor step, when the AK's and Teck's show up
They so quick to hoe up, but hold up

When the clamp has appeared they show up
Sayin' that snitch song shit, you lil' puss ass, bitch
Beg Tanya Lita how she get ya ass whiped
Why hustle at all, when you hustle backwards

Mo' money I get, mo' niggas be hatin'
I light fire to ya ass, they be callin' ya, Satan
GMM my organization, my obligation is to spit that shit
'Cuz the streets is waitin', yeah

Now, I can show you how to put in work
And move them birds, I do that dirt
Now, all my real niggas, walk with me, yeah
Just walk with me, yeah, walk with me, yeah
C'mon walk with me, yeah

Now, I can show you how to put in work
And move them birds, I do that dirt
Now, all my real niggas, walk with me, yeah
Just walk with me, yeah, walk with me, yeah
C'mon walk with me, yeah

I'm showin' no love to these cowards, I don't give a fuck
Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit, nigga, we'll hit you up
Country as I wanna be, but gangsta as they come
Loose lips sank ships, snitches die where I'm from

Get ya gun off safety, if ya plan on livin'
Don't make me cock it and pop it, I'll knock your head off with
it
Yeah, I've said, I've did it, 'cuz I did and I'm doin' it
Done came too far to let you bitch niggas ruin it

Yeah, every word I utter is simply octaine
I keeps it gunnin' and ya boy's the boss may'ne
The main thing, keep the main thing, the main thing
Stack cheese, grip grain, spit hotter than hot wing

Niggas, claimin' they hard, we know you square
Try to creep gun's like ties, I keeps a spare
Save them games for the arcade, ain't no scare
And we prepared for problems, 'cuz we right here, yeah

Now, I can show you how to put in work
And move them birds, I do that dirt
Now, all my real niggas, walk with me, yeah
Just walk with me, yeah, walk with me, yeah
C'mon walk with me, yeah

Now, I can show you how to put in work
And move them birds, I do that dirt
Now, all my real niggas, walk with me, yeah
Just walk with me, yeah, walk with me, yeah
C'mon walk with me, yeah

How ya'll see's that？ ATL shorty
Understand me, nigga, Cashville, bitch
G-Unit, nigga, GMM's my muthafuckin' squad, nigga
Shady, Aftermath, nigga

They be cuttin' them mo' fuckin' checks now
I ride big nigga, I got my thang danglin', nigga
And I gotta big thang out my balls, ya understand me
Dre and 'em'll feel ya, man, they gotta love niggas


11.Let Me In Ft. 50 Cent

Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Khari Cain, Curtis James Jackson

Yeah, it's 50 Cent, Young Buck, G-G-G-Unit
We get the club jumpin' from beginnin' to the end
Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit' losers or run wit' winners that win

I feel attention when I walk in the club
G-Unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I don't need security, this for 4 Nickel enough

I came to ball wit' y'all, buy up the bar and all
So bitches call ya hoes, and niggaz call ya dogs
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might never come home again nigga, aight

Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my life's like
Ridin' in Cashville and runnin' all stop lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin'
My momma just had a dream of seein' me in prison

My daddy's a dope find and I don't really miss him
Ain't seen him in 10 years and a nigga still livin'
The same old two step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get 'em Buck, you know I'm gonna get 'em

I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit' this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit' no I.D

I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit' this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit' no I.D

I know I'm sinnin' but I'm winnin' at the same time
Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin' to take mine
I'm back on the block, wit' a chopper and a Tech nine
Niggaz shootin' cops in the hood runnin' stop signs

G-UNIT, the game, bitches doin' what the thugs do
G's, D's, Vice Lords, Crips and the Bloods too
Move let me come through
Ain't a pair of handcuffs, can hold me

I'm ridin' in the old school, listenin' to some oldies
My goals keep shinin', them hoes keep cryin'
The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami

Hopin' Yayo watchin' Eminem, preform at the Grammys
The reason niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly can't stand me
'Cause I know money will make Halle Berry
Come out them panties, bitch

Y'all niggaz in trouble
They shoulda neva let me in, in

I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit' this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit' no I.D

I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit' this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit' no I.D

Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach 'em how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks
Now where ya hood at, Buck If you want to
We fifty deep up in here whatchu gonna do

Who want beef, I ain't come for no name callin'
Don't be mad 'cause we is and you ain't ballin'
Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks
Can't spend ya whole life payin' on ya car notes

It's alright if you still on the block boy
See I'ma cold young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets
And my peeps thas behind bars as soon as they come home
I'll go and buy them all cars, Young Buck

I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit' this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit' no I.D

I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit' this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit' no I.D

We get the club jumpin' from beginnin' to the end
Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers or run wit' winners that win


12.Can't Keep Livin

Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Dantae Tyson Mckinney, Rizin Sun

Life ain't 'posed to be like this, robbery and poverty
24 hour shifts to keep this cocaine off of me
Y'all ain't livin' how I'm livin', one mo' week I'm seein'
prison
'Cause to get what I'm after, a nigga might be missin'

I ain't listenin' to shit, hit the Sweet and load the clip
'Cause if crime didn't pay, then I'd be still on the strip
You niggaz still runnin' yo' lips, I be runnin' them zips
Up and down the interstate, makin' ten G's a trip

A hardheaded nigga, do whatever it takes
To go and get that bread nigga, heard what I said nigga？
Been misled for a long time, waited in a long line
Finally I'm here, now this rap game is mine

Keep the herb burnin', ain't nuttin' changed 'cause I'm worth
somethin'
Y'all know the Young Buck, I'ma leave this earth bluntin'
But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry
'Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary

Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid

Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid

Ain't no nigga out here heaven-sent, not on these streets
E'rybody want the Presidents 'cause niggaz gotta eat
So I try to leave no evidence and come when you sleep
In your residence nigga until my mission's complete

Stay draped in my heat, paranoid like that
You kill me？ R.I.P. I got boys like that
Who said they needed a white pack to strike back, shit
Just give me the right mac and nigga I'll be right back

Hardcore, and show these niggaz they don't want war
You want more？ Well gimme what I'm here for
Y'all know I been raw, from day one
This teenager with the big boys, gettin' the job done

Got a daddy, but he ignored both of his sons
Had to pay for my own way, as a child on the run
I ain't scary, the AK-47, I married
'Cause a nigga had to have that by any means necessary

Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid

Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid

Look what y'all done to me, forced a nigga to this point
Wouldn't feed me when I was hungry, I couldn't ignore it
But I stay to my lonely, and didn't show it
So when I killed you and your homies, you wouldn't know it

Cristal I let you po' it while I fuck with the Hennessey
All this time I'm the nigga that you pretend to be
Tables done turned now I'm like remember me？
The same lil' nigga you overcharged for a ki

Times hard on a G, you was larger than me
Young, but I ain't dumb, you ain't smarter than me
Give niggaz a inch, and they takin' the whole mile
So I hop out the 6, and I takin' they whole pile

Uh-uh whoa now, how many niggaz see this grown child
Shit gettin' hectic then you shut 'em down
Tennessee to Uptown, niggaz is thuggin', mean muggin'
Ain't no stoppin' I'm hot, and the game is what I'm lovin' nigga

Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid

All my nigga say
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid

Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid

Nigga
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid

Get money nigga


Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, K Crowe, Michael Masser, E Ortiz

Aight, rap, niggaz, yeah
You got 24 hours to live, nigga
Your time's up right motherfuckin' now, nigga

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 more

I'll bust they motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust your motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust they motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust your motherfuckin' head, hoe

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 your 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

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 more

I'll bust they motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust your motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust they motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust your motherfuckin' head, hoe

Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
Be quiet, you can hear them bodies call
Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
Be quiet, you can hear them bodies call

Yes, I brought a AK 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 loves 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 everybody move slow
Biggie Smalls said it, 'If I go, you got to go'

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 more

I'll bust they motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust your motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust they motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust your motherfuckin' head, hoe

Beef, is when I see you niggaz on the streets
The barrel of the beretta knock out motherfucker's 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 for
It's somethin' that we live by, somethin' that we ride for

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

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 more

I'll bust they motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust your motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust they motherfuckin' head, hoe
I'll bust your motherfuckin' head, hoe

Hey, yeah, niggaz know who it is, nigga
It's ya homeboy, Young Buck, motherfuckers
And I just beat another motherfuckin' gun case
You know what it is, nigga, top of Bulletsburg
The world keeps turnin', dead bodies come up every day, nigga
Get out the way 'cause I'm comin'


Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Timothy Clayton, Jamal F Jones, Zachary
Anson Wallace

Yeah, get 'em, Buck

Okay, I'm reloading 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 with the work, Petrone 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
You can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know

Haters tryin' to ban a nigga, mayne, it's okay
I bounce back, watch me do my thang, it's okay
I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane, it's okay
I'm a boss, I can make it rain, it's okay

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)

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

Eight ball 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
72, 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

Haters tryin' to ban a nigga, mayne, it's okay
I bounce back, watch me do my thang, it's okay
I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane, it's okay
I'm a boss, I can make it rain, it's okay

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)

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 goddamn money, hey, let's go


15.I'm A Soldier Ft.50 Cent

Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Vidal Davis, Andre Harris, Curtis
Jackson, Dereck Mckinnis

Yeah
I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, I'm a head busta
Man, I don't give a fuck

I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, I'm a head busta
Man, I don't give a fuck

I come from a small town where organized crime is the rule
You kill nigga's without permission, nigga's gon' kill you
We bang the rags too, red and blue
That shit ain't only out there on the Westside fool

Surrounded by section 8 houses and the projects
A place where you make the wrong turn
You're gettin robbed at

We all targets, standin' down on the street corner
That's why you see the lil' kids with the heat on 'em
Police pull up, hop out when they can't catch us
They never even get a change to say, 'Park your weaponsâ

Liquor stores never close, the whole hood high
Niggas know when it's, roll, the whole hood ride
We on that bishop and Jude shit
I'll put this 4-5 in your mouth like a toothpick, you bitch
The South ain't safe no mo', so, get a gun
And pray to God that you make it to see 21

I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, I'm a head busta
Man, I don't give a fuck

I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, I'm a head busta
Man, I don't give a fuck

You gon' make me crawl through your backyard
And cut off your light switch
Kick in your back door and take all that white shit
Niggas know what to do when I'm around
Go put ya' pack up and pick up ya' 4 pound

It's 'bout to go down, buck back on that bullshit
He even got his baby, momma walkin' with a full clip
Fucked a couple R and B hoes but now it's back to the hoodrats
They lick a nigga dick and know where that good at

Money don't make a nigga change, it's just the niggas
That ain't neva' had nuthin start doin' strange thangs
They say I must like beef 'cuz 50 got 50 enemies
But if they fight him, they gotta fight me

Come ride through these 3rd row's
And let me show ya how I puttin' in work goals
The 44 Bulldog small enough to fit in a nigga boot
So, it's wherever, whenever, whatever you wanna do, nigga

I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, I'm a head busta
Man, I don't give a fuck

I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, I'm a head busta
Man, I don't give a fuck

I'm a soldier, left, right, left, right, left
I'm a soldier, left, right, left, right, left
I'm a soldier


Lyricist：Keyon Karim Harrold, Curtis James Jackson

The business is entertainment
And what entertain the customers is the sight of blood
Cam, I mean, I was bein' nice to him, okay, I'll get him

You ＊＊＊ should worship the ground I walk on
I make mills off the tracks I talk on, it's kingpin
50, don't call me, ＊＊＊, I don't wanna talk it out
The ＊＊＊ will hit your leg, go on and walk it out

I see it clear, you tryin' to sabotage Jimmy
See what happens when you talk after sippin' the Henny？
I'll send Haitian ＊＊＊ at you, yeah, sak pase
Zoe pound ＊＊＊, they don't play

Buck ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ on camera and it's okay
'Cause my money make my lawyers make the ＊＊＊ go away
Attempted ＊＊＊, get a year on probation
Cam, are you clear what you facin'？

You must ain't hear me, I done told you, I'm a boss
I'm eatin' good but I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross
Word on the street is that 50's not Jay
And Cam better stay out of his way

Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on
Have you in the I.C.U., tryin' to hold on
＊＊＊ in the waitin' room, been waitin' so long
Till they hear the flat line, the doc say, he's gone, he's gone
That's ＊＊＊ up
When they say he's gone
He dead

Well, he knew that could happen, ＊＊＊ with the kid
This is graveyard music right here, ya dig？
This is not competition, this is ＊＊＊
Career endin', mind bendin', Southside, ya finished

Now look, ＊＊＊ laughin' at Cam, down on Lennox
They heard what he did but they don't know why he did it
I have eighty of them boys with black flags
Come through with black ＊＊＊
And have you ＊＊＊ zipped up in black bags

For a second he was hot, now he cold
I apply pressure on ＊＊＊ until they fold
But never mind me, man, that's just how I be
The game got me trained, they call me the hustle man

And like fame, my style will live forever
They thought I crossover 'cause they don't know no better
I think they think I'm laxed now 'cause I got the cheddar
Till I return back ＊＊＊, trust me, it's nothin'

Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on
Have you in the I.C.U., tryin' to hold on
＊＊＊ in the waitin' room, been waitin' so long
Till they hear the flat line, the doc say, he's gone, he's gone
When they say he's gone
It shouldn't have to be like this, man

Dipset, Cam, stay up, I'm not gonna destroy Dipset
Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmy's the boss of Dipset
And Juelz is the capo, he's gone
Cam's demoted to soldier, we like Jimmy better anyway

Ballin', come on, man
What's the last Cam joint you liked？
Computers computin', boogity, boobity, he's gone
Cameron, you better learn how to talk to me, oh


17.Funeral Music

Lyricist：Keyon Karim Harrold, Curtis James Jackson

The business is entertainment
And what entertain the customers is the sight of blood
Cam, I mean, I was bein' nice to him, okay, I'll get him

You niggas should worship the ground I walk on
I make mills off the tracks I talk on, it's kingpin
50, don't call me, nigga, I don't wanna talk it out
The 40 cal'll hit your leg, go on and walk it out

I see it clear, you tryin' to sabotage Jimmy
See what happens when you talk after sippin' the Henny？
I'll send Haitian niggas at you, yeah, sak pase
Zoe pound niggas, they don't play

Buck stabbin' niggas on camera and it's okay
'Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away
Attempted murder, get a year on probation
Cam, are you clear what you facin'？

You must ain't hear me, I done told you, I'm a boss
I'm eatin' good but I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross
Word on the street is that 50's not Jay
And Cam better stay out of his way

Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on
Have you in the I.C.U., tryin' to hold on
Niggas in the waitin' room, been waitin' so long
Till they hear the flat line, the doc say, he's gone, he's gone
That's fucked up
When they say he's gone
He dead

Well, he knew that could happen, fuckin' with the kid
This is graveyard music right here, ya dig？
This is not competition, this is murder
Career endin', mind bendin', Southside, ya finished

Now look, niggas laughin' at Cam, down on Lennox
They heard what he did but they don't know why he did it
I have eighty of them boys with black flags
Come through with black mags
And have you niggas zipped up in black bags

For a second he was hot, now he cold
I apply pressure on niggas until they fold
But never mind me, man, that's just how I be
The game got me trained, they call me the hustle man

And like fame, my style will live forever
They thought I crossover 'cause they don't know no better
I think they think I'm laxed now 'cause I got the cheddar
Till I return back bustin', trust me, it's nothin'

Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on
Have you in the I.C.U., tryin' to hold on
Niggas in the waitin' room, been waitin' so long
Till they hear the flat line, the doc say, he's gone, he's gone
When they say he's gone
It shouldn't have to be like this, man

Dipset, Cam, stay up, I'm not gonna destroy Dipset
Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmy's the boss of Dipset
And Juelz is the capo, he's gone
Cam's demoted to soldier, we like Jimmy better anyway

Ballin', come on, man
What's the last Cam joint you liked？
Computers computin', boogity, boobity, he's gone
Cameron, you better learn how to talk to me, oh


18.Terminate On Sight (G-Unit Diss)

Todays the day＊
MY BIG RELEASE DATE
TERMINATE ON SITE
FUCK WIT ME, LETS GO

What the fuck are they gon' do now, do now
DO NOW, do now
DO NOW, do now
Ahh shit, they don kicked me out the crew now
Crew now, I'm cool now, cool now
I'm cool now, cool now

Jus finished cookin' so the kitchen still stinkin'
Pounds in the trunk of the broke down Lincoln
I'm on the scale weighin watchin BET playin
With a big bank roll and some yayo in my hand
Lik come and get it nigga, I can serve all ya'll
Tell yo baby momma that I'm waiting on her call
87 32 David Brown T-Shirt
No G-unit Shoes 'cuz they make my feet hurt (ha ha)
Now who need work, 50 got me out here
Tax time coming, ima be on time this year
Nose running but I ain't snortin' nuttin'
I took a whiff of myself and I smell like money
Gucci down to the belt, all the bad bitches want me
When I leave what I left, they gon' sell it out, sell it out
See in the south bitch I opened up the doors
Get your own paper yayo, 50 money ain't yours

Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
But let em kno', did I get it
But let em kno', did I get it
But let em kno', did I get it
But let em kno', LETS GET IT

Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, LETS GET IT

Who the fuck are you？ homie speakin on me
I cant pay for your love, unfortunately
But, you can come see that the kid getting dough
Driveway looking like a funk flex car show
Talk about me hoe, I cant hear you no mo
Ive been riding Southwest, now I'm flyin G4
And I'm feeling so loyal, the hood riding for you
The haters jus ignore you, my hoe so spoil
He aint never hit the bottom, he aint never been on top
All I can see is I got em jimmy, soon my album drop
Shawty miss me says she know my history
And she see the nukkaz try to cease and assist me
No, they cant deal with this so yall go get 50
And we can play like you and kayne, but he dont wanna go there
with me
See in the west bitch I opened up the doors
Get your own paper banks, curtis money aint yours

Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, lets get it

Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, lets get it

I'm gon make these nukkaz hate me (hate me)
gunit shouldntve try to terminate me (terminate me)
I'm gon make these nukkaz hate me (hate me)
g-unit shouldnt've try to terminate me (terminate me)
Feel like these pussy nukkaz gon giv me respect
I feel like the whole rap game owe me a check
I kno alot of people thinking that I know he stressed
Cuz I'm surrounded by myself, but I know me best
Bitch I'm protecting the south and I dont need no vest
them hating words out your mouth makes me no less (respect this)
And I never ran from another man, got my balls in my hand like
who the fuck are them
I'm the king of the city, best thing since biggie (SHAWTY)
Rub your titties if you love big poppa
see in the east bitch I opened up the doors
go and get that money buck, all BooBoo money yours

Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, lets get it

Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
Talk about me bitch, Talk about me bitch
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, did I get it
But let em kno, lets get it


19.Came Back

Fuck what I've been＊
I'm doing it, no one do it better though,
I never thought in my past I had to let it go.
From my arrest rate up to my,..
Let's say, my debts pay!
Now it's one stage, one mic,
But the money is still green and the... white.
Check me, mother fuckers how I take flight!
Never see enough money, can't make right!
No manager of the manager,
My own man, call it my...
The damage is gone, this shit crazy.
Soon they cut the cameras on.
This shit amazing, we rappers get exterminated and gone,
We get to lie, talking about the... that they buy,
And the jets that they fly.
He never had a dime like me,
Cause inside is who you need to be,
Cause the outside ain't you,
A part of...
Cause this is who I...
Not just who I was.
Who I am, who I'm gone, be just one...
Ten niggers, one,.. but we are in.
If we all fighting then we all get him on his feet.
No rules!
No niggers have no clues!
... act like I don't know you!
Baby momma bullshit is what you go through,
But she ain't a porno star doing shit in the whole.

... killing me since,
Way, came back,
And have been killing me since!
Way, came back,
And have been killing me since!

Yeah, with no tears drops either
Fuck ya all I ain't gotta make you a believer!
When your daughter got a fever and your doctor said she's
stressed out,
This is when you noticed somebody getting stressed out.
You know the feeling in the... when you let out,
Years go by, but there's some shit enough to get by.
What you get through,
You reach back and break the niggers out of this... where they
sent you.
Maybe I'm just too true,
But I refuse to do things that you do!
I'm a stay in my own lane and you too,
Never let the niggers know more than you know!
Rap this! See my life... you do!
Two... filed up and don't know who's who.
How long mother fuckers, this is...？
Cash... record... used to.


I just buried my best friend＊
It's f-ck everything
It's f-ck them G-Unit n-ggas whatever you claim better bang
I feel no pain as I kill y'all
Cause if my n-gga tick was here he would have killed y'all
40's speaking on me, you don't know me homie
But I know Compton n-ggas that wanna do that for me,
Go get Curtis now, tell him Buck said f-ck him
Cause for the last 2 years this hoe ain't said nothing
I came from the dirt, they tryna make me hurt
I'm sh-tting on your label pissing on your paperwork
Look b-tch you need this, here goes some energy
Yayo you know you the biggest hoe in the industry
It's all over now, you better kill me
Yeah I been selling dope to feed my babies, feel me
Ain't no way in hell that I'm a do this yearly
So I'm a start it off by saying Happy New Year...

It's a new year (come on)
Let's all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year
It's a new year (let's go)
This year sh-t it's all on me
I'm hollering happy new year
It's a new year (come on)
Let's all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year
It's a new year (let's go)
This year sh-t it's all on me
I'm hollering happy new year

Standing in the graveyard everybody's crying
They say I'm gon' handle it but everybody's lying
I'm riding through these muthaf-cking projects with my homie in
a casket
100 cars deep, we f-cking up traffic
It's real life no acting
Sorry officer I don't know what happened
50 you know my homie wanted me to ride on you n-ggas
Before he could get to y'all he died on your n-ggas
Ya popped a lot of sh-t I let you slide on you n-ggas
Now Cashville is coming to NY on you n-ggas
The contract, b-tch you took that sh-t beyond that
So you could give me 10 million I wouldn't come back
What the f-ck is 50 cent is what Jigga said
Look at yourself, even now I'm diggin up the dead
Get some help, all you had left was 1 buck
You lost that and f-cked up
Now it's happy new year...


Haha, yeah Curtis so while you watching the ball drop in New
York
Well this what they listening to in the hood n-gga
Yeah, Jamaica queens Brooklyn, all the boroughs round your way,
we celebrating,
Now I know I'm digging up the dead but my n-gga dead and gone
Rest in Peace Tick, I got you, yeah my homeboy, I think he
sh-tted in your mansion
If I ain't mistaken but you know my n-gga tick right,
He was like f-ck everything so it's f-ck you n-gga
F-ck all y'all, all you G-unit n-ggas all you b-tch ass n-ggas
over there that wanna jump on the Curtis bandwagon
F-ck you n-ggas too, it's on n-gga, 2010 it's a hell of a year
n-gga
Gon put you rap n-ggas to test n-gga
We shooting over here n-gga
Cashville Happy New Year,
Let's celebrate n-gga, shot gun shells and AK bullets
Young Buck he on that bullsh-t and I ain't getting off of it
neither
Curtis where is your b-tch ass at now n-gga, it's on, let's go.


21.Pullin' Me Back

Yeah it's me, Young Buck＊
Get your cameras ready

I've been good int he Hood,
Different shoot outs, the same sh-t,
Bin a while since ya heard a buck album,
It's just business, kept my distance
Now where the mutha fu-kers at, I gotta have em,
Buck another album, pop another Valium,
Roll another blunt get buck, I'm back,
They pulling me back (5x)

Uhh yeah,
Right now I need the media to just pay close attention,
As I do me nias,

Up until today, I still haven't heard a word from Dre,
Or word from Em, I still fu-k with them,
Me and Fifty ain't spoke and Banks ain't called,
I ain't seen or ran into Yayo at all,
But I'm out here, for whatever it's worth,
My enemies asking me to sell em a verse
Huh, bury me alive, cover me up with dirt,
You'll probably die trying to take your ass to church,
Bandana check, 40 glock check,
I got stacks and AK's on deck,
The spotlights all yours (do you) they all looking at you (go
head),
And I ain't started on the first chapter,


Pac rolling over in his grave
Looking at the way these rap nias behave
All these wannabe Kanye's,
Bitches imitating Beyonce,
Nias trying to fu-k Chris Brown ex fiance,
Where the hell is Andre,
At times like these we need all the MC's on the on tre
Rappers buy chains everyday, get vibe at the all star game in LA
Separate me from them, I am not him,
Cut from a different clothe than your favourite rapper,
This is called pain, watch what you take,
Remember I ain't even started on the first chapter,


Yeah you know who it is right,
Swagga like no other n-gga, it's just me my nia,
I'm just saying nia, holla at me nia,

I told you nias I was back on my Bucksh-t,
Classic sh-t, big boy sh-t on the way,
Matter of fact, only God can judge me...


22.Drivin Down The Freeway

Lyricist：David Brown, Tyree Simmons

You, you, you with your funny, fun, fun
Lookin' up at the sunny, sun, sun
Butterfly cheeks and lemon-cut hair
Hardly a worry and never a care

In her eyes, the color of love
In your eyes, the color of love

Diamond in the back with the sunroof open
Drivin down the freeway
Eyes real low, just singin' my song
Drivin down the freeway

Life already fast so I'm movin' along
Drivin down the freeway
Blowin' my smoke all by myself, just
Drivin down the freeway

Lemme drop my top, turn up my pac
Now close ya eyes, picture me rollin' through ya block
Holla back baby, my Chevy clean but my Lac crazy
The back bumpa on the ground like I'm ridin' with a fat lady

Look what God gave me
A '72 Caprice Classic, race me, it go about a buck-80
Turnin' heads as I switch lanes
No ice, I let my XXXXX wear my big chain

Big things goin' down in a small hood
Jack boys wanna rob, I wish y'all would
See when the sunshine come out the Lamborghini somehow
Had them haters mad, lookin' at me with their tongue out
(Wow)

Diamond in the back with the sunroof open
Drivin down the freeway
Eyes real low, just singin' my song
Drivin down the freeway

Life already fast so I'm movin' along
Drivin down the freeway
Blowin' my smoke all by myself, just
Drivin down the freeway

Candy coated muscle car 'cause I'm a hustle star
This is how we love to ball, me and my roll dogs
Inside sweet like new cucci, the roof Gucci
The mats on my floor roll like sushi

Flyin' through traffic
Don't trip
Gotta hemi with a tip
I can give it to ya real quick

Lewis Sonnis got me feelin' like I'm floatin'
Or is the kush that I blow in trill motion
I hit the block with the doors open, the hoes open
I'm lookin' like a video in slow motion

And I'm feelin' like new money
You haters too funny
Mad 'cause the paint fresh, shoes ugly

Diamond in the back with the sunroof open
Drivin' down the freeway
Eyes real low, just singin' my song
Drivin down the freeway

Life already fast so I'm movin' along
Drivin down the freeway
Blowin' my smoke all by myself, just
Drivin down the freeway

I walk with a lean, I only bump the 80's themes
Hand XXXX stuck in the seat, I'm a ladies dream
Since days of the teens
Servin' the fiends was all that I've seen

The American dream but life ain't no crystal stack
And it ain't with it seem
The streets ain't playin' it fair
Listen up, ride with us, we can take you there

I ride Cadillacs on custom hoods, caps and vogues
I ride black on black, back to back, fresh from head to toe
Everywhere we go, more hoes and plenty of dro
Everywhere we go, more shows and plenty of dough

It's Young Noe, E.D.I., Young Buck and Capp
And we do this for respect,
And Hi-Tek, bless the track
We ridin'

Drivin down the freeway

Diamond in the back with the sunroof open
Drivin down the freeway
Eyes real low, just singin' my song
Drivin down the freeway

Life already fast so I'm movin' along
Drivin down the freeway
Blowin' my smoke all by myself, just
Drivin down the freeway


Lyricist：David Brown, Jacob Dutton, R Mandell

Aiyyo, you niggaz done ate long enough
G-Unit, oh

Ay, 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？
Well, I'ma tell you, everybody 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
You don't know about bein' broke
Standin' on the block, sellin' fiends soap
Holla at me

Ay, 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

Let's sip the 'gnac for a minute
Shawty, you feelin' this, then put your back in it
I'm back in it in a all black fitted
In an all black tinted-up drop top Bentley

Like ayy, you know what it is
I got my own jewelry, baby, this ain't none of his
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
So now they got me standin' on this goddamn stage like

Ay, 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

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' everybody bills
All my homies dead, I'm takin' care of everybody 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

Ay, 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

Yes, you know niggaz out there, nah, nah, hold on
You know some niggaz out there
Might have thought the Unit was over or some shit
You niggaz is losin' your fuckin' minds, man

Aiyyo man, I got this shit right now, ya know what I mean？
Get the fuck out my lane
Yeah, you know, that's why that nigga 50
That's why he got his feet kicked up right now
Sha Money, I got you, nigga, straight up, so, oh yo
I'm expectin' to be at the awards this year, yeah


Lyricist：David Brown, Ralph Rice

It's about to go down
Get out the way, get out the way
Better move, it's about to go down
Get out the way, get out the way

You better move 50 feet, shawty, let a nigga through
If you don't wanna move, you know what I'm 'bout to do
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

Get out my way, we ballin' like hey
I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit me anyway
Make the club push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back

Ain't nobody goin' broke, everybody sellin' dope
Everybody gettin' money, it's some niggas tellin' no
We ain' talkin' on the phone, I don't know ya, I ain't servin'
ya
Nobody never heard of ya, you're fuckin' wit' some murderers

Look at my wrist, look at my bitch
She hold daddy down, help a nigga get rich
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, I need some elbow room
Got me spillin' liquor, why the club close so soon？
Burn this bitch up, we 'bout to get Buck
Gimme a light, tell the DJ, turn my shit up, it's on now

Gimme 50 feet, shawty, let a nigga through
If you don't wanna move, you know what I'm 'bout to do
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

Get out my way, we ballin' like hey
I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit me anyway
Make the club push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back

Cup fun of Hennessy, my niggas call it Gasoline
Pussy niggas fill up and say shit they don't mean
Stuntin' wit cha real money that'll get chu killed
See probly wan' this paper, my baby needs some milk

Bitch, we built this city, the dope boy committee
I still got the nerves to saddle up and come and get it
A product of the projects, my momma's only son
Made my first million dollars and a new drama would come

Didn't run from it, I ran to it
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 get when they hear this

Gimme 50 feet, shawty, let a nigga through
If you don't wanna move, you know what I'm 'bout to do
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

Get out my way, we ballin' like hey
I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit me anyway
Make the club push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back

You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me

Got a blunt of green sticky and my AK wit me
If a motherfucker hit me, I'ma knock his head off
I ain't scared of none of y'all, bitch, I'm runnin' from the law
Put your trigger fingers up, if you will knock they head off

Pushing weight all through the state
It's like I speed up when they tell me, 'Pump my brakes'
If I told you what I make every time I flip a kii
You would prolly try to take the same trip that I take but you
can't

Gimme 50 feet, shawty, let a nigga through
If you don't wanna move, you know what I'm 'bout to do
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

Get out my way, we ballin' like hey
I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit me anyway
Make the club push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back


Lyricist：David Brown, Jacob Dutton, R Mandell

Aiyyo, you ＊＊＊＊ done ate long enough
G-Unit, oh

Ay, I'm the clean up man
It ain't too many ＊＊＊＊ that can do it like I can
When them records ain't sellin' and the stitches start tellin'
＊＊＊＊, 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？
Well, I'ma tell you, everybody gettin' paid
And I hear you ＊＊＊＊ talkin', prayin' on our downfall
Took a couple losses, still we some outlaws

Ya ＊＊＊＊ still lovin' my swag
We let you ＊＊＊＊ eat, why the ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊
Way 'fore the rap game, man, I had this
You don't know about bein' broke
Standin' on the block, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, holla

Ay, I'm the clean up man
It ain't too many ＊＊＊＊ that can do it like I can
When them records ain't sellin' and the stitches start tellin'
＊＊＊＊, 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

Let's sip the 'gnac for a minute
Shawty, you feelin' this, then put your back in it
I'm back in it in a all black fitted
In an all black tinted-up drop top Bentley

Like ay, you know what it is
I got my own jewelry, baby, this ain't none of his
Just holla when you need me
Show a ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ soldier
They thought it was over, he let me out the cage
So now they got me standin' on this ＊＊＊＊ stage like

Ay, I'm the clean up man
It ain't too many ＊＊＊＊ that can do it like I can
When them records ain't sellin' and the stitches start tellin'
＊＊＊＊, 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

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 ＊＊＊＊, Head bond, just to get him on the streets
Hope if I get locked up, ＊＊＊＊ do it for me
Keep the project lights on, payin' everybody bills
All my homies dead, I'm takin' care of everybody 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 ＊＊＊＊ did miss
I bet you next quarter, I'll be back in this ＊＊＊＊ like

Ay, I'm the clean up man
It ain't too many ＊＊＊＊ that can do it like I can
When them records ain't sellin' and the stitches start tellin'
＊＊＊＊, 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

Yes, you know ＊＊＊＊ out there, nah, nah, hold on
You know some ＊＊＊＊ out there
Might have thought the Unit was over or some ＊＊＊＊
You ＊＊＊＊ is losin' your ＊＊＊＊ minds, man

Get the ＊＊＊＊ out my lane
Yeah, you know, that's why that ＊＊＊＊ 50
That's why he got his feet kicked up right now
Sha Money, I got you, ＊＊＊＊, straight up, so, oh yo
I'm expectin' to be at the awards this year, yeah


26.Don't Need No Help

Lyricist：David Brown, Tony Cottrell, Jonathan Rotem

Fuck tha police

Think about it every time you bitches come around
Either we runnin' or we layin' on the fuckin' ground
Just look at Chris a nigga popped and shot him in the club
They called the ambulance and ya'll didn't even show up

Or let me tell you 'bout Lil Ricky when he took his bullets
You want the trigger man ya'll was the ones that pulled it
That's why we represent them niggaz like Larry Davis
Before he let you cowards kill him, he just aimed and sprayed it

Now what you wan' do, bitch I got a gun too
We gon' keep on sendin' shots every time ya'll come through
Got the nerve to tell a nigga put his hands up
Then beat him to the ground when you put the boy in handcuffs,
fuck

Fuck the police, we'll handle it ourselves
Even if I'm beat to death, nigga we don't need no motherfuckin'
help
Now to the right
(What？)
To the left
(What？)
Let 'em know
(What？)
We don't need no motherfuckin' help

Fuck tha police, fuck the law
Fuck tha police, fuck 'em all
(We don't need no motherfuckin' help)
Fuck tha police, fuck the law
Fuck tha police, fuck 'em all
(We don't need no motherfuckin' help)

We used to play cops and robbers as a little kid
Whoever was the pigs, we would go and split his wig
Then as the years past niggaz only got worse
Jumped into the gang shit gotta protect our turf

We had enough of gettin' handcuffed and pulled over
We started tryin' knock they heads off they fuckin' shoulders
Now where my soldier's at, get ready for combat
I'm livin' like them niggaz that dun' went to Vietnam yeah

So if you try to lock me up for smokin' my weed
The whole force of police is what they gon' need
One of a kind, I'm the last of a dyin' breed
Even the one that was before me, he was sayin'

Fuck the police, we'll handle it ourselves
Even if I'm beat to death, nigga we don't need no motherfuckin'
help
Now to the right
(What？)
To the left
(What？)
Let 'em know
(What？)
We don't need no motherfuckin' help

Fuck tha police, fuck the law
Fuck tha police, fuck 'em all
(We don't need no motherfuckin' help)
Fuck tha police, fuck the law
Fuck tha police, fuck 'em all
(We don't need no motherfuckin' help)

When I'm in New York I'm hollerin'
(We don't need no motherfuckin' help)
Yeah, when I'm in Tennesee I'm hollerin'
(We don't need no motherfuckin' help)
Yeah, when I'm out in L.A. nigga
(We don't need no motherfuckin' help)
Yeah, A.T.L already know
(We don't need no motherfuckin' help)


Lyricist：David Brown, Ralph Rice

It's about to go down
Get out the way, get out the way
Better move, it's about to go down
Get out the way, get out the way

You better move 50 feet, shawty, let a ＊＊＊＊ through
If you don't wanna move, you know what I'm 'bout to do
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

Get out my way, we ballin' like hey
I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit me anyway
Make the club push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back

Ain't nobody goin' broke, everybody sellin' ＊＊＊＊
Everybody gettin' money, it's some ＊＊＊＊ tellin' no
We ain't talkin' on the phone, I don't know ya, I ain't ＊＊＊＊ ya
Nobody never heard of ya, you're ＊＊＊＊ wit' some ＊＊＊＊

Look at my wrist, look at my ＊＊＊＊
She hold daddy down, help a ＊＊＊＊ get rich
This patron got me hot, the Phantom in the lot
See this ＊＊＊＊ kickin' in and I'm standin' wit my glock

In this ＊＊＊＊ like move, I need some elbow room
Got me spillin' liquor, why the club close so soon？
Burn this ＊＊＊＊ up, we 'bout to get Buck
Gimme a light, tell the DJ, turn my ＊＊＊＊ up, it's on now

Gimme 50 feet, shawty, let a ＊＊＊＊ through
If you don't wanna move, you know what I'm 'bout to do
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

Get out my way, we ballin' like hey
I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit me anyway
Make the club push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back

Cup fun of Hennessy, my ＊＊＊＊ call it Gasoline
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ fill up and say ＊＊＊＊ they don't mean
Stuntin' wit cha real money that'll get chu ＊＊＊＊
See probably want this paper, my baby needs some milk

＊＊＊＊ we built this city, the ＊＊＊＊ boy committee
I still got the ＊＊＊＊ to saddle up and come and get it
A product of the projects, my momma's only son
Made my first million dollars and a new drama would come

Didn't run from it, I ran to it
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 get when they heard this

Gimme 50 feet, shawty, let a ＊＊＊＊ through
If you don't wanna move, you know what I'm 'bout to do
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

Get out my way, we ballin' like hey
I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit me anyway
Make the club push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back

You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me ＊＊＊＊
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me ＊＊＊＊
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me ＊＊＊＊
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me

Got a ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ wit me
If a mother＊＊＊＊ hit me, I'ma knock his head off
I ain't scared of none of y'all, ＊＊＊＊, I'm runnin' from the law
Put your ＊＊＊＊ fingers up if you will knock they head off

Pushing ＊＊＊＊ all through the state
It's like I speed up when they tell me, 'Pump my brakes'
If I told you what I make every time I flip a ＊＊＊＊
You would prolly try to take the same trip that I take but you
can't

Gimme 50 feet, shawty, let a ＊＊＊＊ through
If you don't wanna move, you know what I'm 'bout to do
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

Get out my way, we ballin' like hey
I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit me anyway
Make the club push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back
Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back


28.Im A Soldier Ft. 50 Cent

Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Vidal Davis, Andre Harris, Curtis
Jackson, Dereck Mckinnis

Aye, I hope you motherfuckers out there brought an extra clip
Hit the lights, nigga, let them niggaz go right there
It's about to go down
Welcome to Cashville, motherfuckers

I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust or my head bust
Man, I don't give a fuck

I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust or my head bust
Man, I don't give a fuck

I'm come from a small town where organized crime is the rule
You kill niggaz without permission, niggaz gon' kill you
We bang the rags too, red an' blue
This shit ain't out only there on the west side fool

Surrounded by section eight houses in the projects
A place where you make the wrong turn, you get robbed next
We all targets, standin' out on the street corner
That's why you see the lil' kids with the heat on 'em

Police pull up, hop out but they can't catch us
They never even get a chance to say, â½Drop your weaponsâ
Liquor stores never close, the whole hood high
Niggaz know when it's war, the whole hood ride

We on that 'Bishop in Juice' shit
I put this fo'-five in yo' mouth like a toothpick, you bitch
The south ain't safe no mo', so get a gun
An' pray to God that you make it to see 21

I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust or my head bust
Man, I don't give a fuck

I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust or my head bust
Man, I don't give a fuck

You gon' make me crawl through your backyard
An' cut off your light switch
Kick in your back door an' take all that white shit
Niggaz know what to do when I'm around
Go put your pack up an' pick up your fo' pound

It's 'bout to go down, Buck back on that bullshit
He even got his baby mama walkin' with a full clip
Fucked a couple of R an' B hoes but now it's back to the hood
rats
They lick a nigga dick quick an' know where that good at

Money don't make a nigga change
It's just the niggaz that ain't never had nothin'
Start doin' strange thangs
They say I must like beef 'cos 50 got fifty enemies
But if they fight him, they gotta fight me

Come ridin' through these dirt roads
An' let me show you how puttin' in work goes
The fo'-fo' bulldog small enough to fit in a nigga boot
So it's wherever, whenever, whatever you wanna do, nigga

I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust or my head bust
Man, I don't give a fuck

I'm a soldier, I done told ya
Don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust or my head bust
Man, I don't give a fuck

I'm a soldier, left, right
Left, right, left, right
I'm a soldier, left, right
Left, right, left, right
I'm a soldier


29.Cant Catch Me

Aye Sticks, what up, homie？
Aye man, I know you see these niggas, man
They taking my swag
They taking my ideas and everythang, fuck 'em, yeah

These rap niggas ain't gettin' no money
I got my hands in everythang
If I can't get it over here
I'ma get it over there

I be flying down the interstate, trunk full of snowflakes
100 miles an hour, Lamborghini got no brakes
Navigation got me, crackerz tryna hide me
Niggas won't allow me, these hoes tryna fire me

Car so dark with the foppin' san tents
Jeezy say I'm goin' hard, yeah, I got to pay my rent
All my homies on a yard and I might be goin' in
So I give my lawyer ten, like every now and then

Keep a ounce of that granddaddy when I'm in my ten Caddi
Young nigga, old money, bitch, you know I been had it
Catch me with my roof back, birds on tha back seat
Mr.i65, come holla at me

Ghetto hero, I'm hood rich
Fuck rap, I got dough money, bitch
And I bet cha can't catch me
I bet cha can't catch me
I bet cha can't catch me
I won't let them catch me

Street nigga and I'm gettin' rich
Fuck you, I got dough money, bitch
And I bet cha can't catch me
I bet cha can't catch me
I bet cha can't catch me
I won't let them catch me

You ain't neva seen a Phantom with so many stashed products
Bought a crib in Atlanta 'cause the village gettin' hot
You can catch me in the hood in them dough boi spots
Every time I leave the kitchen I go buy another watch

Bad bitches shop, lil' homie get the drop
I change my name to King David, I'm the boss of the block
All that snitchin' tend stop soon as I kill me a nigga
And I know you probably gon' sue me so look he gon' deal with
cha

Got my Louie bag filled up, take me where to get it
Niggas still tryna do it but we already did it
I'ma run this bitch hot, homie, just give me a minute
If my album don't drop, you could go 'head and get it, yeah

Ghetto hero, I'm hood rich
(Uh, huh)
Fuck rap, I got dough money, bitch
(Uh, huh)
And I bet cha can't catch me
I bet cha can't catch me
I bet cha can't catch me
I won't let them catch me
(Uh, huh)

Street nigga and I'm gettin' rich
(Uh, huh)
Fuck you, I got dough money, bitch
(Uh, huh)
And I bet cha can't catch me
I bet cha can't catch me
I bet cha can't catch me
(Uh, huh)
I won't let them catch me


30.Addicted

I love gettin money homie
Real talk - legal or illegal
Just addicted to gettin money

I try so hard to survive
Making money
Nothing but money on my mind
So ridiculous
I'll be hustling til I die
Family first, I love my wife
I'm so addicted

From the bottom of the barrel
I'm coming up for air
Got my hands in so many things
That's keeping me right here
Spending time with my family
I'm fighting for my freedom
Y'all falling in love, I'm trying to
Fuck em and leave em
I've got my mind on a million
Shawty, now let that be the reason
How about I buy you a house
And we just call it even？
My partner told me he had a plug
I couldn't believe him, cause he
Be lying, but this time he
Practice what he preaching
I love to see these young niggas shine
And me there eating
I hate to see the young niggas testify
Now let that be the reason
We be selling dope and thieving
Taking these grams around
Turn the hood to a video for mtv jams
Rappers ain't clever no more
Oh you forgot who I am？
Cause I've been boxing with uncle sam
Blocking in my brother's land
Selling dope out my mama's house
Almost got my mother slammed
My definition of going to hell
I'm addicted to money nigga

The trap bang and the set boom
I'm from where niggas get shot
And show off their flesh wounds
I'm from where niggas get killed
And whoever next to em
And bitches fight at the funeral
Trying to get next to them
He let the x do him
A small pill got em all killed
How they own supply, they never knew em
Just heard the gunfire
Lost in the money
And I can't find my way out, it won't work
She complains when I stay out
I can't leave, one move, I boom
The yay out. and fuck the other
Baby-daddies and what they about
Pregnant bitch, mane, call the police on me
You can have the baby
Just can't have me shawty
I guess it's me and this paper
And bitch I'm cool with it
You gotta lose it just to find out
What to do with it
You gotta use it just to find out
How two did it
I still do it and dunn it
Addicted to money, it's buck


31.Game Over (Remix)

Young Buck ＆ Lil' Flip
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Haha, woo)
Game over, ahh, yeah, game over
(Yeah, the remix)
The remix, the remix, the remix

Clover Gs in the building
(Game over, fo' sho', fo' sho, fo' sho')
We got G-Unit it the building
(Game over, fo' sho', fo' sho', fo' sho')
UGK in the building
(Game over, fo' sho', fo' sho', fo' sho')
It's Lil' Flip, Young Buck and Bun B, holla at 'em

My chain hanging twenty fo's on my Escalade and
I smoke so much, a lot of people might think I'm a Jamaican
I know just where to take 'em straight to the Dirty Dirty
Where Bun come from and Lil' Flip flip them birdie birdies

Me and Banks, Bank heading out in ATL
50 riding with me, blowing sticky down in Cashville
We keep the club crunk, y'all know how we do it
Now let me see you stomp in your G-units
(Stomp)

They say I'm dressed like a thug, they won't let me in
Security better move or get up on my level then
The hood in here, where they at
(Here we go, Buck)
Now let's buy the bar and drink 'til we throw up

(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)

Lil' Flip is in the building, oh, boy
(Oh, boy)
Ah, shit, I had to do a remix
I got a thousand dollar shirt, plus three hundred dollar kicks
I know you mad 'cause your gal love my voice
(Ooh)
I know you mad, I'm on the cover of The Source
(No)

I take fifteen minutes to drop a track, boy
You ain't know I got Houston tatted on my back, boy
I be in Philly with Beans, I be with 50 in Queens
I be in Houston with Bun, I keep a gun

From the crack game, to the rap game
But my main goal is to try to stack change
I'm number one on the charts, you at the bottom, boy
'Cause if you drop when I drop, it's a problem, boy

I got kicks for days, I move bricks and haze
I'm Big Pimpin' like Jay, we chopping blades
And Clover Gs on top of my chain
When I die, put a crown on top of my name, holla
(Now who they want？)
(Ahh, now who they want？)

(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)

It's the king of the underground, the king of the thrill
In that candy Cadillac with pinky ring on the wheel
Diamonds against the wood, southern side stunting
And it's nothing for Bun B to come down on them bustas

I saw your rims, fool, the spinners but they not dammit
See that's that half ass hustling, let's not have it
You wanna ball with the best？ Just go ball with the rest
Got more TVs in my car then best buy

You can just cry, your crew or a takeover
My nine will give you a new grill like Extreme Makeover
Do this Pimp C, come home, we move the fake over
To lame over and it's the same 'cause the game over

(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)

(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)
(Now who they want？)
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
(Game over)


Young Buck Featuring 8 Ball, MJG ＆ Bun
I'm sick and tired of these same old broke ＊＊＊＊
No job, all they wanna do is ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Get some money, ＊＊＊＊, why you wanna watch mine？
Ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' be drivin' next time

Seven figure ＊＊＊＊, we don't 'bout it buy no more
Pull up the paper work, tell the owner he can go
Walk like a ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, talk like a soldier
I got New York ＊＊＊＊ candy paintin' up they Rovers

It say 200 but it go a little over
Not the Corvette, the Ferrari Testarossa
And 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
＊＊＊＊, 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, yeah

It gotta be these cars or the trips that I take
That make 'em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face, ＊＊＊＊？
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

See now, you can go anywhere 'cross the U.S.
From north to the south, east, mid to the west
Walk up in the hardest hood, ask a ＊＊＊＊ 'bout me
Bet they tell ya Bun B is straight ＊＊＊＊ G

A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
Trillest ＊＊＊＊ in the flesh, you can't ＊＊＊＊ wit it
Got the ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊

＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, please, you don't want it, save your breath
By myself, I'ma ride till no enemy is left
When the ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, hit your block like insurgents
There's no deterrents from us cleanin' your clock like
detergents

Buck, they don't think I am, ＊＊＊＊, please
Why, this ＊＊＊＊, I bet they ＊＊＊＊ before they reach their first
＊＊＊＊ sale
I rep them underground kings, ＊＊＊＊ Boy, Pimp and Bun
If it's action that you want, my ＊＊＊＊, 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
＊＊＊＊, 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, yeah

It gotta be these cars or the trips that I take
That make 'em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face, ＊＊＊＊？
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, yeah

They call me M dot MJG, I mean, I'm packin' some ＊＊＊＊
They ain't talkin' 'bout trill jeans
Some ＊＊＊＊, they like to talk ＊＊＊＊ in the uniform
Guess what, them ＊＊＊＊ still phony as the unicorn

And I'll be ＊＊＊＊ if I run, you bust tho
They run outta ＊＊＊＊, man, you so dumb
Well, you faker than a ＊＊＊＊ snitchin' on the track

All Ball do is ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ and get bad, ＊＊＊＊
If y'all mad at me for that, y'all ＊＊＊＊ are ＊＊＊＊
Undercover groupie ＊＊＊＊, would ya stop and plead？
For the last time, I don't ＊＊＊＊ regular ＊＊＊＊

It don't matter where we at, man, we ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Security don't stop the ＊＊＊＊ , man, from findin' us
Industry ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ keep runnin' ya mouth
And I'ma give ya ＊＊＊＊ something to talk about

It really must be the ice or the money that I make
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
＊＊＊＊ , 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 to my face, ＊＊＊＊ ？
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, yeah


Young Buck Featuring Kokane
Don't ask me where the ＊＊＊＊ I'm from or what ＊＊＊＊ I claim
I get money, I got a lil' bit of both games in me
＊＊＊＊ hate, so the ＊＊＊＊ hang with me
Feds wanna tap up my phone 'cause they can't get me
I might as well give it to ya since Dre sent me
Just sit back and kick ya feet up, okay 50？

I'm on 1 and I just begun
I dare one of these blood claats, come test me ＊＊＊＊
The rude boy of the south, let me in dis ＊＊＊＊
I just wish Tupac was here to witness dis
Give me room to breathe and I'ma blow you away
I move a 100 ＊＊＊＊ a week and do a show every day

Hey, somebody gotta do it, y'all
See, I done been locked up and I didn't know who to call
It's my time, so everybody jump on the train
See, when tha ＊＊＊＊ aimed, I can ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ a plane, ＊＊＊＊

Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong？
Makes you wanna do wrong
Just to wake up early after hustlin' all night long

My ＊＊＊＊ damn near bigger then me, I ain't the ＊＊＊＊ to beef
'Cause every time a body drop, ＊＊＊＊ mentionin' me
I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencin' me
My homeboi come in the courtroom ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊

I got the mind of a ＊＊＊＊, 'bout to get him a ＊＊＊＊
All the fiends lined up, they just waitin' for me
Better hurry, hurry, it's about to go down
And don't you worry, I brought a ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊

＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ count to ten and then put the ＊＊＊＊ in
Whoever is the last man standin' wins
You throw some money in the hood and it always works
My ＊＊＊＊ crazy, they'll dig a dead body from the dirt

Better watch ya mouth 'cause I've been watchin' ya house
I'm in the bushes like, when this ＊＊＊＊ gon' come out？
It's enough of this 'He say, she say' ＊＊＊＊
Now it's the time to find out who you with

Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong？
Makes you wanna do wrong
Just to wake up early after hustlin' all night long, yeah

The streets ain't got no love
Oh, but I'm a ＊＊＊＊ on top of the house
These ＊＊＊＊ don't feel my pain
Oh, these ＊＊＊＊ don't have a clue what I've been through, mayn
But I ain't lookin' for love, I ain't lookin' for all your
sympathy

I been brought up in the world of blind to mankind

Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong？
Makes you wanna do wrong
Just to wake up early after hustlin' all night long, yeah


Young Buck Featuring Jazzy Pha
Yeah, poetry in motion, man, one take, daddy
This is how we do it in person, man
Ladies and gentlemen, you are now tuned into the very best
Jazze Phenzel Washingtonzel
Jazze Pha that is, for all you ＊＊＊＊
Hey, speakin' of pimpin', that's my ＊＊＊＊, Young Buck

Just hop in my ride 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 ＊＊＊＊ out here love me, I get it ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊, old ladies wanna ＊＊＊＊ me, you should see the ＊＊＊＊
I'm nothin' like them other thugs that ＊＊＊＊ it quick
Too many ＊＊＊＊ in the club, I need a ＊＊＊＊

We park, right up in the front, you see the six
I blew some ＊＊＊＊ out from my ＊＊＊＊ 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, ＊＊＊＊
Oh what, you've never seen a baller？ Well, this is it
I make that ＊＊＊＊ feel good, till you tell me, quit
And I wont tell nobody that you let me ＊＊＊＊, psych

Just hop in my ride 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

Okay 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 ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
I got a lot but baby, you can be my best ＊＊＊＊

I see you watchin' a playa, she like my dress code
Rockin' these Cartiers, drinkin' that XO
I know a place that we can go and get low
You with a gangsta, you ain't never felt like this before

And if you know that ＊＊＊＊ good, then hit the floor
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ like you should, go get that dough
I make you love me if you let me, for real though
See down here, we push, Chevy's ridin' real slow
So come on

Just hop in my ride 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
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
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 and Young Buck, Tennessee connection, man
Southern Memphis meets with Cashville
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ big, man, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, baby

Check us out, man, I mean, it feels this way
What else do you expect baby？
Oh, oh, whoa, show me what you got, show me what you got
Show me what you got, yeah
Gon' sing it, boy, you're the beautifullest thing, man
Don't let 'em stop you now


Young Buck Featuring Chester Bennington
Hey, I gotta slow down
I said we gotta slow down

Let me take you back to high school, '94
Well, at least when a ＊＊＊＊ had time to go
Walk to the bus stop, sellin' ＊＊＊＊ on the way
Lil' bad ＊＊＊＊ with a pocket full of ＊＊＊＊

Fell in love with a shorty that was bad
I would go and skip class just so I could see that ＊＊＊＊
But she was too fast and I was too slow
'Cause she wanted a ＊＊＊＊ who already had dough

She found her a man who was like 24
But what she didn't know, that he had plenty ＊＊＊＊
She was too young, so now he got a new one
'Cause shorty went and bought her a new ＊＊＊＊

See when she catch this ＊＊＊＊, she gon' do somethin'
Not fight, but shorty gon' ＊＊＊＊ somethin'
But she never got a chance, a change of plans
＊＊＊＊ herself in the back, puttin' the ＊＊＊＊ in her pants

Live life young, ＊＊＊＊, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
Slow your roll, slow it down, my ＊＊＊＊
Slow your roll, slow down, my ＊＊＊＊

Live life, lil' mama, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
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 ＊＊＊＊

It don't quit, just when you think I'm seein' better days
My auntie just find that she got AIDS
And it's ＊＊＊＊ up 'cause her life don't end
And she locked up, so she dyin' in the pen, ＊＊＊＊

Live life young, ＊＊＊＊, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
Slow your roll, slow it down, my ＊＊＊＊
Slow your roll, slow down, my ＊＊＊＊

Live life, lil' mama, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
Slow your roll, c'mon, gotta slow down
Slow your roll, think you gotta slow down

This can't be life we're living
'Cause I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no more
(This can't be life we're living)
'Cause I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no more

This can't be life we're living
'Cause I don't want it no more, no more
This can't be life we're living
'Cause I don't want it no more, no more

Live life young, ＊＊＊＊, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
Slow your roll, slow it down, my ＊＊＊＊
Slow your roll, slow down, my ＊＊＊＊

Live life, lil' mama, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
Slow your roll, c'mon, gotta slow down
Slow your roll, think you gotta slow down


Young Buck Featuring 50 Cent
Yeah ＊＊＊＊, G-Unit in this ＊＊＊＊
Aiyyo 50, aiyyo, this ＊＊＊＊ barely breathin', ＊＊＊＊

It won't be long 'fore you ＊＊＊＊
You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin' 'bout me
＊＊＊＊, I come for your head
And leave your monkey ＊＊＊＊ laid out in the street

It won't be long 'fore you ＊＊＊＊
You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin' 'bout me
＊＊＊＊, I come for your head
And leave your monkey ＊＊＊＊ laid out in the street

I hit your heart, you ＊＊＊＊, I squeeze till the ＊＊＊＊ run out
＊＊＊＊ know me good and my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the ＊＊＊＊ in the hooptie with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a ＊＊＊＊ till the ＊＊＊＊ blow

I got ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this ＊＊＊＊ in your direction, mayne
＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ and ＊＊＊＊, this a sticky situation
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin'

Same ＊＊＊＊, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-four drop, same ＊＊＊＊ on top
Don't blame me if your ＊＊＊＊ block get hot
'Cause I'm just tryin' to make a livin', ＊＊＊＊ stay up outta
prison

In a position of power
In a position where ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ can't ＊＊＊＊ with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me？
＊＊＊＊, I got bread

It won't be long 'fore you ＊＊＊＊
If you can't hold on, ＊＊＊＊, hold on
It seems like it never lasts
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you ＊＊＊＊

When you wired up in, ain't no smilin'
See all of 'em whylin' and these ＊＊＊＊ is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin'
And you know that reaper comin' when that ＊＊＊＊ start dumpin'
Like nobody seen nothin', these ＊＊＊＊ is silent

From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real ＊＊＊＊, we don't＊＊＊＊ around with the nonsense
＊＊＊＊ one, ＊＊＊＊, that's how it get, ＊＊＊＊, what？

I put ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ to your head, your white tee ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊, now give up the bread, I'll fill ya ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Put a ＊＊＊＊ in your wig with the ＊＊＊＊, ya dig？
Said, ＊＊＊＊ the kids, I don't play that ＊＊＊＊

It's all part of the game, man, the game ain't fair
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ gots no heart, ＊＊＊＊, my ＊＊＊＊ don't care
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, homie, you see that flare
Your life start to flash, ya ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, who cares？

If you can't hold on, ＊＊＊＊, 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 ＊＊＊＊, 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 ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, boy, I ain't ＊＊＊＊ wit cha

The Unit's my hood, my ＊＊＊＊, my ＊＊＊＊, my ＊＊＊＊
My ＊＊＊＊, my liquor, my family, my ＊＊＊＊
We soldiers, we ＊＊＊＊, they know us, they feel us
They know we gorillas, you know who the realest

The Unit's my ＊＊＊＊, my ＊＊＊＊, my ＊＊＊＊, my ＊＊＊＊
My protects, my family, do you understand me？
My ＊＊＊＊, my ＊＊＊＊, my wife, my son
My love, my ＊＊＊＊, my stacks, them figures

＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Black Dickie suit and a ＊＊＊＊black ski mask
＊＊＊＊ first, this is how I react and we act
Like it's nothin', Cashville ＊＊＊＊ used to that, listen

If you can't hold on, ＊＊＊＊, hold on
It seems like it never lasts
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you ＊＊＊＊


Young Buck Feat. Snoop ＆ Trick Daddy
I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fool
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u!
'Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no tellin' what I'd do
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u!

＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, he used to be a hustler, he ain't real no more
'Cause it's some ＊＊＊＊ in the hood, we wanna ＊＊＊＊ you for
Loose lips, sink ships, tattle tellin' gets you ＊＊＊＊ fast
I hope you get knocked off wit your snitchin' ＊＊＊＊

Made a deal 'cause the jail had you scared
Can't do your time so you sold to the feds
＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ yourself, you a ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ walkin'
L.T. got life and homie still ain't talkin'

So all of them ＊＊＊＊ puttin' wires on
Don't say nothin' when your family get ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
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 ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
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 ＊＊＊＊, who the ＊＊＊＊？

I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fool
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u!
'Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no tellin' what I'd do
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u!

Trip, me and Cuz used to dress alike, wear the same clothes
＊＊＊＊ the same ＊＊＊＊, my ＊＊＊＊ for life, so the gang goes
＊＊＊＊ used to bang with me, smoke ＊＊＊＊ with me

Oh, so shifty, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, switch the game up
Put me in the frame up, ＊＊＊＊ came up
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, tryin' to make a name for us
＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ and quite dangerous, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊

＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, real ＊＊＊＊, I'm dishin' out
Why you ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, I'm on this real ＊＊＊＊

Stack a bill ＊＊＊＊, crack a meal ＊＊＊＊
Every time I spills, ＊＊＊＊, yeah, I'm on this real ＊＊＊＊
Now don't you come to the house, Cuz, on the dub
'Cause I put my ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ bounce

I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fool
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u!
'Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no tellin' what I'd do
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u!

Hmm, the life I'm livin' and how I do my thug thizzle
Separates me from all of them ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
See, I don't deal with ＊＊＊＊ 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 street's got ears
Here's some ＊＊＊＊ doin' 20 to 30 years
That'll lie on your ＊＊＊＊ and knock five off his

Affiliation with ＊＊＊＊ that's living ruggedly
Will get a ＊＊＊＊ like me charged with conspiracy
Before you know it, you been followed by the knuckleheads
And your job is to make his ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ who you used to hustle with before
Kinda want to play the role, so they already told, you know

I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fool
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u!
'Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no tellin' what I'd do
Ooh, I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u!
I ain't f＊＊＊＊＊＊ wit u!


Young Buck Featuring Ky-Mani Marley
I need everybody to put they lighters in the air
Light it up

We 'bout to get
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass

We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang

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 though I don't know you

Coastin', smokin' with the sun roof open, me and Spider Loc
And Hennessy and ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊ know how I roll
That's why, when you see me on TV
It look like my eyes close, yeah

We 'bout to get
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass

We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang

Crumple up the ＊＊＊＊, let's paint this picture purple
And shawty, watch how you be hittin' that, that ＊＊＊＊ hurt you
We gotta puff, puff, pass, the ＊＊＊＊ must last
I put in my half, so don't touch my ＊＊＊＊

The ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ 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 got a question for ya, who the tightest up in here？

We 'bout to get
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass

We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang

Now okay, if God made ＊＊＊＊ and man made beer
Then who the ＊＊＊＊ you people trustin' up in here
See I smoke one when I wake up, I smoke to go to sleep
All the true ＊＊＊＊ smokers, they gotta smoke before they eat

Just stay focused and we gon' smoke this
Yeah, we got ＊＊＊＊ but we still hit the ＊＊＊＊
Put it in the air, remember that I brought enough to share
And I got a question for ya, who the tightest up in here？

We 'bout to get
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass

We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang

It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
Gimme that ＊＊＊＊, man
Hey, give me that fire, fire, fire
Gimme that, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Burnnin', burnnin', burnnin'

We 'bout to get
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass

We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, pass, puff, puff, pass
We gotten everythang


Young Buck Featuring Latoiya Williams

What did ya do to me？
What did ya do to me？
What did ya do to me, to me？

Even though I might ＊＊＊＊ a little
I know you love the way I work the ＊＊＊＊
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 ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ all night, any position you like
Thick coats by the coach, black Bentley Azure

I know, sometimes a ＊＊＊＊ 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, u ain't goin' nowhere

Time and time, I try to leave
But I just can't seem to leave your ＊＊＊＊ alone
Don't know why I can't let you go
And why I keep comin' back for more

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 you

U ain't goin' nowhere, how I know, because I told you so
And all that cryin' ＊＊＊＊ stop when I'm down below
＊＊＊＊, I'm on top when you hit that O
Now get that O, that's what the ＊＊＊＊ you came here for

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 ＊＊＊＊ to go
Now how the ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊, worry 'bout they own man
So when they start talkin' like that there
Tell them ＊＊＊＊ to get the ＊＊＊＊ out your ear
'Cause u ain't goin' nowhere

Time and time, I try to leave
But I just can't seem to leave your ＊＊＊＊ alone
Don't know why I can't let you go
And why I keep comin' back for more

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 you

What did ya do to me？
What did you do to me？
What did ya do to me, to me, baby？

What did ya do to me？
What did you do to me？
What did ya do to me, to me？

You keep tellin' me, I make you sick
But on some real ＊＊＊＊, quit ＊＊＊＊, you love this ＊＊＊＊
And even if she did leave because of the way I act
It be's like that, ＊＊＊＊ it, she'll be right back

You and I both know, if you and I both go
Our separate ways one thing's for sure
If you ever get the nerve to pack your ＊＊＊＊ and walk up out that
door
You ain't never comin' back no more
She ain't goin' nowhere

Time and time, I try to leave
But I just can't seem to leave your ＊＊＊＊ alone
Don't know why I can't let you go
And why I keep comin' back for more

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 you


Young Buck Featuring Lyfe
Woke up screaming, '＊＊＊＊ 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, oh

Woke up screaming, '＊＊＊＊ 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
The hardest thing I've ever had to do, sayin' bye to my seeds,
oh

＊＊＊＊, look at what I call my life, a ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊, 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 ＊＊＊＊ just might see prison tonight
My rent due, baby need food and shoes
I'm flat broke, still I refuse to lose

So I ＊＊＊＊, lookin' for the fools with jewels
I'm 'bout to see if it's true what a ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊
But I swear, as long as I'm breathin', I'm hustlin'
I'm thuggin' and this is the reason because I

Woke up screaming, '＊＊＊＊ 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, oh

If you see me in a suit and tie, tell all my ＊＊＊＊ goodbye
Tell 'em that I'm on my way
Say a prayer for me and hug the kids, tell God all of the ＊＊＊＊ I
did
And how the kids looked up to me, yeah

Hey, 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 ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Puttin' all kind of thangs in our baby's name

Tell the ＊＊＊＊, 'I'm rich, ＊＊＊＊', like my name, Rick James
I really ain't got ＊＊＊＊ 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 nothing'', 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 ＊＊＊＊ with Dre, I was feelin' like

Woke up screaming, '＊＊＊＊ 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, oh


Young Buck Featuring TI, Young Jeezy ＆ Pimp C
Ladies and gentlemen
I got my ＊＊＊＊ in my pants, ＊＊＊＊ in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I got my ＊＊＊＊ in my pants, ＊＊＊＊ in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws

I was standin' on the corner ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young ＊＊＊＊ havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
See, didn't nobody give me ＊＊＊＊, I got my ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ never landed but at least I didn't get caught
We don't even use scales, ＊＊＊＊ break off a ＊＊＊＊
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 ＊＊＊＊ with Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me ＊＊＊＊ in cups now
Three kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, ＊＊＊＊, the streets finna eat, yeah

I was standin' on the corner ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young ＊＊＊＊ havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ who ordered that quarter ＊＊＊＊ ain't even came by yet
Blew a whole ＊＊＊＊ of ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊, 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, ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊

Seen daily on the block, need ＊＊＊＊, we on the block
Keep the hatin' to yourself 'cause that ＊＊＊＊ be on the block
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin' on the block with ＊＊＊＊ to standin' on the top

I was standin' on the corner ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young ＊＊＊＊ havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊
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 ＊＊＊＊

Ain't nothin' to a G, ＊＊＊＊, I been here before
L.A. hoop, ＊＊＊＊, all you gotta do is score
I turn the brick into a label, ＊＊＊＊, 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 ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
You can't be serious, you ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that's thug motivation for your ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Wassup？

I was standin' on the corner ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young ＊＊＊＊ havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young ＊＊＊＊ havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I got my ＊＊＊＊ in my pants, ＊＊＊＊ in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I got my ＊＊＊＊ in my pants, ＊＊＊＊ in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws


Young Buck Featuring Young Jeezy
6 1 5, Cashville, we buck, yeah
Toomp, I got you, ＊＊＊＊
A.T.L. to Cashville, ＊＊＊＊
Aiyyo Jeezy, whattup ＊＊＊＊？
Aiyyo, it's on me tonight, ＊＊＊＊
Let's get it

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ho
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya ＊＊＊＊ up
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ right there so they can pick ya ＊＊＊＊ up, yeah
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？

It's Young, Jizzle and the homie, Buck
We still ridin' dirty, think we givin' a ＊＊＊＊？
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 ＊＊＊＊
See cuz, over there, he'll ＊＊＊＊ ya ＊＊＊＊ for nothin'
C.T.E. and ＊＊＊＊, we buckin', ＊＊＊＊

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ho
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya ＊＊＊＊ up
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ right there so they can pick ya ＊＊＊＊ up, yeah
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？

Let me go and show you ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ in the cab

Got a ＊＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊＊ for nothin'
6 1 5, Cashville, we buckin'

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ho
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya ＊＊＊＊ up
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ right there so they can pick ya ＊＊＊＊ up, yeah
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do？

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya ＊＊＊＊ up
＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ right there so they can pick ya ＊＊＊＊ up, yeah
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊
＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, ＊＊＊＊, you better buck, ＊＊＊＊, yeah