Teen drinking, is very bad Yo, I got a fake I.D. though Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yo, two step wit' me, two step wit' me One, here comes the two to the three to
By myself, I'ma ride till no enemy is left When the middle finger, niggas, hit your block like insurgents There's no deterrents from us cleanin' your clock like detergents Buck
You've just been cracked, another Smoov Jizzell production Buck and Bun B y'all niggaz can't see this nigga Cashville to Texas We snatchin' niggaz out
Uh, oh, young buck Dirty south, yo I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp We ain't
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
ma is that your man fiance, trick or baby daddy husband, bestfriend or your sugar daddy we can cruise in the navi or cruise in the caddy i tongue
it Nigga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!) Traffican' and trappin' got me stackin' up these bucks Nigga, I was grindin' hard when Warren Sapp was with (The Bucks
nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce) Take it outside, nigga fuck fallin back Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack [Chorus - 2X] [Young Buck
[Intro : Young Buck] You know whudd it is.. G-Uniit, SAA-OUTH!! [All Star] Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Yeah (G'yeah), I'm tha Prince of tha 'Ville.. Ha.. All
nigga i am the streets not just the south but im the streeets im your neibourgh hood nigga they holla stop buck red light but green mean go if people
[Intro] It's tha Re-mix Young Buck! G-Uniit South! Ha ha! Aye yo, it's like I got a spot out in L.A. I got a spot in New York And I just got a spot in
all this big time and shinin' im postin up tonight lets get this money lets get this money lets get this money lets get this money [Young Buck] im on
mine and I know dat you need yours Shit ain't all good but tha hood still got my back And believe dat I got my strap (Get 'Em Buck!!) I don't wanna hear
Bang bang, I shot you down bang bang You hit the ground, bang bang That awful sound, bang bang I used to shoot you down Don't nobody wanna die but everybody
stamps, we stackin it all That's that joint what's his name son? I don't remember That Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November" I do a buck
shows, then hide behind they man, they homie I understand I'm a target, I'm on top But understand if you start it, I'm gon' pop I'm not and artist, buck
Yeah, it's 50 cent, young buck G-g-G-Unit We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder
