they'll barely frisk you Cuz, I proved I move the retail Make the smoothest grooves wit female And I remove the rules on V12's You aint never seen it
They Aint Bone Enuf To Come Fuck Wit Us, Bankhead Gone Buck Wit Us, Westside Gone Buck Wit Us, Atl Gone Buck Wit Us,U Think Fabo Aint Ready To Come Out
[Intro:] Ya Ya Ey Ya Im Back Muthafuckas Ya Haha Haha Haha This Sounds Like One Nigga I Aint Tryna Sale 10 Million Copies Nigga Im Tryna Sale A Million
try an do it big like da kid from bedstuy I see death around da corna and i aint scared I got a carbon wit 15 and I'm fully prepared (that's right) Lord
I started my own label and I signed myself I aint lookin for no artists cuz Im fire myself And im guaranteed a job I aint gonna fire myself... [Chorus x2] Listen Young Buck
buck buck and buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck again
heh-heh) Ya'll roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day Ya'll youngin's chase, I'm Patron an' it's great I like South Beach, but I'm in St. Tropez Ya'll drink
You mother fucker's ain't showing Tech Nina no love [Verse 1:] Fuck Muh-Fuckers, buck Muh-Fuckers And the pain come nigga with a bang, I'ma killer, better duck Muh-Fucker
nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr Im the franchize nigga, Chris fucking Paul Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck
Verse And Game Was Covenced I Gotthe Stray Jacket Flow Im Insane When I Spit And How Yall Talkin Dat Young Gun Shit Yall Young But Yall Aint Guns Yall Aint
the remix, its an honor my n*gga I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna
about the remix, its an honor my n*gga I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers
Remix Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix [Verse 4: T.I.] You Knowin' My Attitude Shitty, Only A Buck Fifty So I Keep The Smitty's Wit Me, Shhh They Comin To
I stay "G'd Up", when im hanigin' out tha window wit that AK fillin ya punk ass wit holes [50 Cent] Cocaine,heroin,extacy,marijuana,im new on that greyhound fuckin wit
bud I dont need security, this old nickel enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs If you
Off Me Stompin Hoes To The Flo' I Aint Never Scared To Pop Heat Ahh All On Your Burnt Chest I Aint Got No Shit Tonight Aint No Thing To Bust Your Head
Luv, They Aint Bone Enuf To Come Fuck Wit Us, Bankhead Gone Buck Wit Us, Westside Gone Buck Wit Us, Atl Gone Buck Wit Us,U Think Fabo Aint Ready To Come