me against you Toe to toe Blow for blow I can guarantee you gon' lose [Verse 1: Young Buck] Watch out i got my 2 strings tied I'm wicked inside You
Vertaling: Lloyd Banks. My teen U (Met Young Buck).
A game Crush the competition Let the best man win Coz its me against you Toe to toe Blow for blow I can guarantee you gon' lose [Verse 1: Young Buck
live right and pray you take me through And with this song I dedicate to you, my Lord Lord, you mean the world to me Before I was born you chose me You always hear me
end, friend 'Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make ten They'll take you for everything you got Or else they'll sign you and they put on the
' G I break crazy A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me, clock me, cops wanna glock me Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs can't stop me Uhh
the mornin light Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight My momma and daddy was too young to raise me right. Maybe I been made a man from all
in You could bet your life against me Bet your ass, I'm gonna win You take that chance, you roll them dice I prove you wrong, you prove me right So
I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by you And burn your eyelashes off like a crack lighter Nigga you stupid riding by trying to blast me '
chance, You niggas is fearin' my sawed-off, Put me to rest so fast to blast if you thinkin' of kickin' it you best be packin' your shit you bitch, Not
) Get that money, honey, act like you know (Like you know) Mama, I like how you dance, the way you fit in them pants Enter the floor, take it low, girl, do it again You
what you wanna be Young, rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me And they runnin' up on me usually in groups of them But not just everyday but you
last It used to be about old pimps and macks But now we got the young bucks trying to jack It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked Got you
be and you better believe You'll be looking at her mean next time you meet Young tender won't care she's still fine here You come again with your playboy line you
? Like this, complicated you must stay up You asked a simple question boy, don't say, "What?" You only live once and you callin' it hell Policeman tryin' to take you to jail You
very end And if you call me fake I'll say, "So what? I got you standin' and noddin' like you just shot up So, boy, straightin' up I'm still rappin'" Comin' at you fresh, do you
