Playlist Young Buck

young buck - 24 s remix

50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
Haha..
Get?em Buck!

[G-Unit ~ Chorus]
24?s Calicos
That?s how all my gangsters roll
Get dat dough fuck dem hoes
That?s how gg-g-unit rolls
24?s Calicos
That?s how all my gangster roll
Get dat dough fuck dem hoes
That?s how gg-g-unit rolls

[Young Buck]
I got my pistol in my lap, and the top drop down
An AK in the back cuz a nigga hot now
And I been shooting, and I been robbing
Fifty telling niccas I?m a mutherfuckin prophet [gun shot]
I come from the bottom, but birds I got?em
I ?grip? two cents in harlem , serve all?em
To me what I deserve man
Fuck what you heard man
They doing a Tennekee?
So who tha? real wurd man
They try to stop us, but I load up my choppa
Put my eye in tha? scope and pop?em right in their pajamas [gun shot]
Do what we say so is waitin on Yayo
So we can double back and give the fans what they paid for
Ever since the game came back to reality
These Niggas that ain?t sellin, they mad at me, but had at me
then, I take it right back tha? block
And Tennessee, we known to put tha? pirates on the pot

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Banks got.. Jamican queens showin? dem around
We about to bounce from Brooklyn den head up town
The first down south nicca getting popping on the east coast
Like I dun want ????? I?m from the streets hoe
Gotta keep my heat cloaked just incase we bump headz
I?m goin backside with a gunshot, shell spray
Fuck what they say, G-unit?s is in dis bitch
With four assault rifles and 6 ?million? clips
Bulletproof beam parked outside da club
So we can shoot at ya?ll, but u can?t shoot at us
My westcoast niccas get ur bang on to diz
If u ain?t throwin? up ur hood, den u dun belong in diz bitch
One tyme for big pac, two times for tupac
Stuff tha shit out of a nigga ina G-unit Reebok
I?ve been ?patiently waiting? while niggas was hating
I?m trying to keep count all this fucking money I?m makin
Bitch!

young buck - 4 kings

[Jazze Pha]
Ladies and Gentlemen..

[Hook - Young Buck]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws

[Chorus: Young Buck]
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)

[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I'm in the Porche, no passenger
Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficer
See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss
Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't got caught
We don't even use scails, niggaz break off a brick
Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get
They gave big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin' wit Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat
YEAHH

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Hey
Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat
That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet
Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain't even high yet
Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fly yet
Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin'
They done gave her 20 mil, well big deal pimpin'
Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin'
'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin'
Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women
In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions
Like me at 13, out in no supervision
Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin'
Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block
Keep the hatin' to yourself, 'cause that AK be on the block
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
Let's go
1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow
Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it's gon' snow
Told y'all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so
Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O
Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True)
LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score
I turn the brick into a label, nigga I'm a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss (Haha)
Sold two million records, and half a million O's (Damn)
Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks
You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' real
Just my ears alone, iss like a quarter a mil' (That's right)
Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup)
I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin' ass
Wassup

[Chorus]

[Hook - Young Buck]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws

young buck - all about money

[Verse 1]
You can catch me green stick it up,
Dick it up,
Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough after pickin up,
Feds on a nigga block ridiculous,
Cuz the game done brought all our shit to us,
I done bit the dust-countinus
Now i ride double ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you playin with much,
one in the chamber on the table when you chillin for lunch,
and head up with your door open feelin your blunt,
where im from 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the blunt,
Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump,
if its on-first draw thats a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin games start endin em up,
cuz your block young buck will start bendin em up,
as soon as your adrenaline pump,
make way dear lord cuz im sendin em up

[Chorus x2]
Its all about money,
gettin major paid,
stack your cheese in all different ways,
tote your strap and keep your khakis creased,
yeah nigga, you a thug like me?

[Verse 2-D-tay]
They call me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we dont play sir,
anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
wanna play rough?
yall cats wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff
niggas wanna start shit with they gun then run,
Tay dont wanna chase ya,
Bullets wait ta, replace ya,
hit em with the shells of the 45,
make em all duck, with the four-five buck,
put em all up,
got 2 so we got you but we dont give a fuck,
seals comin gunnin out the cut,
spittin at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds like im spittin on a track,
yall niggas know that you cant hold that,
ima spit the gat till the gat click-clat,
then chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this heat gone burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus yall guns,
hit a nigga up and leave his ass left numb,
dont play with me,
you know i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas down fatefully,
you think expectfully, just wait and see,
young buck and D-tay nigga ready to g,
If it pays to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big gotta limp when I walk,
Dont talk the talk cuz T.I.P. we comin,
First go about money

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3-Young Buck]
Its all bout thuggin,
gettin paid and shit,
you either slang the dope or hit major licks,
thats why all my niggas be sevin bricks,
yall gunna see what we workin with,
not me baby doll,
i aint hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 with a leather kit,
oh you dont wanna holla?
well whatever bitch,
dont say shit when the bezzle flip,
see a nigga tote straps for the hell of it,
I aint givin a fuck about jealous shit,
And I dont smoke weed for the smell of it,
Just before I kill, I inhale the shit,
You cant trail me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with about 50 cakes,
once a nigga find out its all heart no shake,
thats when I infest the place,
im thugged out,
up in the drug house,
got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce,
we da real ass niggas, all work no slouch,
can i get that there? all that count,
all they amount,
but when it go down and a nigga make all ya say all that out,
what you gunna do nigga what you about,
either ride or die, when im raised in the south,
love the block, when a nigga wake up, i wash my face and then hug my glock, brush my teeth and scream south side, smoke a blunt and put on my socks,
but it still dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga been out here on his own-livin day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm

young buck - all my life

[Intro]
Now we can't lose (fo' sho'),
Ya'll n****s wanna know what we did this is what we did n****

[Verse 1 Young Buck]
Extended the family wit a wire recruited a couple comrades,
I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats,
Bad ass lil' n**** wit a trash bag now I gotta confess it,
Every day arrested,
N****s wanna test this to get at the hoes,
So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold,
Bitches 17 years old round 100 kilos,
After ya'll pickin' pot out your nose with afros,
Rollin' with the big boys soakin up game,
And we'll be back seat with the cardier frames
The easier it got n**** the harder it came,
But I stayed in the game,
That's the heart in this man,
There'll be hell on earth if I stay in the game,
Talk about pickin' up dirt like the broncos plane,
Call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways,
A hatos man feel crime don't pay

[Chorus]
All my life I visualized me handlin' mine,
And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times,
And I'm drawin' a line before I get to far behind,
Lord if I'm lyin' strike me down in the eye

All my life I visualized me handlin' mine,
And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times,
And I'm drawin' a line before I get to far behind,
Lord if I'm lyin' strike me down in the eye

[Verse 2 T-Day]
The last verse I wrote, I burnin' my hand,
Cause there's only so much heat, that my hand can stand,
I'm too hot to spit that,
You not you get that,
Don't get to hight, or this glock'll click back,
I bitch smack n****s and I aint that mean,
My chopper goin do you popper look at what that did,
I'm clip flipin', pistol gripin', dippin', set trippin',
Believe me you don't wanna see me wit the 4tec spittin',
You bullshittin',
I'm just goin' live by you guys,
My whole team roll me homey, ride or die,
Ridin' high,
Sheaf and do-do like I'm in Cali,
I'm type this one for the block and blast from the alley,
I'm all wit it don't be Montana,
Extra banana,
In my state on my way down to Atlanta,
Just crossed the Tennessee line,
All my life I visualized me handlin' mine

[Young Buck]
It's all for one and one for all n****

[Chorus]
All my life I visualized me handlin' mine,
And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times,
And I'm drawin' a line before I get to far behind,
Lord if I'm lyin' strike me down in the eye

All my life I visualized me handlin' mine,
And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times,
And I'm drawin' a line before I get to far behind,
Lord if I'm lyin' strike me down in the eye

young buck - bang bang

Bang Bang
I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down

Young Buck:
Don't Nobody Wanna Die, But Everybody Wanna Ball
Somebody Gotta Go, When Them Killa's Call
You Know It's In Us All, You Just Gotta Find It And Use It
You Can Get Away With It, If You Don't Abuse It
The Streets Talk, The Beats Mark, Cuz That Heat Comin'
And If They Know That You Did It, You Better Keep Runnin'
I Think I See Sumthin, There Go My Enemy
Only Lord Knows Where This Nigga F'nd To Be
Tennakee, Still The Price Is As Real If You Look It
Might Give It To You For 5, Depend On If I Took It
Nigga Anything Goes, My Shop Never Close
From The Nickels And The Dimes To The Whole Kilo
The Real Niggas Feel Me, The Haters Wanna Kill Me
But I'm Holdin' Down My City, Me And This 9 Milli
While Your Throwin' Bricks, And Hidin' Ya Heads
Homie, I Know Where You Hang
Ain't No Thang To Walk Up And Let That Chopper Go...

(Backround)
Bang Bang
I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down

Young Buck:
Now All The Gangsta's Pray
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me

Just Think If I Ain't Empty The Clip, And He Killed Me
Would I Still Be Livin'?, Would My Homeboy's Miss Me?
How Many Niggas Bust They Gun When They Have To?
Don't Need No Ski Mask When It's Time To Get At You
I'm Glad You Done Seen What It Look Like When We Left
Brain Fragments From Shot-Gun Blasts'll Take A Nigga Breathe
It's Death Before Dishonesty, Dope Deals And Robbery
Poppa Wasn't Around, But That Shit Didn't Bother Me
I'd Probably Be In The Penitentary
But I Played The Cards, The Dead Lord Sent To Me
The Whole Truth, I Use This Booth To Speak To My Thug Niggas
Why You Mad At Me? The Government's The Drug Dealers
Before I Let This Police Kid Harass Me
This Rookie Ass Cop Gon' Have To Blast Me
He Asked Me For Identification, I Looked At Him And Laughed
He Made A Move And I Heard A Blast
Thats What You Get, Bitch

(Backround)
Bang Bang
I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down

Young Buck:
Now All The Gangsta's Pray
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me

It's Goin Down Around Here Nigga
Get Ya Muthafuckin Head Bust
Them Muthafuckin Street Lights Go Out
And Them Real Niggas Come Out
All The Bitch Niggas Go In The House
Just Not A Game, Man
Don't Fuck Around And Lose Your Brain
And Hey, All My Real Niggas Pray

Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me

Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me

young buck - black gloves

Young buck:
Walk through a nigga block, 2 glocks, 2 tecks, 2 2-3's
Give a nigga what he really want, when bitch niggas don't want
Beef
Bitch niggas don't know me, wait till a nigga get in range
Hate when a nigga wanna run his mouth, and live his life in
Pain
We ain't even used to this, talk and where the gun shots at?
Loose lips sank ships, ya'll niggas didn't even pop back
Oh lord, i swore, if any muthafucka holla my name
Im raw, spelled backwards, that's what i'm gon' bring
Banks, what a nigga think?, we ain't got guns
No troops, everything bulletproof, sniper's layin' down on the
Roof
Stash box in the coupe nigga, i'm tellin' you the truth nigga
Raise them lil bitty boys, all they do is come shoot niggas

Black gloves, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next

Put a couple holes in a hoe
Let a nigga know he 'bout to go
Put the pump right to his throat
Bet he won't talk no more

Black gloves, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
Black gloves, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next

I'm commin', through the front door, mask on, let's ride
Everybody on the muthafuckin floor, soon as a nigga get inside
My hood, my click, your wife, my bitch
Show a nigga that you really love him, set him up to hit a good
Lick
Cops comin', i'm not runnin, if i do die, don't cry
I haven't planned on stayin' long anyway, i ain't gon' lie
Wonder why i still got bricks, wonder why i still got clips
Cuz ain't a damn thing changed, ever since young buck got rich
Are ya ready for the outcome, why you walkin 'round without a
Gun
Shit real, till a nigga get killed, then you wanna run and get
One
Fuck that! i'm callin' out names, ja rule, ya'll lose
I don't even care how it started, fuck me?, fuck you!
Wait till yayo get home, we gon' really get these niggas gone
But for now nigga, hold on, im'a show you how to break a bone
Cashville, tennekee nigga!, we thug you knew it
New york, we here, for life, g-unit!

Black gloves, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
Black gloves, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next

50 cent:
Yeahhhh, young buck nigga, cashville, tennessee nigga
From your hood to my hood muthafucka, new york city nigga, haha
Real shit nigga, it's all good nigga, haha, it's all hood nigga

young buck - blow some weed

Hey Whoo Kid, he hotter than a motherfucker

[Young Buck:]
Hey yo, you know what?
I'm startin' to feel myself a little bit
You know?
Money lookin' right
The block lookin' good
You know what i'm sayin'?
And niggas is eatin' around my way

[Chorus: Young Buck]
We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch

We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
The mayor of the city
I know you niggas hear me
I park the Phantom in the projects just me and 50
The Dope Boy Committee
Go fill an application out
We 'gon give you a call back if its what you say its 'bout
Alright lets get this money niggas
We trappin' twenty hours until they come and get us
I can't be movin' over no pennies
Cause we will come and get it
So all you niggas with them high prices I ain't with it
Spit it...
Down the middle
Flip it and give me mine
I'd be lyin'
If I said that I stopped but i'm tryin'
What you buyin'?
What you need
Where you at? Where you be
Got the coke
Got the dope
Got the bills and the weed
Come on

[Chorus: Young Buck]
We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch

We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Pillsbury Dough Boy painted on the side
Baking soda seats this my dope man ride
All the junkies see me comin'
And they all get to runnin'
Before I can get out they hollain' "What you got for me?"
I make another stack
Then go check another trap
Got my mind on my money and my hand on my strap
The block throw a party when a cop get shot
So when they come through here.. They do not stop
And everyday we hustlin' like it or not
Just keep the old folks cool and we can set up shop
These young niggas act a fool start runnin' it hot
If a nigga break the rules i'm a show him what I got
Bitch

[Chorus: Young Buck]
We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch

We be countin' big stacks
Candy paintin' Cadillacs
Chevy got that thing in the back
And I just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch
Just bought another pack
Blow some weed in this bitch

[Young Buck:]
Yeah dope boy music nigga
Hey Houston, Buck The World
Spray paint it on the project buildings for me niggas
Ha ha ha
Oh man..
We gettin' money in Ca$hville
I know they gettin' money in the A
They gettin' money in Memphis
They gettin' money in Houston
Money everywhere shit
Nigga they still gettin money in Louisianna, New Orleans
They my niggas
Money in Ohio, St. Louis
Money all over this bitch
As long as they got eighteen with us they got money
Do the math bitch

young buck - bonafide hustler

50 Cent:
Yeah, I'm A Special Kinda Nigga With Mine's
I Grind, I Get's Paper, You Know What I Mean?
Hahaha

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 Heaven's For The 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 Disolve
Save Reciedo Some Food Stamps, We Stackin' It Off
Past That Joint, Whats His Name Son? I Dont 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 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 N' I Ain't Straped, 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

Young Buck:
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 Road, We Just Get It And Go
When You See Them Tennessee Tags Nigga, You Already Know
I Don't Trust No Hoes, Thats How 'T Got Pop'd
He Told The Bitch Where His Stash Was, He Told It To The Cops
Me And Preist Had The Streets On Lock
He'd Break Down The Blocks, I'd Open Up Shop, 'Round 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

50 Cent:
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

Tony Yayo:
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' Everything
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 Exstacy
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 Trucka's And Bammer's
And I Can Chef Up A Miricle With Arm & Hammer
I'm A Hustler, Man I Supply The Fiends
I'm A Hustler, Nigga I'll Sell You A Dream

50 Cent:
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

young buck - buck the world

[Chorus: Lyfe]
Woke up screaming fuck the world today I, had it up to here
Ex-girlfriend got custody today cause, they say she feels
that I'll never be the daddy that she, wants me to be
Hardest thing I've ever had to do, sayin bye to my seeds, ohhh

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Young Buck]
Damn, look at what I call my life, a glock-9
And a eightball of white, I got mine
Well, not quite, I got signed
And 50 put me right in the light, it took time
Meanwhile I'm livin the life
Where a nigga just might see prison tonight
My rent due, baby need food and shoes
I'm flat broke, still I refuse to lose
So I smoke, lookin for the fools with jewels
I'm 'bout to see if it's true what a uzi do
Nobody cares, and life ain't fair or free
The best thang you can do is say a prayer for me
And how dare, y'all try to lock me up
You not here, so you ain't really givin a fuck
But I swear, as long as I'm breathin, I'm hustlin
I'm thuggin, and this is the reason because I

[Chorus]

[Lyfe]
If you see me in a suit and tie (in a suit and tie)
Tell all my niggaz goodbye (tell my niggaz goodbye)
Tell 'em that I'm on my wayyyyy (tell 'em I'm on my way man)
Say a prayer for me and hug the kids (hug the kids)
Tell God all of the shit I did (the shit I did)
And how the kids looked up to me (cause they did look up to me nigga!)
Yeahhhh

[Young Buck]
Heyyy - holla if you feel my pain
I been to hell and back, and I'm still the same
The block hotter than flames, but we sell the 'caine
Puttin all kind of thangs in our baby's name
Tell the hoes "I'm rich bitch" like my name Rick James
I really ain't got shit, but I can't complain
Cause L.T. got life, and Big Ju got fifty
Jimmy did his ten and D doin his twenty
Come get me, seems like it's no way out
So when I say "Dirty," you say "South"
Tryin to put my hands on somethin, brush off my shoulders
Buy up some land or somethin, get what they owe us
You don't have a plan, you're nuttin is what they told us
Remember what the O.G.'s showed to the soldiers
Gotta make it to heaven or die tryin to get it
The day dude fuck with Dre, I was feelin like

[Chorus]

young buck - buss yo head

[Intro: Young Buck]
Aight rap niggaz (yeah!)
You got 24 hours to live nigga (ha ha)
Your time's up right motherfuckin now nigga
Dah dah dah dahhhh

[Chorus: Young Buck]
Y'all niggaz ain't no killers, y'all niggaz some hoes
And y'all act like gorillas but you already know
If the gangstas feel us then 50 should'ta let me go
All the rappers that was beefin they ain't talkin no mo'
I'll bust they motherfuckin head ho (who wanna diiiie?)
I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide)
I'll bust they motherfuckin head ho (who wanna diiiie?)
I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide)

[Young Buck]
Can't wait to see ya homie, gotta keep that Nina on me
Haters wanna leave me lonely - but y'all ain't killin me
Fuck you, ya ain't feelin me, what you eat don't make me shit
I'm cleanin my artillery and wipin off these hollow-tips
Shawty like to swallow dick, and she set up good licks
I treat her like a pit and holla - GET 'EM GIRL, GET HIS BRICK!
You know if you snitch, what we do to tattletales
Cut off yo' bottom lip, send it to you in the mail
I'm coverin up my trails, I smell gunpowder
And the hood hot as hell cause of 48 hours
All my niggaz tryin to rob a rapper and get a bird
Take his platinum and his fur, get in the back of that hearse
Muh'fucker

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Interlude]
Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
(Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin)
Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
(Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin)

[Young Buck]
Yes, I brought a A.K. to my concerts
So I don't need security, I put in my own work
I'm walkin with my jewelry, I know I ain't from round here
But y'all gon' have to kill me before I lay it down, yeah
I was on the news for knockin him out his shoes
But the dude got a son that go to my daughter's school
So I'm cool, cause I can grab what he love most
And that's the reason why you see me laughin then go
Pay the bond money, let me get back to the streets
The one man army, a Indian with no chief
I got a bomb on me, so e'rybody move slow
Biggie Smalls said it, "If I go, you got to go"

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Young Buck]
(Beef) Is when I see you niggaz on the streets
The barrel of the beretta knock out motherfuckers teeth nigga
(Beef) Just when you think it's good to go to sleep
I crawl from under the bed, and put a hole in your head homie
(Beef) Is probably what you rappers gonna die fo'
It's somethin that we live by, somethin that we ride fo'
It's (beef) so when you see that '72 Caprice
With a chopper out the window like, buck a motherfucker
This is (beef); just know that there will never be peace
This 40-Glock'll make you niggaz NEVER sell a CD
And since it's (beef) well this might be my last verse
Cause I'ma set it off, I'm about to blast first

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Outro: Young Buck]
HEY! Yeah
Niggaz know who it is nigga
It's ya homeboy Young Buck motherfuckers!
And I just beat another motherfuckin gun case, ha hahhhh!
You know what it is nigga
Top of Bullets-burg, the world keeps turnin
Dead bodies come up every day nigga
Get out the way! CAUSE I'M COMIN!!

young buck - buy your dope from me

(feat. Hi-C, Sosa)

[Intro: Young Buck]
Its colder than muhfucka outside..
I gotta get this money though, fuck that

[Chorus: Sosa]
Row, row, row, ya boat
Slowly down the street
Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary
Come and buy yo dope from me

[Verse 1: Sosa]
I hit my first lick, musta been the seventh grade
I came up on a chunk, I bought a coat and pair of J's
And I aint feel bad about it, on the block it was the way
I had to bend the rules a bit, I was tryna eat wit snakes
Bought a pack, paid my momma light billing by the day
You jus witnessed the clubs that you dealt into the game
25 birds on the counter, shit aint changed
My Mexicans, they let me get that chickens to the thang
I smokin' sumthin exquisite ridin' tinted in the range
Diamonds lookin jus like Buck's chain and his ring
Spinnin' through the city watchin menace spillin' caine

Jada-pinkett ridin' wit me lip game insane
Mayne..

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Hi-C]
Sandwich bags of pyrexx and some cocaine
Follow me, as I take you to the dope game
I got felonies, I can't get a nine-to-five
Quarter chickens, 5 G's, now that's time for 5
I cant fuck wit homeboy, I heard he would tell
All black Geneva scales, dope under my fingernails
Hot water, abra-kadabra, ready rocks
All straight and plastic glock, candy-red Chevy drop
Flood this muthafucka, coke all on every block
Tryna be number one like the chain that Nelly got
White square blocks like a baseball field
Embrace all fielders, south, eight, paul kills

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I got my hoopdie on hub caps postin', they lookin fo 24's
They pullin niggas over, they look like they getting dough
I stop at the store, to get some zip-lock bags
Jar full of dro, I gotta get rid of that
You know what they doin folk, aint no need to ask
And if ya only buyin' one, I don't need ya cash
Homie, jus stay in ya weight class and get you a safe stash
Whip it, whip, it, whip it, whip it, nigga then break the glass
These hoes will tell on you, I'm tellin you the truth
And if a hater try to rob you I'm tellin you to shoot

[Gunshot]

young buck - 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 phone
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.

[Chorus:]
... killing me since,
Way, came back,
And have been killing me since!
Way, came back,
And have been killing me since!
You niggers ain't shit, I've been killing... since. [x2]

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.

young buck - clean up man

[Young Buck]
Aiyyo you niggaz done ate long enough
G-UNIT! OHH!

[Chorus]
AYYY, I'm the clean up man!
It ain't too many niggaz that can do it like I can
When them records ain't sellin and the stitches start tellin
Motherfucker they yellin - GET 'EM BUCK!!
Grindin grindin, I can make it happen
Cause I'm - grindin grindin, I ain't only rappin
Man I'm - grindin grindin, you know who to call
I be - grindin grindin, this is for my dawgs

[Young Buck]
What's goin on with the Unit these days? (let 'em know)
Well I'ma tell you e'rybody gettin paid
And I hear you niggaz talkin, prayin on our downfall
Took a couple losses, still we some outlaws
Ya bitch still lovin my swag
We let you niggaz eat, why the fuck is you mad?
I never left the streets, I really ran to 'em
And since I know they watchin me I let my man do 'em
Money, a house and a bad bitch
Way 'fore the rap game man I had this (niggaz know)
You don't know about bein broke
Standin on the block sellin fiends soap
Holla at me

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
Let's sip the 'gnac for a minute
Shawty you feelin this then put your back in it (hey!)
I'm back in it in an all-black fitted
in an all-black tinted-up drop top Bentley
Like - AYYY! You know what it is (yeah!)
I got my own jewelry baby, this ain't none of his (okay!)
Just holla when you NEED ME
Show a nigga love when you SEE ME
I can carry the weight, 50 just put it on my shoulders
G-Unit is the gang, I'm a motherfuckin soldier
They thought it was over, he let me out the cage (hey!)
So now they got me standin on this goddamn stage, like

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
Before I leave let me put this on your brain
If rap stop today, I still do my thang
I bought a Benz way before I bought me a chain
Took my momma out the Bricks and bought a car in her name
Paid my nigga Head bond just to get him on the streets
Hope if I get locked up niggaz do it for me
Keep the project lights on, payin e'rybody bills
All my homies dead, I'm takin care of e'rybody kids
And I got this, you can count on me
to come through, when the home team down by three
I'm gon' shoot, and even if a nigga did miss
I bet you next quarter I'll be back in this bitch, like

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Outro: Young Buck]
Yeah, y'know niggaz out there
Nah nah, hold on
Y'know SOME niggaz out there
Mighta thought the Unit was over or some shit
You niggaz is losin your fuckin minds man, ha ha
Aiyyo man I got this shit right now, ya mean?
Get the FUCK out my lane, yeah
Y'know, that's why that nigga 50
That's why he got his feet kicked up right now
Ha ha, Sha Money I got you nigga
Straight up, so, oh yo
I'm expectin to be at the AWARDS this year!
Yeah...

young buck - do it like me

Young Buck:
All My Thugs And Thugets
Walk Where I Walk, See What I See
Now I Welcome You All To Cashville, Tennekee
All My Life, I Hustle'd All Night
Now I'm Alright, My Wrist Is All Ice
And I Did It All, Without Ya'll Advice
I Done Been To Hell And Back, Twice

You Cant Do It Like Me!

Now As The World Turns, I Let My Bud Burn
Police Writin' Down My Tags, Like Im Con'cerned
I Graduated From The Nickels And Dimes
You Need The F.E.D.'s Bitch, To Come Get Mine
Get On The Grind Hoe, And Stay The Fuck Up Outta Mine Fo'
The Kid's Find Daddy Lay'd Out With His Eyes Closed
I Know, Can't Be Humble In The Jungle
Give A Nigga An Inch, He'll Take A Whole Mile From Ya'
So I Bust First, Fuck This Earth Nigga
Whats Worse? Wakin' Up In The Pen, Or Sleepin' Up Under The
Dirt
Boo Yow! Is The Sound Of The 40 Cal.
Ak's Bananna Clips Hold A 100 Rounds
Test Me, Rude Boy Don't Want None
Got Jamacan's And Hesian's Buck, Buck, Buckin' They Gun
Where The Hood At? Nigga, That's Where I Come From
Where Shoot Dice, Snort White, Sell Crack And Heroine

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!

Somebody Tell Me What This World Comin' To
Why They Go Get They Metal Detector's When We Come Through
Yah, I Know We Got Beef, And Niggas Say They Wanna Kill Us
But You Can't Get Mad, Cuz The Whole World Feel Us
Do The Math, Half Of These Niggas Lying In They Rhymes
They Don't Even Read The Paper Work, Just Sign On The Line
I Got A 9, And A Heart To Go Get Mine
And I'll Be God Damn, If I Take A Loss This Time
I'm Fishline, In The Water, Nibble Only To Get Caught
May I Take Ya' Order? Yah, I Can Get It In New York
See The Streets Know, This Nigga Here'll Let The Heat Go
Be Low, Don't Be No Muthafuckin' Hero
A Kilo'll Get A Nigga Whole Click Killed
You Ain't Gotta Spend Shit, Niggas'll Hustle Up A Mill
When You Live With All The Roaches, You Kill All The Rats
And The Thugs, That Ain't Focused, Get They Head Cracked

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!

I Know I Got A Dirty Mouth, Bitch I'm From The South
I'm Nuthin Like What You Done Seen Or You Done Heard About
I'm In My Best On The Block, A Vest And A Glock, And The Rest In
My Sock
Unless I Was Pac, You Wont See Me With A Cross On My Back
Gotta Do My Own Thang, Can't Copy That Cat
Let Me Holla At Ya' For A Minute May'ne
If Ya Stand For Nuthin' Nigga, You'll Fall For Anythang
I'm Bustin Any Brain, They Say That I'm Insaine
But I Came In This Game With Cocaine In My Viens
What I'm Sayin, That I'm Trained To Go And Turn A Penny To A 20
You Complain, I'd Rather Work With What He Sent Me, Ain't It
Strange?
How I Went From A Hoopty To A Bently, I Ain't Changed
I'm In The Hood, You Want Me? Come And Get Me
Feel My Pain, But Don't Feel Sorry For Me
Cuz They're Some Kids In Samalia With Nuthin To Eat

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!

[Scratching {50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This
Clear}]

young buck - do it myself

(feat. 50 Cent)

[Talking:]
[50 cent:] Man i been tellin niggas over and over man
[Buck:] Ayo whatup niggas
[50 cent:] You know how i play with this nigga man
[Buck:] Ayo man?there be alot of niggas out here?.
talkin bout they got beef with g-unit..you know?
and i be seein these niggas?
i be by myself and shit niggas be like a hundred deep and shit..
i be like wassup nigga?
niggas be like na man it aint like that.

[Verse 1:]
look up its a full moon the sound of the winds blowin,
and you dont know you bout to get killed but i been knowing,
the nights still young i mind as well come 'round midnight,
just me all by my lonely my homies gon sit tight,
im walking with a glock and just a lil bit of gas money,
but bet i come back wha what them niggas done snatch from me?
my crip and blood thugs wanna get witcha,
they mad at me cause im tellin them its personal nigga,
i wanna see,
if this mothafucka want it with me,

so on three,
ima hop up out this SUV,
if you around ima feel like you down wit em,
just as soon as this round hit em,
you lay in the ground wit em,
awaken by satan go bein carried by the lord,
what ya life costs bill gates couldnt even afford,
aint nothin that can stop repercussions if i die,
this aint nothin to do with dr. dre motha fucka?
just you and i

[Chorus:]
I dont need 10 niggas with me,
i dont run and go get the police(i will do it myself)

you know me,
ima mothafuckin g,
if its beef bitch nigga we'll see(i will do it myself)

let em hate homie you know where i be,
you done seen me get down on tv(i will do it myself)

and i brought the whole unit with me,
but they already know how i be(i will do it myself)

[Verse 2:]
In the beggining i was humble,
just thankful for makin it out the jungle,
i've never ever said nuttin on this mic i didnt want to,
ima soldier and as soon as 50 give me a mission,
i mark my enemies territory then play my position(llets go!)
and homie know me even that nigga thats wearin ya chain,
see we both from the south but homie we aint the same,
and i remain in the same fuckin project buldings,
i got guns everywhere bullet holes in the ceiling,
my adrenaline pumpin,
got this 12 gauge dumpin out the back of this cutless if i get hit up then fuck it,(yeaaaa)
the reepa comin so dont look back just keep running,
tell 50 for this hit i dont need nothin you owe me one,
now show me sunny where he be at,
thats all i need to know,
you can go,
ima be back,
any other time i probably would of asked banks to ride,
but this aint nothin to do with g-unit nigga..just you and i

[Chorus:]
I dont need 10 niggas with me,
i dont run and go get the police(i will do it myself)

you know me,
ima mothafuckin g,
if its beef bitch nigga we'll see(i will do it myself)

let em hate homie you know where i be,
you done seen me get down on tv(i will do it myself)

and i brought the whole unit with me,
but they already know how i be(i will do it myself)

[50 Cent: talking]

young buck