Lyrics:
Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno
We know Tarantino a killer
But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck
Ha, I Know What The Streets Want
All The DJ's Too
Haha, I Told You Nigga's Id Be Back
It's Young Buck
I'm Back Reincarnated Bitches (Let's Go)
Yes
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just
the UBP's
O.G.'s, and they young seeds
"I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music on my
a stop all that
By shooting for the knees.
Redrum is Audi 5OOO G.
Kelly Park started in '85 and ended in '93.
[Young Malcolm]
Piruuuu loooove,
Shakespeare and the US3 Penal System, test me if you please
Used to be Young Ron, call me the young don
And I'm still the young don, where the grape poupon
payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
bitches)
(Ron Ron do that shit)
They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
Musty, uh, my
Gangsta shit
USA, right?
Germany-bound
For all you suckers out there
Kurupt Young Gotti
Dogg Pound Gangstas front-liner
Kurupt Young Gotti
For
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
Yeah
Uh-huh
Beautiful evils
Yeah
Check me out
Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
My young niggas
missing, right from wrong
Respect game, young nigga, tell them haters so long
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down,
And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I've
And ain't no jokin'
Fresh like fat-laces and dukey ropes and I keep on smokin'
Young but I'm ready, so that means I'm strokin'
If you pet me nowadays,
Taped Conversation
The streets wanna know
What young buck gon do
How how Young Buck gonna respond
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
Taped conversation, streets wanna know, what
Young buck gon do? How
How Young Buck gon respond? (laughin)
If you see me in the streets rollin
Let's slow dance to yo favorite songs
The night is young old jams playing in my home
You a star no Patrick but shout out to my homes
Especially
to bend for a young nigga, flex on flex
I got that paper stacks
All this hating got me back to rap, but I ain’t writting shit
So I do it from the dome
off
Steady working on the album
Racking up the missed calls
Fucking niggas on the first night
What is with yall
I'm a hypocrite, I still will put you in
Albums out payed for by my fees
Results changed just to suit all my needs
Killed the pain made away from the streats
In school was absent so the score was
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
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