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Hair up no make up on,
Baby girl you still too gorgeous,
G string, my tee shirt on,
Little things like that so perfect,
Smoking blunts in

make sure I get what I got when I got it 
I make sure I do what I want when I want it 
and that's how I like to be, dig me 
you got to feel how this

Roll that smoke that
I'm trying to get high
Growing up i aint think it'd be quite like this
One by one I'm checking off my list
Nights like this
Money

a hot bath
Sit and kick back
Yeah you know how it goes
I'm stepping up and it's game time
I'm winning
Or matter fact
Ey yo I already won
Since day one

how I feel
Ooooh baby
Grind with me
Your love is like honey
So be all you can be
Pretty picky sticky icky no quicky
Pretty Ricky yo favorite jam
Get

Say It to My Face

MJG

Buck the World [Clean]

2006

[Young Buck]
I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches
No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishers
Get some money ho, why you wanna watch

Maybe
Fuck how I love
Runnin so deep and I'm rubbin the bean
Ultimate buzz
Dryin up early just turned twenty
But ya popped a KP
9 o'clock on a Thursday
No

flying high and you left me at the gate 
Don't know where to go
Guess I'm going home
So I'll be on my way
On and on and on we both keep lookin for which

strong two g's) Until him get right
I fell asleep in the Porche behind the wheel
Woke up comin off the wall and that's real

Yeah! I need you to feel me

restructured not new designed and
Shattered but not in fragments
Keep goin if you still have it

I gotta support me now
Cuz I can see my time comin
I won't be

you scream like a bad ho
This shit is getting vital
I'm still waiting to get viral 
Can't wait to break records 
And my name to be in the Bible 

I

Pretty much how I live my life
I am no set back
Back to the wall like an ump
Uh
Hit a Budden up with a pump
Me t' ya dead
What you want
Kill a whole

of your life
Hard, so hard to be still
Even when you on my nerves I can't ignore ya
When you find the love of your life
I'm thinkin' I'll keep you in my

money then run it up 
You got you some money it ain't enough 
But still it's some money so ante up

Ayo Dra, where the bread
Need the loud not no reg
You

See I dont know how am I supposed to talk to you,
No matter what I say, feels wrong for you
Caught up in your thoughts way too much
I dont really

a couple homies in the pen like they was zero
Tryna fill the hole by gettin high and smoking pre rolls
Aint no one know how it really go
When I'm feeling

I offered my music to all of these labels
I offered my heart up to all of these models
And I got rejected by both
But you still see me up on stage

I got yo b*tch
She on my nuts
You kiss he next
You nasty fuck
You must like kids
You dirty bitch
You ate my nut

Brand new drak'
Still up this pump

you've wasted
Dreaming and scheming, but never achieving
Now look up at the stars, take a deep breath
And give up

How am I supposed to be the one who

the streets is pain
No matter how many motherfuckers is slain
Hold your head son, maintain
Fuck getting the tumour in your brain
Mutherfuck the rumour that you

my eyes lookin dead my face is showing no emotions
You pop open my head you'll see my thoughts they make commotion
When I'm living day by day with

Domestic Violence

Tiffany

The Year of the Backslap

1999

your gear ain't shit  your jewels ain't shit 

your kicks ain't shit  nigga  your whips ain't shit 

Bobby  you ain't shit  nigga I'm the shit

she says she
Gets cold a lot

Next door to her is the Canarsie
Dressing room I actually grew
Up in Canarsie it's still a
Dump and inside is Usher
Who

see that I'm tryna be enemies
Shaking out hope cause that do get the best of me
Making it seem like I'm Cloud in a fantasy
Not a disease but you still