Lyrics:
succeed, then believe I split
Can you blame me? Young buck, dirty-ass pops trained me
Moms allowed it, daddy was about it (Bout it)
Game got inherited
When I was a young buck
I tried to be liked by
Everyone
Everyone
I tried so hard to be funny and nice
I tried so hard to be sugar and spice
grams, you outta luck
Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what
We all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust
Freeze, we in the breeze with
Lookin' at them young bucks just green as frogs
But I ain't layin' back no time to laugh
I ain't layin' back
There's new kids a comin' gunning for that
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
have enough Young Bucks to fuck with 50
Now who fuckin' with me? Me and
That gun was born siamese twins
So where I move, it's comin' with me
You down
Young Buck, King David
He is a depicted as, as a righteous King
Although not without fault, as well as
Acclaimed warrior, musician, poet
I'll take a fuckin' car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
Niggas jumped me 'cause they couldn't beat me one-on-one
a new boyfriend
And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South
Even Young Buck can vouch,
I done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force One's
In Cashville, but Compton is
Where it's just me, my son, and my bitch
She graduated when Notorious B.I.G.
[Young Buck]
G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphilis bitch you stuck with this
I'ma loyal nigga nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still
family suck
Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up
Make you strip butt-naked
Young buck got struck with the gun butt
(For what?)
For tryin' to tuck
family suck
Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up
Make you strip butt-naked
Young buck got struck with the gun butt
(For what?)
For tryin' to tuck
Imma go and run
Imma run it up
I don't care what I've done
I don't give a fuck
Used to do this shit for fun
Now I'm counting bucks
Young niggah
I was just a young buck, growing up quick
Catch a flashback,we were livin that shit
I grew up on a council plot
Aint have a lot but my jam was
go pickup a pen
We're stuck in these streets, it's all we know
'Til we pick up a knife
Then when young bucks can't get off the road
We're roadents,
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
the hustlas, now back to the Gs
Cops trying to cease my beans
No nice clothes were caught in the morning
Trying to crease my jeans
I remember me as a young buck
house, tie granny up
Make you strip butt-naked
Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)
For tryin' to tuck the necklace
I'm young hungry
Everybody say
Yeah, it's 50 Cent an' Lloyd Banks
An' Young Buck an' Joe, G Unit
Baby, I wanna rock 'n' roll, wit Joe to the come up
An' still
the bitches perish nigga you'll see
[Young Buck]
Ain't nothin like the smell of gun powder, the shells hittin the pavement
Even the paramedics couldn't
of a young buck
Got stuck, now you're bleedin'
Hospital ward, is got your reading
Learn about the knowledge of self ya see
That ya mad enough to go
the bitches perish nigga you'll see
[Young Buck]
Ain't nothin like the smell of gun powder, the shells hittin the pavement
Even the paramedics couldn't
when I'm gon get
My motherfuck money on niga
But I'll be back, hold up niga
Young buck let's go
Buck Marley nigga tell me where the weed at
I pop
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