Lyrics:
[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
And it seems yo' little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch
When the doubts was
Damn KlikKlak you made this (whoo whoo)
Ik zeg me young buck op de block "Wat loop je met mes kijk hier een glock"
This love has taken a toll
beef young bucks better move on
MCs cant spit like me try spit like Z you can't I'm a rude one
When I spit all hands on deck
Put my hands on decks
Spin
y'all mad 'cause y'all suck
Please do not try to fuck with this young buck
Please do not try to fuck with this young buck
Funky fresh dressed
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
[Young Buck:]
I Come From A Small
parking spot
Well boy, you got me fucked up
I got Yayo and I got sug's named Lloyd
I got the whole G-Unit and I got Young Buck
Got a fifty shot Glock
[LaToiya Williams]
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha ha)
[Young Buck]
Now, even though I might
Right, right, right, right thurr
Young Buck in this bitch
Right, right, right, right, right herr
I snuck in the club wit' a Glock
I got some bud in my
the new whip
This that real shit, fake niggas can't fuck wit'
This that oh my, here them niggas go again
This that young bucks cuttin' up, givin' no fucks
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
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
on me
(All eyes are watching)
Just a young buck tryna come up
I can be a nice one, I can be a rude one
I can be an icon
Living the life of a dreamer
50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit
Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas
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
up young buck we don't need a class clown
Just, look around gotta fit in with the rest
Shit from a young age big pharma know the best
Me I got
[Young Buck]
[Talking]
That shit smell good...
I'm on paper I can't smoke
Naw fuck that, hand me that shit
[Hook]
I said I wouldn't smoke no more
kind and busy
Solo who's riding with me
Good kid mad city
My city's nuts
Young bucks killing young bucks
No fans to only fans
London to Amsterdam
Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
[Young Buck:]
I Come From A Small
That's a fact
You can't
Fight A nigga
No more
Cause he'll
Just shoot you
A ole head
Dropped
A Young Buck
And knocked
His tooth loose
The Young Buck
never enough
At 22 you're a young buck
At 23 you're an old fuck
I'm just trying to let the goods times roll
Before all of the girls run screaming
probably always been
And this is just the latest trend
I'm sure they said the same thing about us like
These young bucks think they really know whassup
se do ziomka
Dzwonię se do ziomka dzwonię se do ziomka
Czasem leci nowy Future czasem stary Young Buck
Dzwonię se do ziomka dzwonię se do ziomka
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