Young Buck Album

(featuring 50 Cent)

[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
Im'a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, im'a head busta, man I don't give a fuck
Im'a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, im'a head busta, man I don't give a fuck

[Young Buck:]
I come from a small town, where organised crime is the rule
You kill nigga's without permission, nigga's gon' kill you
We bang the rags too, red and blue, that shit aint only on the westside fool
Surrounded by section 8 houses and the projects
A place where you make the wrong turn, you're gettin robbed at
We all targets standin out on the street corner
Thats why you see the lil' kids with the heat on 'em
Police pull up, hop out when they can't catch us
They never even get a change to say "park your weapons"
Liquor stores never close, the whole hood high
Niggas know when its "roll", the whole hood ride
We on that bishop and jude shit
I'll put this 4-5 in your mouth like a toothpick (you bitch)
The south ain't safe no mo', so get a gun
And pray to god that u make it to see 21

[50 Cent:]
Im'a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, im'a head busta, man I don't give a fuck
Im'a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, im'a head busta, man I don't give a fuck

[Young Buck:]
You gon' make me crawl through your backyard, and cut off your lightswitch
Kick in your back door, and take all that white shit
Niggas know what to do when im around
Go put ya' pack up, and pick up ya' 4 pound, it's bout to go down
Buck back on that bullshit, he even got his baby momma walkin with a full clip
Fucked a couple r&b hoes, but now it's back to the hoodrats
They lick a nigga dick and know where that good at
Money don't make a nigga change
It's just the niggas that ain't neva' had nuthin start doin strange thangs
They say I must like beef, cuz 50 got 50 enemies
But if they fight him, they gotta fight me
Come ride through these 3rd row's,
And let me show ya how I puttin' in work goals
The 4-4 bulldog small enought to fit in a nigga boot
So it's wherever, whenever, whatever you wanna do (nigga)

[50 Cent:]
Im'a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, im'a head busta, man I don't give a fuck
Im'a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, im'a head busta, man I don't give a fuck

Im'a soldier, left, right, left, right, left
Im'a soldier, left, right, left, right, left

[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 I'm concerned
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!!!

(featuring 50 Cent)

[50 Cent]
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 party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win

[Verse 1]
[Young Buck]
I feel attention when I walk in the club
G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I dont need security, this Gorilla enough
I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all
So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might neva come home again nigga, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin
My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin
Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em'
Raaaaa!

[Chorus x2]
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine
I know you gonna smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D

[verse 2]
[Young Buck]
I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time
Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine
I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine
Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs
G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do
G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too
Move lemme come through
Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies
My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin
The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Ca$hville, bout to fly to Miami
Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys
Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me
I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties
Bitch!

[Hook]
Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)

[Chorus x2]

[verse 3]
Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)
Now where ya hood at? Buck
If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do
Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin
Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin'
Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks
Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes
It's alright if you still on the block boy
See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps that's behind bars
As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars
Young Buck!

[chorus x2]

[50 Cent]
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win

(featuring Mr. Porter)

[Young Buck:]
You know, growin up in the hood,
Is gon' do all kinds of thangs, ya heard?
Some of its good, some of its bad,
But the things you go through in life, make you who you are
Look at me now!

[Mr. Porter:]
From the day I was born, i've been hustle'n strong
Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone
And you say'd I wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong
N they got they hands out like I owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on
It aint too much into who I don't know
How many times do I have to sit in and grown
I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoe

[Young Buck:]
I still remember them nights under the street lights
Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got the cheap price
I'm trying to get right, get it and go
You see people is dyin' fast, and the money is slow
We used to hang in front of the store
Flag down cars to be a movie star, go get a glass jar
Once you cook it and cut it homie, go stand out in public
See the work sell's itself, if ya got enough of it
Plenty thugs get shot, but see its all in the game
Even I took a couple of 'em, but still I remain
I aint dippin from that same lead project figga
I done went with no lights, and no water nigga
And I'm still hood, that mean I still cook
Get on the block and go get mine, like you should
How can I be good? when rappers wanna be suge
Suroundin' myself with family, so I can sleep good

[Mr. Porter:]
From the day I was born, I've been hustle'n strong
Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone
And you say'd I wouldn't do it, but I'm proving you wrong
N they got they hands out like I owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on
It aint too much into who I don't know
How many times do I have to sit in and grown
I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes

[Young Buck:]
I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin how can I get
My momma out the bricks, and my whole click legit
Lil Jimmy in the fed's, its just me and some ted's
We cuttin heads doin whatever to buy a lump of bread
The hot beat faces, I really loved it
To blow 50 g's, and don't think nothing of it
We show love, but won't get no loved show'd back
Whoa kimosabi, what part of the game is that?
This a fact, and my war wounds on me can prove it
But look how you made me, go and show ya I can do it
I sollomly swear to hold it down for my homeboy
Locked up and don't know if they ev'a coming home boy
Time's keep tickin', another baby is born
Thats gon' go through the same stuff I went through, and more
You wonder why I hustle, my life's on the line
My baby gotta have milk when she cryin', come on da now

[Mr. Porter:]
From the day I was born, i've been hustle'n strong
Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone
And you say'd I wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong
N they got they hands out like I owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on
It aint too much into who I don't know
How many times do I have to sit in and grown
I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes

[Young Buck:]
Now everybody got they hand out
Crackhead willin' spit these millions till they ran'd out
Shorty don't wanna holla now, cuz her man out
But just last week I couldnt get it out her damn mouth
No where to go, look like im stuck in these bricks
Seems like the good die young, the bad get rich quick
Enough of this lemme take you to a whole nother level
It's like stopin the police from rollin' through the ghetto
Ain't nuthing gettin better, but the bills gotta get paid
That money come up short then them tecks gotta get spray'd
Everybody gotta grave, we just waitin to go to it
No matter what we do, we still gon' go through it
Some say that i'm heartless, and don't give a damn
They wont ever understand until they get a gram
This who I am, not who I wanna be
Open up your eyes and see, what these streets have done to me

[Mr. Porter:]
From the day I was born, I've been hustle'n strong
Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone
And you say'd I wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong
N they got they hands out like I owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on
It aint too much into who I don't know
How many times do I have to sit in and grown

(featuring Lil' Flip & David Banner)

[Young Buck:]
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch

The dirty, dirty
Show 'em how the south do
Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby
Show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the south

Working this wood wheel, ya'll don't know how good it feel
Just come to cashville, ya'll gon see how hood it is
We in the projects, cookin' chikens in the kitchen
We goto prison, but get out and go back to get in it
Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
We fight in clubs, hit the parkin lot, and start bustin'
I know I'm country, I cant help it i'm from tennessee
I'm throwin' up this hennisey, and blowin up my enemies
Ya'll niggas remember me? not because the bird's tennekee
But Young Buck been a g', I give a fuck who you be boy
I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it
To be a star, all you need is a pyrex jar
Some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car

Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby
Show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the south

[David Banner:]
I swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's
I ain't fuckin, man i'm commin ak 40's bustin',
7's and mack 11's
I told 'em all I ain't no hoe
But niggas don't listen till you kick a nigga,
Smack him with that callico
I'm tryin to stay in gods plan
But I hadta show these faggots that your fuckin with a man, ya bitch!
I left them niggas needin'path
And ya'll probly won't live to see this weekend,
Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin mash out
I hit the dro' a lil more and then I pass out
Crashin' the h2, bitches I hate you
Now u keep talkin shit, I kidnap and ducktape you
Let them faggots rape you
Then it's back to mississippi, if ya boys want revenge
Tell them bitches come and get me
Cuz I was born in this bitch to die
I'm in queens, in your 'lac, with your bitch, gettin' high

[Young Buck:]
Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby
Show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the south

[Lil Flip:]
I'm the king, it ain't no mystery, so fuck ya'll niggas dissin' me
I'm goin' down in history, i'm leavin' with a victory
Yo' baby momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me
Since I'm a star, when I hit the door, they never friskin' me
Cuz I pack a pack a pound, just ask around, like 50 "i'll back you down"
Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground
You know my niggas hold me down, what goes around comes around
I represent h-town, still run the underground
With bricks on the greyhound, spree's on my escalade
I'm glad I made it out the game, it gotta be a better way
Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level
It's clover g and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down

[Young Buck:]
Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby
Show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the south
Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby
Show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout

(featuring Lloyd Banks & D-Tay)

[Young Buck:]
Why?
These niggas want me dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' prices on my head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I cock my shit, and I pop my shit
[Young Buck:]
But I ain't gonna change
[D-Tay:]
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit do ya' thang
[Young Buck:]
These niggas want me dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' prices on my head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I cock my shit, and I pop my shit
[Young Buck:]
But I ain't gonna change
[D-Tay:]
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit do ya' thang

[Young Buck:]
Some say I'm crazy for signin with 50 cent
Them same niggas wouldn't offer to give me shit
Niggas hate you when you rich, but love when you broke
I never knew I had so many enemies before
My arm's is open to anyone who want beef
I promise ya'll I won't sleep, till ya'll layin 6 ft.
G-Unit that's what it is, that's what it's gon' be
Benzino or the source can't hold me
I been heavensent to put a end to this nonsence
The handle of this 4-5'll make him unconscious
Most of these rappers, throw bricks, and hide they head
Come to our shows, then hide behind they man, they homie
I understand I'm a target, I'm on top
But understand if you start it, I'm gon' pop
I'm not and artist, buck is a street pharmast
One of the smartest, that gon' get money regardless

[Young Buck:]
Why?
These niggas want me dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' prices on my head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I cock my shit, and I pop my shit
[Young Buck:]
But I ain't gonna change
[D-Tay:]
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit do ya' thang
[Young Buck:]
These niggas want me dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' prices on my head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I cock my shit, and I pop my shit
[Young Buck:]
But I ain't gonna change
[D-Tay:]
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit do ya' thang

[Lloyd Banks:]
My eyes low, hydro leakin' out that tahoe
I know G-Unit's them niggas im'a ride fo'
Nah hoe, I ain't stuntin', nuthing that these niggas say
Fuck the rap, I can get ya' monkey ass good today
Ain't nobody picked me up, when I was pinned down
I'm double checkin, 'for I leave outta my crib now
Holdin that 40 on me, sunk in the seat
Cuz niggas feel comfortable when they get in drunk with the heat
I'm ridin' while ya dirty, cuz they gunnin for my top
I ain't duckin and dodgin, i'm only runnin from the cops
Spendin grand by the grand by hundred on my watch
Just got another buddy, and it holds a 100 shots
I never had a role model, cuz he was in a box
So I'm up in the club with eather, a heater or a house
Everyday there's another nigga bleedin on the block
But we ridin' with them burners on, even when it's hot

[Young Buck:]
Why?
These niggas want me dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' prices on my head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I cock my shit, and I pop my shit
[Young Buck:]
But I ain't gonna change
[D-Tay:]
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit do ya' thang
[Young Buck:]
These niggas want me dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' prices on my head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I cock my shit, and I pop my shit
[Young Buck:]
But I ain't gonna change
[D-Tay:]
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit do ya' thang

[Young Buck:]
You see these niggas get out the pen, and think it's good
Go get a pack, and come right back, to the same hood
They think these young niggas gonna post up, and let 'em get it
Ain't been home but 6 months, and got his wig splitted
Comitted to the block, fuck these niggas, fuck the cops
Fuck these bitches, fuck ya' chain, fuck ya' car, fuck ya' watch
Ride and I die for mine, pop's, and I hide the nine
Swerving over these white lines, wonderin from the one time
Thug and I know I am, bird from a half a gram
Broke, so I sold dope, and i'd do it again
Don't blame that nigga for runnin up in my house, fool
Ain't no food in my daughter mouth, i'm goin out too
Just think about what your doin, cuz buddy, bullets burn
May god bless his ass, that was that nigga's turn
I'm not concerned with your death threats
You come down here with that shit, and get left wet
Muthafucka

[Young Buck:]
Why?
These niggas want me dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' prices on my head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I cock my shit, and I pop my shit
[Young Buck:]
But I ain't gonna change
[D-Tay:]
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit do ya' thang
[Young Buck:]
These niggas want me dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' prices on my head
[D-Tay:]
Cuz I cock my shit, and I pop my shit
[Young Buck:]
But I ain't gonna change
[D-Tay:]
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck:]

(featuring 50 Cent & Tony Yayo)

[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

[Young Buck:]
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Oh you aint never been to the dirty, dirty before?
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
C'mon ride with Young Buck

Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me

My 24's spinnin', the sticker's still on 'em
The same ol' hoes, but a nigga still want 'em
I'm parkin lot pimpin' on another nigga woman
She pullin up her skirt, tryin show a nigga sumthin
Ya' car cloudy, my niggas all rowdy
This heinesy got a nigga drowsy, I'm outty
Now where them hoes at, look I'm tryin to take you home
So what'cha got ya girlfriends, bitch bring 'em on
Hoe I'm tryin to break a bone, when I get in them draw's
To the window, to the muthafuckin walls
What a nigga don't know wont hurt him'
If ya' got a old man, bitch I ain't worried
And I got plenty room if ya think you wanna roll
See this is what they make caddillac trucks for
Let's go to a place you ain't never been, down in the country
I bet ya, I have ya sayin' ya love me

Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me

She ain't got a brain, the liquor got right
It's aight, cuz, you can be my wife, but only for tonight
Get ya ass on this bike, I can show you im'a ryder
The 600 coupe, with the old school wires
Geovanni rims, with perely's on the tires
They said 22's wouldn't fit, but they liers
We can take a trip to the hood and back
Then go and get a room, how hood is that?
What'cha waitin' on shorty? this the chance of your life
What I mean what I see in them jeans, I like
You don't know what your missin', just quit talkin and listen
See I'm just holdin up traffic, I'm just right here sittin'
Think about it 'for I bounce, and you holla, I'm wrong
And ya' see your best friend, in this impala, ridin' on chrome
If your ballin in your money long, you can relate
But all them broke ass niggas gon' hate

Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me

You can bounce if you want to, freak if you want to
G-Unit in this bitch, shortayyy
What you gon' do?
Buck if you 'bout that, I can make 'em bounce back
G-Unit in this bitch, shortayyy
Where the south at?

Bounce if you want to, freak if you want to
G-Unit in this bitch, shortayyy
What you gon' do?
Buck if you 'bout that, I can make 'em bounce back
G-Unit in this bitch, shortayyy
Where the south at?

Wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now

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

[Young Buck:]
G-Unit!!!
Yeah...
You better kill me
50, lemme get these niggas
(Get 'em buck!!!)

I brush my teeth, load my clip, and go bust my heat
I'm in too deep, I can't say fuck the streets
I need some sleep, the fiends still comin'
Bush 'bout to blow this bitch up
Better get money, dead bodys get picked up
I'm david in teen's now
Niggas we're digital, but they work triple beams now
I'm livin' for me now, cuz I done went to war with the other side
Lucky me, cuz the enemies mother and brother died
Hot shot gun shell's and teflon chest plate's
It's tatt'ed on my arm nigga, thugin' till my death day
Ya'll niggas just wait, right after my court date
It's gonna get grimey, like new york say
Bitch niggas horse play, real niggas gon' spray
Bang the fo', change clothes, and come back the same day
Better holla mayday, cuz we comin'
And we gunnin at any muthafucka want sumthin

They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real

I'm already dead, can't kill me nigga
And even if I do die, I'm still gon' kill ya
I'm unfamiliar with alot of these soldiers
I go out in the road, and niggas think that it's over
Runnin, the fiends all puttin too much soda on the d'
You would think niggas know, cuz they older than me
Been here longer than me, and still peace'n a ounce out
How can ya' be a birdman, if you don't know how to count
It's back to the black gloves, and home invasions
Puttin holes in a nigga, the size of a gold dayton
No I'm not waitin on nothin, no more
Either you pay me what you owe me, or I'm cuttin ya throat
Nigga ya baby momma know me, go and ask the hoe
How I done tied her ass up over a bag of dope
I'll be glad to go to the pen over revenge
I'm comin' out the same way, a nigga went in

They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real

Boom!, G-Unit!!!, we on some military shit nigga
You better kill us all, cuz we commin'

[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
I'm 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

(featuring T.I. & Ludacris)

[Young Buck:]
Uh ohhhhh, Young Buck, T.I., Ludacris
Dirty south, yeahhh

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, I get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

I'm caddillac'n through the hood, sittin' on 24's
T.V's playin, rim's spinin, blowin' plenty dro
Don't have to mention, when you pimpin, you get plenty hoes
It's all on you, if you gon' trick, or you gon' get yo' dough
I know I got these haters mad, I can love that
When you got love for the streets, they give ya' love back
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared
Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin my chain anywhere
If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin on?
Security better back up, when they play this song
And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong
My click of gorilla's, they got they G-Unit's on
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nuthing
C'mon take it outside, lemme see sumthin
Wha-wha-wha-what now?
Don't get bu-bu-bu-buck'd down
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut down
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, I get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

[T.I.:]
Aye, a 100 karots on the chest, I'm so true to this
Task force got my vest, I got a new bitch
Fans hate and talk shit, but I'm too legit
A million dollars at a time, till im super rich
Pimp squad, G-Unit, fuck who you get
Ask your neice's and nephew's, I'm the shit
Real niggas see the diffrence between you and this
Me gettin beat down?, thats ludacris
My name rang from the streets, and slang in my caddyville
Nigga are you gettin it rodney dangerfield?
No respect, im'a bet, you can bet that
I caught some cases, but it's just a minor set back
And if I have to do some time, I'll be right back
With some thighs, and some tri's and a six pack
We hit the door, watch all the pussy nigga get back
They know we can do it like the road, but you ain't with that
You know who make that track bump, like to keep it crunk
It's chopper's hit ya ass, you'll with ya got your ass stomp'd

[Young Buck:]
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, I get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

[Ludacris:]
Muthafucka, I'm a monster in this game, similar to the lachness
My rhymes is nappy rooted, sum verces gotta process
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'
If I say it, I've eather done it, or it's 'bout to happen
When I pull up in the louis truck on 26's, people dumb out
If lifes a crack game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out
These rapper's think I'm ig-nent, love sayin' my name
Cuz maintainin my fish tank, and they house, cost the same
Ask me, I'd say I made it, and it sure wasn't luck
Cuz hustler's relate to me, and some are younger than buck
You see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenupt
So if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin my cut
My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence
I'm masterin this program, hazin' these undergraduates
So, pimpin' be easy, quit catchin' feelings
Cuz you worth a couple hundred grand, and I'm worth millions
Nobodys thinkin' about you, plus your beats ain't legit
So please stay off the t.i.p. of my dick

[Young Buck:]
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, I get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? Im'a break him off

(featuring D-Tay)

[Phone rings] Hello? Whats up, who is this?
Yo nigga, this murda rich
Whats up nigga?
Whats up with you my nigga?, check this out
Some shit done popped of right?
Yeah
I need you and 'tay to go handle it
Aight
I got like a hundred sittin on this nigga's fat
Bring it back to me on a plate, that's whats up
Aight

[Young Buck:]
I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin

[Young Buck:]
We takin' hits
I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin

We takin' hits

[Young Buck:]
It's gon' cost, but we gon' get him gone, take his life away
2 a.k's, we gon' send him home
This is how we livin' from the projects to the prisons
So don't be to comfortible, bitch 'cuz you can be a victim
Get 'em buck, hit 'em up, ambulance pick 'em up
Should've duck'd, got killed, nigga wasn't quik enough
Shit is real, I ain't here for no bullshit, I'm here with a full clip
Now lemme show you niggas what you'll get (get 'em tay)

[D-Tay:]
They never seen a mad man, come and dump up on these fools
Get the 4-5 cocked back, gunnin' at you dudes
Black down, thuged out, and masked to match
I'm not doin' it cuz theme pussy niggas, bastards cap
Who want that? you want that, I don't think you do
Like I gun the bloody down, shit, I gun you too
I'm like 50, I don't care if its platinum or white gold
Soon as I cock it back, gimme that ice hoe (yeeh)

[Young Buck:]
I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin

[Young Buck:]
We takin' hits
I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe him out, and i'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin

We takin' hits

[Phone rings again]
Hello?
Yo buck, murder rich nigga
What's up nigga?
Man, I'm tryin to see whats up with that business, nigga
Hey man, we f'nd to bust this niggas head, im'a hit you back, aight?

[Young Buck:]
Hey there he go, he don't know that we behind him
So go pull up beside him, and lemme put this 9 in him
You ever seen the 30-30 with the scope on it?
A bunch of niggas smokin weed, that got dope on it
And we don't leave no evidence, or no finger prints
Follow certain elements, cuz niggas goto jail for this
They say I'm heaven sent, I think I'm hell bound
Cuz I'm addicted to the way a 12 gauge sound

[D-Tay:]
I keep the dough in, swing the chopper and the pit-bull shit
If he run, he ain't gettin one, get a clip full of it
Thats for movin, must have been some confusion, when I came in
Told you lay the fuck down, or else these bullets cave in
Must thought I was playin, im'a let you know when I shoot that 4
How it go when a gangster roll, murder man, blood bath, what'd you take it for
I ain't playin' games, ain't nuthing gon' ever change
Murder put money on your head, gimme his brain, muthafucka!

[Young Buck:]
I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe him out, and i'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin

[Young Buck:]
We takin' hits
'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can

[D-Tay:]
Pointe him out, and i'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin

(featuring Stat Quo)

[Young Buck:]
G-Unit!!!
[stat quo:]
Gmm nigga
[Young Buck:]
Shady/aftermath in this bitch...ooh, Young Buck, stat quo
[stat quo:]
Ya understand me nigga?
[Young Buck:]
Aye nigga, they say we the new kings of the south
[stat quo:]
They say that
[Young Buck:]
ATL to Cashville...damn!

[Young Buck:]
I've been patiently waitin' to blow
But still on the block with the k and the coke
See the mexican's love me, they tell me keep on doin it homes
They never seen a nigga go get it and bring it back home
I don't want out of them zones, I want the whole thing, G-Unit!!!
We done started our own game, we ain't playin' no games
Duck tape 'em and take 'em to the hood
Don't get no blood on my leather and wood
Make it look good for the block
I be puttin in my work, handlin' my business
I been on my knees, askin' my homeboys who did this?
So fuck that!, that's why I bust back
Spit my bars, get off tour, then go and cook crack
Look at me now bitch, you don't know how rich
Lloyd Banks, yayo, 50 cent, game nigga, or I'll get
Solute a soldier when you see me
And I ain't one of those niggas out here stuntin' for t.v.
I gotta keep it gangsta

Now I can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (yeah)
Just walk with me (yeah), walk with me (yeah), c'mon walk with me (yeah)
Now I can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (yeah)
Just walk with me (yeah), walk with me (yeah), c'mon walk with me (yeah)

[Stat Quo:]
Yeah, the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Wont stop till he busts his kneel in, my cats conceilin'
Bad bitches I'm drillin, he's sittin on millions
Fuck what you feelin, violate my space, bare witness the killin'
Stat'll dog, for a dollar cuz he known to finish
My account resembles spandex, how they stretch
Faggots play like a razor step, when the ak's and teck's show up
They so quick to hoe up, but hold up
When the clamp has appeared they show up
Sayin that snitch song shit, you lil' puss ass bitch
Beg tanya lita how she get ya ass whiped
Why hustle at all, when you hustle backwards
Mo' money I get, mo' niggas be hatin'
I light fire to ya ass, they be callin' ya satan
Gmm my organization, my obligation is to spit that shit
'Cuz the streets is waitin' , yah

[Young Buck:]
Now I can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (yeah)
Just walk with me (yeah), walk with me (yeah), c'mon walk with me (yeah)
Now I can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (yeah)
Just walk with me (yeah), walk with me (yeah), c'mon walk with me (yeah)

[Young Buck:]
I'm showin' no love to these cowards, I don't give a fuck
Shady/aftermath/G-Unit we'll hit you up
Country as I wanna be, but gangsta as they come
Loose lips sank ships, snitches die where I'm from
Get ya gun off safety, if ya plan on livin'
Don't make me cock it and pop it, I'll knock your head off with it
Yeah I've said I've did it, 'cuz I did, and I'm doin it
Done came too far to let you bitch niggas ruin it

[Stat Quo:]
Yeah, every word I utter, is simply octaine
I keeps it gunnin' and ya boy's the boss may'ne
The main thing, keep the main thing, the main thing
Stack cheese, grip grain, spit hotter than hot wing
Niggas claimin' they hard, we know you square
Try to creep gun's like ties, I keep a spare
Save them games for the arcade, ain't no scare
And we prepared for problems, 'cuz we right here (yeah)

[Young Buck:]
Now I can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (yeah)
Just walk with me (yeah), walk with me (yeah), c'mon walk with me (yeah)
Now I can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (yeah)
Just walk with me (yeah), walk with me (yeah), c'mon walk with me (yeah)

[Young Buck & stat quo:]
How ya'll see's that?
ATL shorty
Understand me, nigga....cashville bitch
G-Unit!!!, nigga
Gmm's my muthafuckin squad, nigga
Shady, aftermath nigga!
They be cuttin' them mo' fuckin checks now,
I ride big nigga, I got my thang danglin nigga
And I gotta big thang out my balls, ya understand me