Tell me did ya miss me? ya miss me? they miss me (x2) Well I'm back I'm Back (x8) Tell me did ya miss me? ya miss me? they miss me (x2) Well I'm back
Traduzione: Young Buck. Did You Miss Me.
the trust I hush the critics Buck for buck, yeah I'm buck while I must admit it The dough done did it, I'm ??? the flow is vivid You know me, low key
Somebody tell me somethin what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust) Cause I love you so, but
-E-S-T-A And I'ma spray when I have to Busta, I case you out the hood Because you know the OG ?? straight up to no good Would you try to test me and get
] Bitch don't play with me don't even wave to me It's a wrap ye ain't got nuttin' else to say to me Make a nigga snap or see me straight flip bitch
could stand, now him and his man is on the floor That's what you get for talkin shit you shouldn'ta got me started You motherfuckers never wanted nuttin, but you
So I told you where I hang out Ya got some sellin then Haller my name out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you I blow
up, you know what, I don't give a fuck The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts [Chorus] [Verse 3] But nigga this is real life it makes me
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
me feel good Ma you make me feel good Bitch you make me feel good Girl you make me feel good Bitch you make me feel good Ma you make me feel good Bitch you
And i just did 7 years in prison. Now I?m a free parolee and time spent, its money they owe me - Give me my space don?t crowd me homie I?m a motherfuckin
miss it {?} [Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz] Ballin' but you fallin', miss your blessing, Hell is callin' [Joe Buddens] Spittin' fifty words a second, yeah yo' father, you
it and I don?t give a shit about you I don?t give a damn about you and I don?t give a shit about you muthafuck you muthafuck me [Chorus - repeated]
screwing, not you cuz I can't stand how you tryin' to run me High all day, plus you don't really even love me Cuz if you did you would let me live, the
my double-barrel shotgun Watch you run like the bitch that you be Standing right behind you but you still can't see the G I buck one to your motherfucking
boy understand You can do something with your life Be a better man I love what you did for me So the hood that I got is eternally Now all you gotta do
