Testi:
Young Buck Died And Came Back

if i died and came back Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that can come and

if i died and came back Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that can come and

if i died and came back Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that can come and

me Came back from the dead to address the beef Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak Thats when I go bishop and

and children pack heat now Growin up I was sad young buck Dad said "Son look don't become corrupt" I knew he really meant well To see me represent and

boat trips The honey motion, wind up in Paris [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Had a bad dream and it came to me That I died and went to heaven, ain't have

my dog, and I'ma forever stay true my dog Gotta represent that blue eye dog, Robert Davis is who my dog All my success and all my exposure, you came

d cut you for the coat on your back, Or that watch that you got from your mother. So take care, my young bucko, and mind yourself well. And would you

streets and the courts There's stress and strain tryin' to maintain When you're poor workin' odd jobs for small change You either rap, rob, girls slob knobs And