t no tellin what I do to you (I ain't fuckin wit you niggaz) Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, I ain't fuckin wit you Cuz [Young Buck] Fuck y'all He used
my wrist to my gold chain anywhere i go i keep it hood i Never change if it aint got it in my lap i got it stashed in the range [pow pow] I'm gettin
pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother [Chorus x2] [Outro:] Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight
into cubans verse)] I GOT MY EAST SIDE RIDAS (ridin wit me) I GOT MY MIDWEST RIDAS(ridin wit me) I GOT MY NORTH SIDE RIDAS(ridin wit me) I GOT MY DIRTY
Off Me Stompin Hoes To The Flo' I Aint Never Scared To Pop Heat Ahh All On Your Burnt Chest I Aint Got No Shit Tonight Aint No Thing To Bust Your Head
in 2 years, a mill I got plenty bucks Cant tell me shit {y} Cuz snitches I dont fuck wit'em DFB BITCH Hell yea I'ma buck wit'em Still got da pound Still
Reprocutions If I Die This Aint Got Nuttin To Do Wit Dr. Dre Muthafucka Its You And I [Chorus:] I Dont Need 10 Niggas Wit Me I Dont Run, Echo, Get Da
I was broke, now ya mad cuz ya hoe Love it when a nigga put it in the back of her throat Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we aint never scared I don't
buck buck and buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck again
when you glisten your lil wrist I'm not dissin Until the center of attention, and your momma you listenin And I'm the one bringing thunder to this sky you wonder Fuck around wit
I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit Long as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in Cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it
Remix Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix [Verse 4: T.I.] You Knowin' My Attitude Shitty, Only A Buck Fifty So I Keep The Smitty's Wit Me, Shhh They Comin To
the remix, its an honor my n*gga I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna
And Game Was Covenced I Gotthe Stray Jacket Flow Im Insane When I Spit And How Yall Talkin Dat Young Gun Shit Yall Young But Yall Aint Guns Yall Aint
about the remix, its an honor my n*gga I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers
I stay "G'd Up", when im hanigin' out tha window wit that AK fillin ya punk ass wit holes [50 Cent] Cocaine,heroin,extacy,marijuana,im new on that greyhound fuckin wit
bud I dont need security, this old nickel 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
