like it should, i got it, you ain't gotta worry bout me, i got it, the streets nigga this is where we be, i got it. Young Buck Verse 2: I'm strapped
Traduzione: Young Buck. I Got It.
of it's high Cotton mouth the most I think I'll blame it on the buddah thai And that's why, I live off the gat Why throw it away? with or without it they
it out, yo, check it out I'm 'bout a dollar, son, I see through it, I gotta follow (c'mon) If ya ain't borrow money I gotta holla (holla) Simple and plain
bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out -- special delivery [Chorus: P. Diddy] (I want that
I ain't dumb So bring it on if you little bustas want some Cover your dome because it's on once again And I'm a young playa that's known to win I got
If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money
the building, I brick them... I could see it with my eyes right, it wasn't hustle, it's a pig that don't fly right? You got them like hit the... turn
got problems cops on my tail, so I bail till I dodge 'em they finally pull me over and I laugh remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass now I
So I got two gatts one black and one of chrome. Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine! It's all the fuck I got so stop and walk a thin
Gettin high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin it like it's a Benz I hit the strip I let my music buck drinkin liquor
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 bread
to the fuckin streets Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo' and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!) Try to tell him but he act like
me I'm stackin Gs buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll and they know When its time to handle business nigga lay low Although I'm young I
niggas that twisted it [Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}] I'ma solider 'till I die {I'ma die a thug} Keep standin' by my side I'll admit i'm gettin
a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it
off a nigga like a dope fiend (Mophreme) Cuz I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin' twenty four seven, ain't nothin buck but when a young G's flippin
