'bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's right You know legs, wings, and short thighs, short thighs Eat 'em up, beat 'em up
shorty like my Never rolled around in a drop top V Like me, like we, YB, that's us Too fast, too hard (Take it all, you need me) Young Buck, catch up
Tha Mall She Won't Call And Meet Me Up In Traffic While I'm Sippin My Cup I Put My Hoes In Levi's, Make That Ass Sit Up {Heyyy} [Chorus x2: Lil Phat
a voice, I'm talking Young Money shit, nigga [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Mack Maine] Young Money bitch Young Money sick Now shut the fuck up and suck a Young
and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene, just got some drank from that boy with that bird, and you know we just hooked us up on some syrup, now you
, you just remain as Calm as possible, make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make your killings clean, slugs up
its the one and only young kid in this biz and i ain't gotta lie man you know who i is. im so fresh some call me clean i don't know how to dance but
cheaper than yesterday so what'chu say? Boss [Chorus] [Verse 5 - Young Buck] They snappin' while we trappin', try'na find out what happened They wanna lock me up
And I represent Screwed Up Click until I die Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good I still represent the same neighborhood Starched and cleaned
the club buck Yaknahmtalkin''bout? Yeah, yeah MJ, G up in yo shit like some toilet paper Get fresh wit' me nigga I'ma spoil it later You'll float backside up
and got him aint nuttin in my name and 50 cleaned up mine im still parinoied though from what i left behind gotta put me some gloves on they fuckin wit buck
dance floor Your man named Buck, what you think your finger made for And Ima beat it on up You get it wet enough, and I might lick it up Lickey lickey
down, everyday sell yay Just like the old days, stack another mill? up Niggaz ain't ready for the dust that we kick up They go talk shit, forget they get hit up
niggaz really thought we wasn't goin' to do it again Come on man, grand Hustle nigga, you know what it is T.I.P, DJ the fuck Drama, Young Dro, Young Buck
A little bit of ecstacy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit a everything [Young Buck] I put the two Mags, up to your doo
first in the pool wit it god damn You only gon wind up dead tryin' to prove shit I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick I gotta have bucks on the
Seen what are you bootin up, dont make me pollute ya up Wit my young shawties and they shootin up Cause I'm [Chorus] [Diddy talking] + (background music) Young
passed up this sign You goin' the wrong way, man Slow ya role, slow ya role, ya know what I'm saying? Look, we about to go I 255 (Yeah) straight up to