' with my young niggas Project Pat in the Bay, what we squeeze Chrome triggers Real killers role around here, lookin' for some prey Low key behind tinted windows with the blowed
tha loot (Gimme dat, mothafucka!) There come 'em boys wit' dem bandanas on (Yeah!) They totin' A.K's wit' banana clips on (Blow!) You thankin' we snorin' some
pinchin and shit. Niggaz workin wit somethin round my way, I aint really gotta say to much, if you know Young Buck you know Money Motha Fuckas.. [Young Buck
in your mouth like Polydent I body shit, I ruin you homes Turn your studio session into a funeral home Two in your dome, got young bucks who buck for
call us sky cappers But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck Now, what the
nothing's wrong State law says you're too young to work But a couple of bucks will put a gun up under your shirt Coke, weed, junk and speed Teach me another
[daz dillinger] Yeah, daz dillinger I'm gonna take you into some gangsta shit What y'all niggas don't even know about And now you ? feels? to know about
want some more Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international (Young Dre) *Oooh.. Young
ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes Repetitive blows
[c-murder talking] [hook] We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas (some bad motherfuckas) We some
't spitters blow up off market favors (you!) So from now on I'm startin terror Aiyyo God, here I come, tell 2Pac to wait up [Chorus] [Proof] Got young
rag A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas buck wild The root to all evil daily I chase it Blow it on weed and
of these niggas get bent They said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga" I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
to see If everythin' is alright Ya'll niggas can blow some trees Have coke and some Hennessey My niggas from U.T.P. Everythin' is alright [Young Buck
what I'm back A yes Santana dip, set, bitch You know, you know We say G'd up, we make these bucks,we make things jump No thanks to you We blaze weed
Man, what the fuck are you lookin' for? Can't a young nigga make money any more Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store Rock twenty-four thousand on the
cameras/ I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin Canada Amongst weed smokers, and crap floor gamblers/ [Chorus] [Verse 2:Jae-Hoffa] I was told at a young
[Verse- Young Buck](Prodigy) The sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha sweets Ki's of cocaine is all a nigga see And all these niggas be lookin for a