type of Stage I'm in I'm blastin wit this fuckin trick, we stangin like A fuckin wasp Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me buck your Bitch ass, pull
] Let me see do you niggas rob Let me see do you niggas kill Let me see do you niggas know how to get you a fuckin mill Let me see do you niggas know
straight for head shots I release the safety, if ya chase me Best waste me Don't hunt bitch down in ya way Or ya make me Reverse the game and wax that
squeal But chill, see you on the next V I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent ya flicks Your brother's buck whilin' and four Maine, he wrote me
simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Droppin' foreigners take they wallets They jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects
't jumpin pack 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:
convince, yo, I'm kind of tense 'Cause niggas still wanna buck wild and profile They're fronting hard but ain't go no style Steadily teaching my younger
soul so it's much more addictive than crack is Now, the high is just an illusion all lies and confusion But to feel that rush just once, my young bucks
get fucked Get your bucks and get big Stash your first millions and live off the interest To the young black entrepreneurs To the young black entrepreneurs To the young
block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world... Verse one: the gza It was the night before new year's, and all through the fuckin projects
Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm
niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted I put the nigga in his casket Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on a regular buck
mans heart I play my part well respected Every minute every second You'll put a dent in your budget bugging me for a record [50 Cent:] In my hood when you young
area About to 'cause mass hysteria Yo, ashes to ashes big gats to little I put it to you clear while you cats talkin' riddles Snake and buck at me,
(black man) My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land (thoughts travel) it's like taboo Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (buck, buck, buck, buck
me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight The only nigga out the project Magnolia
