All these little young kids aint got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha
the christmas tree. young hov ain't have no pops thank god, man, i had the block ya'll hear me though you young fucks got the game all wrong this is my
'm askin why Sometimes I don't feel like livin It's not easy to pretend I don't know what to do [Noreaga] Why the good they gotta die so young Foul niggas
to live As the world turns around negative through positive At the edge of the nights, the guiding light That leads to another world, for the young and
made it an' it sure wasn't luck 'Cause hustler's relate to me and some are younger than Buck You see I'm married to my music but we got a prenupt So,
Blastin', tearin' niggaz physicals in try and contend You gets no days with no wins My clientele excel is like the devil's spell Drove me to the streets young so
see if they can move like indians.YOu know work it a lil bit like Millian dip it low a lil bit.Im like 50 and young Buck. I always roll with Banks so
Someone gets shot, it's time to go back and shoot Those fucking levas for fucking around with the wrong man, but Should have thought before your actions, so
' 1/2 Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me? I'm only 18 so I'm a young buck It's a ride if I don't scrap, I'
church Get some information for you informants I got the yay And I'm sellin' it cheaper than yesterday so what'chu say? Boss [Chorus] [Verse 5 - Young Buck
streets" Spillin' your plasma on the concrete Killin' the murderer, acts of war, villains attack the poor Women and children pack heat now Growin' up, I was sad young buck
mom in the park tears dried up Mom what's wrong what's wrong your son's gone Is he ever comin' back home She said you straight young nigga Take a look
Yeah, yeah This one goes out to all the pretty young ladies out there In pretty young lady land, see what I'm saying I just want you to just peep over
to my old self, C I'm 'bout to prove em wrong 'Cuz in the past, a lotta shit been fucked up Like when you hear Young Chris and don't hear Neef Buck Young
to the richest like a G-rap thing Young and jump from the corner Then he got king Look who ran through your castle And scooped your queen I aint your average little rapper young
I've been to war before, but survival is never for sure Will I make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor? I never know, so I'm dessed up, when I
Lord lookin' over me I was white with a tail But when I reached the finish line, young black male One cell made two and two cells made fo' And so on so