To all my people in the back jam on it To all my people in the front jam on it To all my people on the side jam on it So jam on it, say what? The sweet
a little nap so we can do it again" No sooner than she said it, keys jingled, door slammed He said, "Please baby, please don't let it be your boyfriend
is confidential It's not pretend so everything is autobiographical Weight of the world on my shoulder, the planet on my clavicle {"Put some money on it"} But it
call the ambulance, 'cause the fat hyna sings But it's not over, seems like it will never end Just when you think it's through, nah holmes it just begins
, it's cool But don't you be calling me out my name I bring wrath to those who disrespect me like a dame That's why I'm talking, one day I was walking down the block I had my cutoff shorts on right 'cause it
/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'm getting
in the party back and now I'm the one that took to long Can it be I'm crunk and or is it that Big Chug is passin' on Family, friends, hoes, all ah my
my dick I aint really mean to say on my d-ck But since we talking about my dick All of you haters say hi to it I'm Done [Twista] Now let a track go
that nicholas cage buck one for my niggas locked for using a gun buck two and them niggas that bucked Roo fuck you buck three for lucky buck four for all my
Gotta be the first ones that say they talk Say they shared, first ones to say they did Can't never be they self gotta play that kid You know the same young buck
' cabbage, It's a habit to grab it, when I see it I gotta get it, Don't deny me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to split it, My name ring a bell, 'cause
It's gettin', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy It's gettin', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda
it doesn't matter much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?] E-40: Our age, five-years-old we were young bucks
this afro, sometimes I stash my rocks in here I keeps it hot in here, I gots no fear Let me give a shout out to my boy, bitch my glock in here Who really
I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop My heart's in the highlands at the break
could see behind curtains, they girl is jerking dick And I might bust inside her then the next day say hello to you Hopin that my nut ain't touch nuttin it
who wants to do that? Do you want to do that? I wouldn't trade that for my crooked hat Or my gang or my gun or my waist full of pagers For a job deep
at ya dome Fuck niggaz betta duck wit it, or else you stuck wit it You'll get stalked so bad you'll leava da scene Thinkin? eight Young Buck's did it