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I'm two shots shy of a 40 ounce quart. A hand in the pocket and a hand in your shorts. Shoot me with two and don't be slow. You only got one good way to go And get naked, buck naked. Buck naked
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Buck, you're a whole lot a man. Just take a look at your great big hands. You know you can crush poor me in two. But gentle, oh, so gentle are the things you do I say I never have to worry 'bout
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Uh, oh, young buck. Dirty south, yo I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp. Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp. We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
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Intro. Yeah!!! Get 'em Buck!!!. . Verse. Ok! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it. I got 'em like hey! Got 'em rollin. The kush on the way and the champagne frozen. Watch
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buck, hit 'em up, ambulance pick 'em up. Should've duck'd, got killed, nigga wasn't quick enough. * is real, I ain't here for no bullshit, I'm here with a full clip. Now lemme show you niggas what
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G-Unit. Yeah. You better kill me. 50, lemme get these niggaz. Get 'em Buck I brush my teeth, load my clip, and go bust my heat. I'm in too deep, I can't say * the streets. I need some sleep
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don't remember. That Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November". I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin'. Lamborghini Diablo, candy painted. Got that hydro burnin', got the
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Yeah, it's 50 cent, young buck. G-g-G-Unit We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end. Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again. We party, harder than you can imagine. You can run wit
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Intro Young Buck. Aight rap niggaz (yeah!). You got 24 hours to live nigga (ha ha). Your time's up right motherfuckin now nigga. Dah dah dah dahhhh. . Chorus Young Buck. Y'all niggaz ain't no
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much man I ain't got no * to show for it man. * The World man, naw Buck the world, yeah Buck the world I like that, yeeaah. . Verse. Everybody trying to kill me. I don't have no friends. I'm
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Intro. G-Unit!!. Aiyyo if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket. Aiyyo make some noise in this bitch. Cause I'm gettin money like a muh'fucker y'all (Yeah!). . Young Buck. Work
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Young Buck. Aiyyo you niggaz done ate long enough. G-Unit! Ohh!. . Chorus. Ayyy, I'm the clean up man!. It ain't too many niggaz that can do it like I can. When them records ain't sellin and
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Young Buck. Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me. Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me. Oh You Aint Never Been To The Dirty, Dirty Before?. Shorty Wanna Ride With Me, Ride With Me. C'mon
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50 cent. Yeah, it's 50 cent, Young Buck. G-g-g-g-g-G-Unit!. We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end. Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again. We party, harder than you can imagine
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Young Buck. Walk Through A nigga Block, 2 Glocks, 2 Tecks, 2 2-3's. Give A nigga What He Really Want, When bitch niggas Don't Want Beef. Bitch niggas Don't Know Me, Wait Till A nigga Get In Range
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hands out like I owe them some. I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on. It ain't too much in the hood I don't know. How many times do I have to say that I'm grown. That I'ma Young Buck and
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Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon. G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch The dirty, dirty show 'em how the South do. Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's. The dirty, dirty
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don't know what is right from wrong. All that you do is lie so. Just get out of my life. You're passing the buck. Get in, just hold up your hands and take the shame. Just get out you're lying again
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Young Buck. G-Unit!!!. Yeah. You Better Kill Me. 50, Lemme Get These niggas. (Get 'Em Buck!!!). . I Brush My Teeth, Load My Clip, And Go Bust My Heat. I'm In Too Deep, I Can't Say * The
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Young Buck. Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon. G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch. . The Dirty, Dirty. Show 'Em How The South Do. Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
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of the 40 cal. Ak's bananna clips hold a 100 rounds. Test me, rude boy don't want none. Got Jamaican's and Hesian's buck, buck, buckin' they gun. Where the hood at? Nigga, that's where I come from
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Young Buck. G-Unit!!!. Stat Quo. Gmm nigga. Young Buck. Shady/Aftermath In This bitch. Ooh, Young Buck, Stat Quo. Stat Quo. Ya Understand Me nigga?. Young Buck. Aye nigga, They Say We The
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Remember. The Haitian nigga With The Guitar That Sang "Gone In November". I Do A Buck 40 In The Rain, Hydro Plainin'. Lamborghini Diablo, Candy-Painted. Got That Hydro Burnin', Got The Burner In The
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*. Niggas know what to do when I'm around. Go put ya pack up, and pick up ya 4 pound, it's 'bout to go down Buck back on that bullshit. He even got his baby momma walkin with a full clip. * a
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bitch up, we 'bout to +Git Buck+. Gimme the light, tell the DJ turn my * up (It's on now). . Chorus. You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru. If you don't wann' move, you know what
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Bang Bang. I Shot You Down, Bang Bang. You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang. That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang. I Used To Shoot You Down. . Young Buck. Don't Nobody Wanna Die, But Everybody Wanna Ball
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G-Unit, G-Unit nigga, Shady, Aftermath in this bitch. Oh, Young Buck, Stat Quo, ya understand me nigga?. Ay nigga, they say we're the new kings of the South. That's what they say ATL to Cashville
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, I'm on top. But understand if you start it, I'm gon' pop. I'm not and artist, buck is a street pharmacist. One of the smartest, that gon' get money regardless Why? These niggas want me dead betta
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Young Buck. All My Thugs And Thugets. Walk Where I Walk, See What I See. Now I Welcome You All To Cashville, Tennekee. All My Life, I Hustle'd All Night. Now I'm Alright, My Wrist Is All Ice
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Young Buck. Why?. These Niggas Want Me Dead. D-Tay. Betta' Watch Yo Step. Young Buck. Puttin' Prices On My Head. D-Tay. Cuz I Cock My *, And I Pop My *. Young Buck. But I Ain't Gonna
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Young Buck Lyrics. I'm A Soldier Lyrics. (feat. 50 Cent). . 50 Cent. Yeeh. Im'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me * You Up. Leave You Head Bust, Im'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A
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Halt die Deadline ein, so ist's fein. Hol die Ellenbogen raus, burn dich aus. 24/7, 8 Bis 8,. Was geht ab, machste schlapp, what the *?! Bück dich, bück dich, bück dich hoch. Bück dich, bück
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I wish a buck was still silver. It was back when the country was strong. Back before elvis, before veitnam war came along. Before the beatles and yesterday. When a man could still worked still
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