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fitted hat. Grimy nigga with a gat screamin', "Where the money at?". My hood Southside, riders ride that's right. Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know * it ain't about the dough I ain't really with it
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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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rich. You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more. Ya money is old nigga, smell that? That's new money nigga. We filthy rotten rich and we taking advantage. G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep
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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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, faster guns, we party every night. 'Cause we perform, every day of the week for that price Mobb Deep, who you know got a similar catalogue. And still sound brand new, like we just started?. The Carhatt
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set me up to watch me die. Tie me up and put me in the trunk then wave bye-bye. (Dump dump dump). Everyone who know me know that I'm Mobb Deep. And I keep it true and ain't afraid to shoot so duck
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death rep MOBB You a problem with it then you know where to reach me. I give them the business, no mirrors or smoke screens. Either you live it you live it or you just frontin'. This rap * for life
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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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replying to Young Buck). Haters tryin to ban a nigga mayne (It's ok!). I bounce back watch me do my thang (It's ok!). I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane (It's ok!). I'm a boss I can make it rain (It's ok
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cuffs. We about to, girl. We about to, girl. We about to, girl. We about to, girl. We about to, girl Yo, party over here ain't * over there. The Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here. Wherever
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cuffs. We about to, girl. We about to, girl. We about to, girl. We about to, girl. We about to, girl Yo, party over here ain't * over there. The Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here. Wherever
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, the * out of here. Oh man homey, hate to do you like this. Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York. David got my neck lookin' like a
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. Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the * up. When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the * up There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style. 15 get money, livin' frozen out. You cowards softer than a
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ain't out on tour. With Mobb Deep written on the headline. While y'all poppin' all that lip. We does what y'all talk and more of that kid. Unfold one of my knots, it look like a brick. We'll never go
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New *, Mobb Deep, featuring Noyd, like this dunn. The professional used from my nigga vic Yo, you catch chills P stimulates your eardrum. Taste buds more higher than drugs my song take all. I
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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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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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wouldda cried then give him a reason. I'm tired of you tellin' me how he's cheatin'. Girl don't get mad get even. Chorus Young Buck. Don't hurt nobody when you move that thang. You a make a nigga jus
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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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, you heard of us. Official Queens bridge murderers. The Mobb comes equipped with warfare. . Beware of my crime family. Who got 'nuff shots to share. For all of those who wanna profile and pose
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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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advance. My rap lines, please believe what I say. I'm a Mobb nigga, nigga, I do this all day Hit the weed, hit the gas on the Lamb' to skate. See me comin' through the club, get out of my way. You don't
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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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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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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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the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve we'll Wipe them guns off, get that money, money. Wipe a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny. Show you motherfuckers, just how hungry you. Get when
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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, 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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' prove. Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy. Did a buck off of my * and wrapped your outtie. Tempermental, I snap quick, very touchy. Ayo my attitude is all * up and real shitty. I rap like no
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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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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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robbin' I want your soul muthafucka, see you deep in some *. Now you catchin' and shifts, and now I'm ready to flip. Without a thought, now we up in the whips. We play our own music, yeah, yo, we all
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up young blood, before you make things escalate. And I would hate yo set your crooked ass straight Livin' the high life, make your moves at night. Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
