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Bang bang, I shot you down bang bang. You hit the ground, bang bang. That awful sound, bang bang. I used to shoot you down Don't nobody wanna die but everybody wanna ball. Somebody gotta go when t
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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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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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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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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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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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, 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, 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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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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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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* tha police Think about it every time you bitches come around. Either we runnin' or we layin' on the fuckin' ground. Just look at Chris a nigga popped and shot him in the club. They called the amb
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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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*. 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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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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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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