he did up in the ring with his back up Against the ropes jab, jab, back up It's all for what? All for us All for bucks You chumps remind me of Mr. Softy
not droppin' off of regals and I'm sure not high off dope, So keep that shit from round my child, If somethin' happen to her, i'ma have to go buck wild
house Where all the products go, no doubt Yo momma, I gotta do eleven Livin' in a five by seven Dear baby, your man's gettin' worn out Of seein' young boys gettin
Our age, five-years-old we were young bucks scrubbin' each others backs in the bathtub Babysitter would send you to bed but she would make me stay up so she could give the young
in (hey) Not a day, goes by, when I ain't gettin' high They wonder why, don't I, go get myself a job So I can make, them bucks But I don't give a fuck
They can never take the life of a young G I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money
of the crack game That's why they money go quicker than a crack high My money stack high, how high? Shaq high Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high
dark and the clock strikes six If you standin on the block, you gots to face the click Prepare to be stuck, young buck, you wanna gamble? Got to pay
until we get high Gimme some of that good stuff Gimme somethin' that'll feel kinda special Gimme somethin' that'll do it Do it, put my mind to it until we get high
a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it I never ran up yo a trunk, blastin' on a fuckin' punk Toxicated, high
mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains Countin corpses in my black fortress In tha hallway paintin' satanic portraits (DJ Paul) See it was me, Lil Buck
with my crew pop trunk in that BMW steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in
plenty papers Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high 'Cause life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
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 still enough
I made it out the game, it gotta be a better way Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level It's Clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down
probably wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do' If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go [Verse 3: Young Buck] I'm out
know) they know whats up, when theyre records aint sellin they gotta come see buck, cause I got Co co cocaine, and imma die in this dope dope dope game, im gettin high
Kentucky Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt They still stayed humble and Cash Money blew up Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck