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Young Buck Straight Outta Cashville

stamps, we stackin it all That's that joint what's his name son? I don't remember That Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November" I do a buck

G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin' Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in 'Cause Luda and Young Buck

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

black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next Yeah, Young Buck nigga, Cashville

we gon' send him home This is how we livin' from the projects to the prisons So don't be to comfortable, bitch 'cuz you can be a victim Get 'em buck,

! Is the sound 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

a fuck Im'a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, im'a head busta, man I don't give a fuck [Young Buck:] I come from

know How many times do I have to sit in and grown I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoe [Young Buck:] I still remember them

: [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