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'Walk Thru (Remix)' Lyrics - Young Buck Ft. Rich Homie Quan & Problem
Here is Walk Thru (Remix) Lyrics by Young Buck Ft. Rich Homie Quan & Problem

(Rich Homie Quan)
Yeah, hey man where my real niggas at in this muh’ fucker man?
You feel me? Do the real nigga walk through for me hey

(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through

(Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan)
I done made a few bands when I walk through
People I don’t know naw I don’t talk to
Me and Problem in this bitch, he a boss too
Sitting at the round table making boss moves
I done walk thru with Gucci on my feet
Who got more money, you or me?
I’mma walk through usually with my nigga best believe
That I got the tool on me I done snuck passed security
What the fuck, do you need glasses just to see
Me when I’m coming full speed, got that V12 running
And I’mma jump the fence if I see 12 coming
Even if I were blind, I could still smell money
I can’t trust no outside niggas, they could tell on me
I’m the alphabet boy ‘cause I keep an L on me
I smoke good, throwing up my set in your hood, nigga

(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through

(Verse 2: Young Buck)
Some of my niggas flamed up but I’m all blue
I keep bands in my pants so we all do
Floor seats, Hawks game I’ma ball too
I put the Chevy on the road but my dogs flew
Shorty sendin’ DM’s, lemme call you
I told her get all of her friends, yeah I’ll fall through
Giuseppe shoes, Louie belt, bitch I’m all new
A Cuban link, gold Rollie and it’s all true
Penthouse top level, look at yall view
50 bands on me, Rich Homie when I saw you
They know who to talk to for the walk thru
You want yo city turned up, you gon call who?

(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through

(Verse 3: Problem)
It’s money over here, what you thought, clown?
Play crazy while you high, have you knocked down
No frowns around here, bruh, we all smiles
Giuseppe just dropped, got all styles
(Mom set the boy out when I walk through
Scarface before he died this part 2)
Have your peoples tell promoters that I’m coming
Park me in the front, leave the shit running, here’s 100, what up?
Flip your bitch like a coin, better call it, nigga
She got a thing for us big dick balling niggas
She bout to rock the boy mic, ’till it feedback
The realest nigga out my city and I mean that

(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through

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'Rolling Stone' Lyrics - DJ Kay Slay Ft. Game, Young Buck & Papoose
Here is Rolling Stone Lyrics by DJ Kay Slay Ft. Game, Young Buck & Papoose

(Verse)
Nigga pull up, hop out the cutlass, tell a nigga fuck this
I ain’t toleratin no fuck shit
Wifey at the halfway house, with a bitch with her ass hanging halfway out
I aint bout no games nigga, thats my name
Gold grill with a blunt hangin halfway out
Nigga can’t tell me shit unless he got hits and then he can tell me how them hash weigh out
Crib laid out like a pimp here, your bitch there on a bed made out
Nigga talkin that fuck shit, we just spread out
Boy get yo whole motherfuckin hood K’d out
I was born in the CP, Tommy on my lap
If it’s cheese in that hoe you can find me in the trap
But when it’s snap, give a fuck about a rap
Yuck me and Buck back, 7-11 on the crack
See a Cadillac? Get the fuck up outta there
Grand Theft Auto on a bitch ass nigga
Getting 3 up, bring a truck up outta that
Then pop bottles, let me hit that nigga
Roll blunts the size of this mack
I’m in love with the kush, ain’t givin that back, trill nigga
Smoke til my lungs collapse
Pass out with a 5th of that cognac
Real niggas gon recognize this G shit
Don’t come at me with no peace shit
That peace shit, that was ‘89
I get yo ass hit with 89’s
Motherfucker fore the cops get down, nigga J’s comin off
Drive off with the K’s runnin off
Fly home, tuck my sons into bed
Kiss my daughter on the head and leave a note by her motherfuckin bed

(Chorus)
Papa was a rollin stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin’ stone, my son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone

(Verse)
Ain’t shit changed with me nigga
Been around the world with the same AK
Same clip with mo bodies on it
Then hook yo hood with this beef shit
Lookin around but nobody want it
Niggas know what’s up with Buck
Get a couple murder cases comin up
Shoot first!
Molly poppin, that’s young niggas
All they really wanna do now is so guns
Movin on and I’m gone
Papa got a brand new home
And I’m not lookin back, I’m just cookin crack
Until I get back where I belong
My bitch leave brains all on my seat
But these niggas’ blood all on my hands
Been ridin up and down these streets
Fuckin as many niggas I can
Shotgun shell still in my leg
Got a few racks still on my head
Gotta stay strapped now, they handicapped now
Fuck niggas who’s stealin my bread
Had to buy a graveyard for just trappers
Ain’t got a funeral home for you rappers
Know I can play the role with you actors
When we gon get enough to come after
Now send it nigga, I’m going Kendrick nigga
You can start the shit but I’mma end it nigga
If you getting money better spend it nigga
This real life, no pretending nigga
Back at it again, fresh out the pen
Remember back then? They had to let me in
And yall niggas talkin bout cashin out
I need a trash bag to put the cash in

(Chorus)
Papa was a rollin stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin’ stone, my son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone

(Verse)
They told me papa was a rolling stone
Like Mick Jagger keep bitches round they whips, Charlie hold it holmes
You ain’t a poet cus you wrote a poem
I am lyrically until these spirits really higher on the totem pole
I get the cheese, cheddar mozzarella
American, moderate, jack, swizz, feta, mars the prevalone
I bring a nigga down limb by limb
Blood sweat tears molecules flesh then show my chromosomes
Jim star, raise it fo yo dome
With a hole in yo face shot just like Macaulay Culkin Home Alone
Tote the chrome and spark blast with a dark mask, tryna pop trash, blowin at yo motor home
I’m on LeBron, catch you bitchin on my block
I’mma knock it out the park
Babe Ruth, go and throw it go
I grab his bones squeeze 3, brought him like DD, you PC no ET in fully home
Guantanamo… all of yall fucked up
Young Buck, roll em holmes
Have a glass of murda, have em grab the burner
I’m so nice, can see these rappers cry so loaners
My way fowl, don’t convert you have a jazz converter
You need bigger hard drives, I’mma crash yo server
I was raised with the killers in a class of burglars
I’ve been the truth in the booth go and ask the jugger
This is annihilation, you niggas violatin, won’t die hatin, getting shots like immunization
I’m sendin vibrations that could shake a wise nation
And if the devil was a liar then you gon die satan
You ever disrespect my brother soldiers
You gon see a bunch of Rolls with tints, throw em in the cellar
Blood on my hands so blood money low
You got blood on yo hands cus you a cutthroat

(Chorus)
Papa was a rollin stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin’ stone, my son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone

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'Kemosabe (Remix)' Lyrics - Young Buck
Here is Kemosabe (Remix) Lyrics by Young Buck

I blow then check your partners
I cut up all the raris
Pull up and then ??
.. had to double ..
I’m covered in Versace
All friend nigga is ..
Listen to the ??
them bitches think on Luminati
My niggas in for Bugatti
By .. straight out to .. drink ..bitches slutty
Can .. s she f*ck so wrong caught up ..
Top I wanna ??
Balling like a bari
If you want no moneys
50 hoes in the lock
Chain gone in Versace
All I want it won’t stop me
Bitch balling is my hobby

Rest in peace don’t beating up
.. I just drunk out for whole key
Let these hoes .. take off my bandana
But bitch I ain’t got no ..
Hole lean up in my .. and I take pounds to Atlanta
I go cush .. together
Ain’t no waiting I can’t handle
Got AK with a banana
And my P, oh no I can’t stand em
Balling paper like a hammer
But I’m popped up in that new phantom
My boys .. whatever I handle man
.. random

Oh kemosabe, poppin’ molly is a hobby?
all is ice, you wanna rock me
30 carries in my AP, if I sign you gotta pay me
Is ..

50 hoes in the lobby, chain golden in Versace
All I want kemosabe, poppin’ molly is a hobby?

.. OG them boy .. f*ck your bitch she’s ..
Got .. .. tryin to win this 4-5
All I keep on my side
And nigga to run up in my house
I’ma blow up and make outside
And you give a nigga ..
I’m another p**sy kid kat guy,
Don’t beat .. on the right guy
Deep verse so hot up in the .. buy,
Don’t stop so we ..
.. all my dirties
Ash that bitch, I .. that hoe me looking dusty
Yeah I been hoe p**sy musty

50 hoes in the lobby, chain golden in Versace
All I want kemosabe, poppin’ molly is a hobby?

I’m like wow kemosabe,
Started to shickers that’s my hobby
Big time that’s my name hoe
Versace is on my brain hoe
All .. everything, I put the shit on everything
Got a thing on everything oh nigga
Diamonds floated in this bitch like is raining nigga
Bitch on my own like a single nigga
She might just be a singer nigga,
Uh, I do what the f*ck I want
And I f*ck what the f*ck I want

50 hoes in the lobby, chain golden in Versace
All I want kemosabe,
Bitch ballin’ is my hobby?

Gotta poppin with my posy
If we ballin like the ..
Ballins in my blood line ‘cause I did me ??
God is the profit, don’t play and stackin’ profit
I made a quarter million and I never wait the ??
.. right here sally, smoking hidro ??
even at your pam boy, I just playin sake
I’m all about the dollar, bitches wanna holla
Bet the girl I’m all …

I’m still a .. how you love that?
you love a real nigga, do you love me?
and in the spot where they share the ..
.. hey you can get you to the three
Barely corners and Ferrari in California
Who you with? F*cking with a bitch in California
Hey what you doing?
smoking shit you get from California
That bikky roll, she gonna get left in California
Top of four no farny
Balling like a barny, two bitches in their ..
???

50 hoes in the lobby, chain golden in Versace
All I want kemosabe,
Bitch ballin’ is my hobby?

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'They Hating' Lyrics - Lil Scrappy Ft. Young Buck
Here is They Hating Lyrics by Lil Scrappy Ft. Young Buck

(Hook)
Man these niggas hatin, man they hatin, man they hatin
I swear these niggas hatin, swear they hatin, swear they hatin
See me getting money, man I know them niggas hatin
Lookin at me funny, man I know them niggas hatin
Man these niggas hatin, man they hatin, man they hatin
Swear these niggas hatin, swear they hatin, swear they hatin
See me in the foreign whip, man these niggas hatin
Know I got the best clique so these niggas hate

(Verse)
Hatin on my IGP, hatin cus a young nigga rich
Hatin cus I fucked his bitch
Hatin on the tip of my dick
Been hated on since kindergarten
That’s after mark with his foolishness
Don’t get me started, I get retarded
I don’t play around with that stupid shit
Jim might blow me a hookah
Yall nigga really think it’s super
Been hated on in the parking lot and a real nigga might boot ya
You all flex, Lex Luger
Til I introduce you to that ruga
Don’t look at me like medusa
Don’t talk a nigga, just shoot ya
You stuntin on camera but you in a rental
Fuckin with stabbing til you get the pistol
Talkin so much, now yo I got a issue
Til I send one of my niggas to get ya
Yea, that’s real shit
Yo mouth, I get some pill quick
Man your hatin, I guess it was on the realest

(Hook)
Man these niggas hatin, man they hatin, man they hatin
I swear these niggas hatin, swear they hatin, swear they hatin
See me getting money, man I know them niggas hatin
Lookin at me funny, man I know them niggas hatin
Man these niggas hatin, man they hatin, man they hatin
Swear these niggas hatin, swear they hatin, swear they hatin
See me in the foreign whip, man these niggas hatin
Know I got the best clique so these niggas hate

(Verse)
Hatin cus I’m in my Benz
Hatin cus I’m getting them M’s
Mad that a young nigga real
Hatin cus he just pretend
I ain’t talkin bout just anybody
But the temperature in particular
I don’t just go up and down
I swoop the game for particular
I’m like wow, hatin on the internet
How? I ain’t even made it yet
Hatin on that paper
But now I’m really gonna bust a check
Hatin from the inside, don’t sneak diss cus my eyes open
Realize you ain’t real
Man you search inside but yo head smoke
I’m all in gold now
Keep textin my phone now
Quarter back, all in the zone now
Yo bitch, she have long now
Blackberry, still got that
That iPhone, she top that
Macbook with Scotty Church
She show me pussy, I show works

(Hook)
Man these niggas hatin, man they hatin, man they hatin
I swear these niggas hatin, swear they hatin, swear they hatin
See me getting money, man I know them niggas hatin
Lookin at me funny, man I know them niggas hatin
Man these niggas hatin, man they hatin, man they hatin
Swear these niggas hatin, swear they hatin, swear they hatin
See me in the foreign whip, man these niggas hatin
Know I got the best clique so these niggas hate

(Verse)
All the shit I do, truthfully man I would hate me too
My jewelry gang brand new
100 passengers ran through
I got cocaine in my house
They got my name in they mouth
I got my clique standing out
All my haters please bring em out
Oh nigga my bitch, ain’t she fat?
Look at yo hoe, I know you mad
A big bang bro, I know you have
But look at these racks I got in this pack
Put it on camera, let em go talk
Just on this drop top I just bought
Yea nigga even bankrupt you couldn’t fuck with me
I’ve been trappin, never got caught
All this hatin, yea it’s my fault
I throw racks and yall throw salt
Run yo mouth but I don’t talk
Forgiatos, I don’t walk
Nigga got nothing in the tank
I still got money in the bank
I’m getting that check pointblank
I’m like fuck what a hater think

(Hook)
Man these niggas hatin, man they hatin, man they hatin
I swear these niggas hatin, swear they hatin, swear they hatin
See me getting money, man I know them niggas hatin
Lookin at me funny, man I know them niggas hatin
Man these niggas hatin, man they hatin, man they hatin
Swear these niggas hatin, swear they hatin, swear they hatin
See me in the foreign whip, man these niggas hatin
Know I got the best clique so these niggas hate

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'In The Air' Lyrics - Young Buck
Here is In The Air Lyrics by Young Buck

(Hook)
I can get it
Come and get it tonight
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work
I've been waiting for someone
For all my life
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work

(Verse 1)
The hood been starving, niggas ain't eating
Even rich niggas rob for no reason
Bitches been boosting , the gears been thieving
Streets got asthma they barely breathing
Thugs got problems, broke niggas leasing
Baby mama's mad, 'cause their baby daddy's leaving
Dead homies gone and their family's still grieving
Everybody bills do, everybody bees in
Everybody rolling bloods, everybody chiefing
Ain't nobody smelling nigga, ain't nobody speaking
Branded the work, touch down by the weekend
Beans having withdrawn I got ‘em geeking
My lawyer got a phone call said we need to meet and
I go to court in March and they talking 'bout keeping
Regaling Buck back bitch , did you peep him?
Ride with Hambino with the forties on the beating
Call me Raewkon , the haters I don't see them
They act like they don't,but they really wanna be him
I'm having dreams of fucking me an nB bitch
But waking up to niggers tryin to buy three brick
Hold on

(Hook)
I can get it
Come and get it tonight
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work
I've been waiting for someone
For all my life
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work

(Verse 2)
The coke plays high and the weed too
These niggas are fake, I see through
Store selling 7H and it's cheap too
And do the same damn thing as the weed do
Niggas looking for the wait ,me too
Ye I got some bills paid, and some due
Saving every last duffle when they come through
I can show up and buy a couple hundred dun too
You got a PO I got one too
You said you never going back I'm on the run too
You said you riding with your strife I got a gun too
And you ain't gonna let nobody take nothing from you
You dropping the top like fuck a sun roof
You like fuck a cop nigga I know proof
Don't smile like a nigga got one tooth
You rappers living a lie and I'm the truth

(Hook)
I can get it
Come and get it tonight
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work
I've been waiting for someone
For all my life
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work
New work on the way
Let's work, let's work

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'War Outside' Lyrics - Young Buck (Ft. Mistah FAB)
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Looking for the good life
But when I look outside

Blaze up the endo, raise up the window
I can hear the shots outside, you better get low
You know, life’s a bitch cause she the shit though
I’m still trapping at the segul
Mama plan big for, son let the bricks go
Mama hit the number, daddy wonder what she hit for
My old bitch she under wanna know why we quit for
Told her I’m like you you know
Tryina get dough
I’m a dope fiend, keep my car clean, told him hit it with the grill out
Armor out the inside, and vacuum up the spilldrough
The weed too high so I still grow
Why you think I got this high as life bill for
Why you think I got 3000 white pills for
They moving real slow, I’m tryna make a mill hoe
Why the fuck you think that I ain’t left the ville for
Niggas might act like they don’t but they still know

[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what’s going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain’t got no eyes but they shooting motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet
Hear the shots outside

I’m from Oakland, that’s the power rex capital
You either jacking, you trapping the may
You was rapping hoes grew up on the corner
Where they hustle in the crack or so
Where you from nigga then they say what you asking for
Late night, dice game, smoking night jane
Niggas going left, they ain’t thinking with they right brain
Rose for the baller, wine on wine sip, ..train
Flying at you niggas that you bragging bout they ice game
The shots get fired all night maine
Sitting on the news maine your homie lost his life damn
2 sides, if you ain’t doing right,
Your best friend dead, your brother doing life
Ain’t no og’s, niggas dying young bucks
Man here in life, young buck
This is a message to my young bras
Do what you gotta do to come up

[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what’s going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain’t got no eyes but they shooting motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet
Hear the shots outside

Listen, the shells hit the sidewalk no bullshitting
2 bedroom projects with a full kitchen
2 blocks I got black with 2 full extensions
These niggas snitching not to mention still whipping while I’m on park
Bitch I’m on don, you pussy niggas ain’t gonna do nothing
I know you don’t mean no harm
…with the shit that came off your arm
Let my young niggas work it, I keep that work for them
We out here for a purpose and then it’s dirt for
It’s up to you if you gonna decide if it’s worth going
So …on the floor, they send a hit for
…be answering the door with my shit short
Choppa bullets hit the brick, I don’t know if it’s for me
But I still telling my bitch stay calm
Open my window I see shooters tryina shoot you out
You niggas ain’t different from me, we all gonna do it

[Hook]
Listen, you can hear the shots outside, what’s going on
I can hear the shots outside
It go blacka, blacka, blacka, niggas take cover
These bullets ain’t got no eyes but they shooting motherfucker
Hear the shots outside and be quiet
Hear the shots outside.

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'Lean Wit It (Remix)' Lyrics - Young Buck (Ft. Meek Mill)
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In the streets gonna meet you
I got my bitch breaking the lead she can’t sleep with it
House smelling like we on but we unloving
And my garage.. But i’m all roe
Pop the bills f*ck some wills yeah i’m roll
Free scales so i got the white girls blow
You need a key for you to lock it down
Pulling up my money f*ck it up this holly town
Keeping the movie let em movin when i’m not a whine
I’m prime pressure making all ball lot of bound
I’m..make em bro with the ight soff
They wanna party they don’t care if the white..
I leave em with no description i amke em ..
Along your body with your bitch white..
I’m whipping up a .. Hundred..
So all i need for you to do is get some..
Dope boy getting money with the number man
Ok body cool let my mama..my mind right
And i’m whipping with ym left hand
You think you step on the reason why i step down
You ain’t telling me

Hook:]
Lean with it, rock with it
Is ball, doesn’t make up in the pock with it
Michael way but we gonna pop with it
When we get right we drop the ass and make it laugh with it
I tell em lean with it, rock with it
Michael way but we gonna pop with it
When we get right we drop the ass and make it laugh with it

I made a million off the mixtape
Nigga get a g straight, i’m selling that rock shit
You selling that whip way
Couldn’t have a whole..my wrist
When i pull up to the club you said you ..
50 cash in my pocket nigga i got your stash in my pocket
I’m blowing money fast in my pocket
Set it looking like i got, nicky yes in my pocket
Talking ass ass ass i get this cash cash cash
Cut in my last tash could’ve bought a fast..
Boy this bitch is waving at me
You think the..
Wonder why you hatin on me
It’s your mad ass
Rolling on me ’cause a whole bridge
Killers with me ain’t got no pick
Just .. Bitches ain’t got no..
Say we lay a movie on the.. No script

[hook:]

36 treatin like a dirty bitch
‘Cause i heat it then i ..of strip
Call em anything don’t call em by my government
‘Cause when i’m matching in the jugle i sell em bricks
Had to..in my hobby have some dollar shit
We be on some sneaky have a …shit
Fire rock ..brign em on the ..
Lean with it, rock with it
Post eleven in the ..
..adn em busy so when they pull us over

[hook:]

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'No Place For Me' Lyrics - Young Buck
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Nobody gonna help nobody out here
Shut up

Hook:
With the dope money i refuse to have no money
In the trap but they say no place for me
Everything bout money nothing free up
If i didn’t have no place for me
I got a deal with the dope money
I refuse to have no money
In the trial but this ain’t no place for me
Everything bout money nothing is free up
If i didn’t have the same no place for me

..lie down bitch i’m stuck in the city
They runnin round town holly book in the city
Yeah is bracin the hood but ain’t nothing the city
Me and my niggas even good to recover the ..
Hundred thousand the winner thousand pills in my pocket
Yeah since i got but my young hoes in the ..
..time so i’m thinking long term
Deep the switch in the leaning let the ..
..ballin i show my nigga show term
To .. Until they know
The niggas get the look but they hard owe turn
So they ..the bitches by the old ..
Still trapped in this bitch ..
My daughter .. Till i’m breaking the law
I got burns .. Even ..
I’m not ..like i got nothing at all

Hook:
With the dope money i refuse to have no money
In the trap but they say no place for me
Everything bout money nothing free up
If i didn’t have no place for me
I got a deal with the dope money
I refuse to have no money
In the trial but this ain’t no place for me
Everything bout money nothing is free up
If i didn’t have the same no place for me

They raped me and we gonna shoot it out
I would die bout this shit what is you about
In the trap but the tv’s off but the camera is on
Juckie knockin on the door wonder if i’m home
When they’re making ..surprise they thought i left it long
The mother biggiest fallin on but i kept it off
White boy drugs .. I got them poppies on till they gone
I think bitch she’ll be f*cking with the taff too
She .. But she gotta have blue
I’m leaning on the level bitch i’m doing better
Me and .. Count money ..on the yelling
My po tryin to slow me down but i never let em
She poppin up whatever but i never sweater
Lil bitch i’m on a whole another level
The og with the presidential

[hook:]

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..it’s emotional, a…
Clowdy car, car, clowdy car
..still posted up, so minds out
I took a time out just to find out
What a…
Got a thing… I’m like I’m out
From the bottom of the ball, I climb out
you know I’m back, I …
Don’t sleep with a nigger, but I still will…
..I leave him in the street…nigger
My mind on money, it’s just me and Marry,
I don’t fuck with no one
Wrap all of my problems up in these… tell niggers to blow one
Come on, hit that shit…
…in the coop like you got no lungs
I’m cooking ..in the…
Cause one bitch it just ain’t no…
My feel’s late, my…
But I’m a… I’mma get through
Ain’t twisting, let’s twist one up
See what this shit go

Chorus:
Hey! Got the windows up,
Car clowdy with a…
Knock you down, but I’m right back up
I’m running around, this bitch like what
Out of control like ain’t got no breaks
Still strap like ain’t got no case
We’re strong, but they got no case
OK!
…bad bitch she ain’t got no way
Knock down, I can’t feel my face
All the hoes, they keep … me
You bitch niggers ain’t bother me
Mary Jane, keep calling me!

I’mma leave him now
So hard just in the crowd
Fell a nigger ..with my jeans around
We… low niggers better hurry up and get your way up!
New strap, new… I lost a butt
..money you ain’t getting any, we got plenty niggers
Wanna see me go, but I’m still here, to the low
Ready for me on my stay, ready for a ..
..nigger let’s fly!
Take an… breaking off the…
Don’t know when I’m coming down tonight
..for three days in the…
what you’re talking about… I’m in the light!
What you’re talking about nigger, this is all fair
..and we’re giving the man…
I ain’t drunk, still…
..my nigger, finger up!
Life is short, we gonna live shit up, live shit up, live shit up!

Chorus:
Hey! Got the windows up,
Car clowdy with a…
Knock you down, but I’m right back up
I’m running around, this bitch like what
Out of control like ain’t got no breaks
Still strap like ain’t got no case
We’re strong, but they got no case
OK!
…bad bitch she ain’t got no way
Knock down, I can’t feel my face
All the hoes, they keep … me
You bitch niggers ain’t bother me
Mary Jane, keep calling me!

Gotta get that strap to the max
Looking for enemies, hide to the back
J. F. Kennedy racks on racks
Still got… clock on clock.
You niggers all trapped in a…
Talk about this, talk about that
Trying to take a trap, when he talking about rats.
I don’t know, but what I do know is everywhere I do go
Got my shit all safety!
I don’t know about you, though
Pissed off lady, I’mma …
Talking dirty, but they ain’t got no…
Talking… but they ain’t got no fight
All this talk, I don’t need no…
The angel’s right…

My Cush strong, but they got no…
My red bone, she ain’t got no…
This… blow, you ain’t got no…
No witnesses, you ain’t got no…
I walk with you, you ain’t got no…
You a drug dealer, but ain’t got no way
Small town, nigger…
Young nigger wanna eat, but he ain’t got no play!
Young nigger wanna ride like he got that hard,
Young nigger die young, but his life just start
Got me walking to the…. find that…
…we’re getting to it
…We’re sticking to it
..we’re outlaws, come join the movement!

Chorus:
Hey! Got the windows up,
Car clowdy with a…
Knock you down, but I’m right back up
I’m running around, this bitch like what
Out of control like ain’t got no breaks
Still strap like ain’t got no case
We’re strong, but they got no case
OK!
…bad bitch she ain’t got no way
Knock down, I can’t feel my face
All the hoes, they keep … me
You bitch niggers ain’t bother me
Mary Jane, keep calling me!

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And they call em DJ Christ
Niggas hate bitches hate

Bad bitches in the club and the bottles poppin
…

Niggas hate,, bitches hate

Bad bitches in the club and the bottles poppin
I’m here i’m right

You ass bitch you bitch you bitch
I’m leaning i’m rockin
Hey bitch i’m leanin i’m rockin,
Hey why you actin like ..

You all alaywys
I’m leanin i’m rockin

They try to dirty up my name like i was born ..
Hey never changed been the .. Since the
No oen to blame i just want to go cocaine insane
Hey i go curcko bain this gonan urt your vain
Think this shit go ham
They gonna vut this up and gram
Bitch you knwo who i am
F*ck you and Uncle Sam
I thought niggas was fam till i call in the ..
I’m trappin bitch i’m damn
Your other niggas bro i’m sorry nigga i’m not ..
Now i’m acting funny ’cause mama i know my money
You told me to do me forget your little shit ..

Hook:
You ass bitch you bitch you bitch
I’m leaning i’m rockin
Hey bitch i’m leanin i’m rockin,
Hey why you actin like you
Bitch you ..
I’m leaning i’m rockin
You always btch
I’m leanin, i’m rockin i’m leanin

..the benz ..pulling up on .
This bitch on business her old man in prison ..
She call my phone trippin ..
I just smoeke a lot fo cush
I’m sayin can’t ahve ..
Some of these niggas is bitches that the bitches do
..the bitch is you
And when you get ..

[Hook:]

You bitch you
Yeah, you know somebody ..right now
Look at the police you bitch

You all broke ass bitch
You bitch bitch
Hey why you’re actinh liek ..
You bitch bitch
You were always bitch bitch
But so many is bitches too

You’re acting like a bitch though
You’re acting like a big shawty
Someone of this ..is bitch too

Bottle sin the air nigga
What up shawty ?

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Shut up and listen!
Shit, I don’t move, nigger it’s a revolution!
Maybe is cause it’s a bunch of…
..nigger you know what it is!
Just trying to figure out!
Some got me… let go!

Don’t know if it’s the murders, the robbers, the beef, the…
The hood, the straps, don’t know,
Cause something is got me on it!
I’m on it, I’m on it!
Something is got me on it!
I’m on it, I’m on it!
Don’t know if it’s the pills, the weed, the coke, the …
The way I’m.. the scene!
Cause something is got me on it!
I’m on it, I’m on it!
OK, OK, I’m bad, I’m serving, I’m leaning, I’m swerving
I’m strapped… the young niggers is hurting!
..I’m lurking, I’m killing, I’m …
I’m shooting, I’m working, I’m only one person!
No tags, no .. you mad and I’m glad
Got … put niggers in body bag
I’m a soldier, I told you,
Nigger fuck me, fuck you
Fuck him and fuck hard too!
Fuck that I want some new
Top down, no sun….
Hundred pounds I run through
I’m running around like my son do
Never say how she gone you, I kick a bitch like kung fu
Told ya, I’mma come through
No religion, just through
Thirty chickens front you…
Still pimping … all the mirrors are…
Country niggers live in a bar
Wrong Cush on your farm

..the money, the power,
The way that half of these rap niggers cowards
Something is got me on it
I’m on it, I’m on it!
Something is got me on it!
I’m on it, I’m on it!
Don’t know if it’s the chill, the pill, the Rose, the…
The way I’m back on my book shit again!
But something is got me on it, I’m on it,
Something is got me on it, I’m on it!
I’m cooking, I’m watching, I’m looking, I’m shopping
I’m tired of parties, peoples asking me when am I dropping
I’m rolling, I’m rocking, I’m moving, not stopping
I’m loading up my chopper out here, about to get it popping!
You’re flexing, I’m stressing, I still ain’t learned my lesson
I’m … to count my blessings, I put ‘em all in investments.
These hoes ain’t shit, but they own my dick
I just started, you quit, I’m not real, you’re a bitch!
I’m here, no scale, I got eight balls for sale
And I hate… I pray I get killed.
I’m an outlaw without ya ..
Ring a… I smell pussy…
Court cases, probation, one guy, one nation
No despair, no patience, selling dope is my occupation.
Fuck … fuck a nation
I’m in the trap with no…
And I want your.. I ain’t gonna bring none to the table.

The Lord, the Devil, the bricks, the pebble
The ladies make his kinky on my level
But something is got me on it
I’m on it, I’m on it
I just don’t know!
I’m on it, I’m on it, I’m on it!
Don’t know if it’s the love, the hate, the peace the…
The way they say their real, but their fake.
But something is got me on it
I’m on it, I’m on it

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I think it’s time to bring the city back, man!
Shout to my nigger Starlito, Starlito

Chorus:
A bunch of college girl a lot of dope boys, dope boys
DJ say, you ain’t making low noise
If you think you get money, then let’s go for!
If he say he ain’t got no money…
I’m going crazy with…
I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my hand up, I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!
Put my finger up, I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my waiter, I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!

I got ..in my pocket, scholarship on my wrist
My ..still in college, and she think she’s the shit
My buddy in prison, trying to … the six
He got thirty days left, before he back in the…
I got ..in my pocket, scholarship on my wrist
My ..still in college, and she think she’s the shit
My buddy in prison, trying to … the six
He got thirty days left, before he back in the… I got ..in my pocket, scholarship on my wrist
My ..still in college, and she think she’s the shit
My buddy in prison, trying to … the six
He got thirty days left, before he back in the…
I’m just Louis and Gucci, look at me getting…
In the club on the couch, I know my bottle is…
I put one in the air, for all my partners this day
They gave my cousin the chair, he locked up in the…
I got caught in the morning, they just… me tear
If I’m losing this trial, you might not see me again!
OK, you say you’re getting… then fuck with me then
Cause I’m in this bitch like…
All I see, a bunch of college girls
A lot of dope boys, G say I ain’t making a lot of noise!
If you think you’re getting money, then let’s go for
They say he ain’t got no money if you’re damn sure!

Chorus:
I’m going crazy with…
I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my hand up, I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!
Put my finger up, I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my waiter, I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!

..brown skin, akka
..she made too much financial, I told her…
She like real bottle, I like Rose…
And I like girls that like girls, I hope they swallow
Flipping candles and…
Left her on this morning with.. on some rapper shit.
…29 to kick, bitch, I’, trying to eat
… can’t leave the house without a…
Looking for me? I’m around in G
..or crap freeze! Smoking up the VIP
My old bitch got a Ph.D., my under bitch an under grade
Whenever I say wait up

Chorus:
A bunch of college girl a lot of dope boys, dope boys
DJ say, you ain’t making low noise
If you think you get money, then let’s go for!
If he say he ain’t got no money…
I’m going crazy with…
I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my hand up, I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!
Put my finger up, I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my waiter, I’m trying to touch the ceiling now!

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What is all this talking, what is all these rumors?
What about all this shopping, what about all these shooters?
What about all this Gucci, what about all this Louie?
What about all these bottles, what about all these … ?

I’ve been talking that real shit, now why don’t I just show?
Quit lying bitch, I know, why don’t I just show?
I’ve been talking that real shit, now why don’t I just show?
Quit lying bitch, I know, why don’t I just show?
And I’m bout to blow the whole motor
Might cook the … but no shoulder
I booked the show no promoter
Nigga, y’all ain’t serving no …
Nigga, y’all don’t know about fish scales
Y’all don’t know about …
Y’all don’t know about dry cooking
Y’all don’t know about microwaves
All of us got money, all of us got bricks
All of us been balling, all of us got whip
All of us is bloods, all of us is cribs
All of us is thugs, all of us is here

We got some bad bitches, I don’t think they know
I don’t think they know, I don’t think they know,
And we get … up, I don’t think they know, I don’t think they know
I don’t think they know,

… my table, camera viewing my neighbor
Meet it all in my trailer
Nigga y’all ain’t getting no paper
Nigga y’all ain’t been to the bay …
Nigga y’all don’t know about scrapers
Nigga y’all ain’t been to L.A. hoe
Nigga y’all just know bout the Lakers
I’m like, who is all of these haters
Where is all this coming from?
What is all this flexing?
And they mad nigga them …
Court is now in session, no case, you never caught…
Thank you god for my blessing…
Bitch I started this…we street niggas they really have…
Can you rap niggas tell me how that feels
… I’m back in the booth with a bird on
Drummer boy keeps saying crack kills
All of us got money, all of us got bricks
All of us been balling, all of us got whip
All of us is bloods, all of us is cribs
All of us is thugs, all of us is here

We got some bad bitches, I don’t think they know
I don’t think they know, I don’t think they know,
And we get … up, I don’t think they know, I don’t think they know
I don’t think they know X 2

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I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt
All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em
I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor
All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

Police trying to kill me, bitches want my baby
I keep smoking weed so my po think I’m crazy
I got niggas’ round me crazy, they don’t wanna work
Don’t wanna sell this meat, but they wanna smoke this purp
And my mama trying to save me, keep saying go to church
No this ain’t how you raised me, but your sun… preserve
My homey’s bitches wanna flirt, she saw me in the club
Get the pulling on my shirt, knowing man he gotta go
I stay on my family biz, for real I wish him well
They get mad about pety shit I’m gonna kill him if they tell
Yeah he won a half of brick, but I’m gonna give him 12
Cause he shot me on the last leg when I didn’t had my scale
Cocaine bought Camaros, heroine bought my home
Bitch I was in bankruptcy and nobody had no loans
I got it on my own and then my money long
I tell where to meet me motherfucker I …

I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt
All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em
I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor
All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

I puff blow money, I tilt down in the jet
We fill out everythang
Couple millions on me, I be big dog stunting
My chevy game right
My old school do new tricks, my Bentley game…
I’m … with… can’t quit that dirty sprite
… blowing..
And we don’t give a fuck because we get it by the night
Then chill out in my house, half of mille worth of ice
I got money in the wall, I ball off the …
Got a thousand pounds of meat and a thousand pounds of purple
I keep money in my sofa
… I’ma count the money over…
And I keep some bitches over, then drank purple when I pull up
She’s so … fuck her, think I’m bout to throw up

I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt
All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em
I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor
All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em
Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em .

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Let’s talk about it

Hook:
You got money on your mind we can talk about it
you all about your ground we can talk about it
what’s up, what’s up, let’s talk about it
what’s up, what’s up, let’s talk about it

.. is the 96 ..
2011 now is hell down on my wrist
I’ve been selling ARIZONA smoking on the key
Watch smoking my holly up and down my mama ..
This script still .. by hundred ..
A couple ..bills from my cup is still white
My niggas money late we .. on fight
We ..30 minutes but we takin all tonight
So everything inside we callin catchin by
We’re teachin real friend we callin rejoy
I’m trappin at the .. we stuntin in the ..
I’m re watch you .. she keep sayin i can’t stand it
I’m loaded trucks continue what i handle new
The Dj’s playing dot but they here tryin ..
My dad ..we love we poppin up
Man i’ll be poppin down
So B boys what’s up the pill is back around

[Hook:]
You turn the head to a hoe we can talk about it
You’ve been breaking down hoes let’s talk about it
what’s up, what’s up, let’s talk about it
what’s up, what’s up, let’s talk about it

burn any day you can do
so i spend so blow keep .. increase my .. zone
i keep away from ..that every day oh ..
she knew me baby i keep a drink ..
in my ..jury you can .. i’ll be your f*cking ..
ain’t no item ain’t no ..we
we get ..that that will for the ..
and if you aint’ cream i made no mother f*cking talking
this f*ck you pay me
p**sy time you love to shine
it is what it is it catch you the .. develop
don’t be .. i don’t pay for .. i handle ..
i don’t do benz i might just be some after show
flow .. i do sip drink caffe f*ck it may ..

[hook:]

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i’m feeling so.. right now!
..this big ass, white ass…
you know what i mean?

slammin’ doorz, pulling and .. (x6)

i know they see me right here, right?
..h town street, do you understand?
real niggers do real things!
so who should be in the.. right now?
oh, i know you all see us right here, right?

so much painted pain, …
‘em plastic white cops ..
i’ve got my tacky scripts, heavy stars…
just got off the phone with jay criss,
they bought the hate, now!
i’m … slowly moving down this road,
what don’t kill you makes you stronger i was told.
so i carriage the low, 200000…
i just …like, i can get myself about this…
i’m slammin’ doorz

slammin’ doorz, pulling and .. (x6)

i’m in the …
.. i blew the barains…
looking …challenge,
i yell the streets, so tell the pussies …
if you ain’t .. with little respect, we ain’t nothing…
still can find me where your favorite gangstas live,
..popping the trucks, slammin’ the the door!

slammin’ doorz, pulling and .. (x6)

..where i go to see the hood,
..everything is hood.
filling just like i should,
take a nigger life i could!
cause i’m a gangsta …
they ain’t got nothing on me,
..they know what we’re about,
black man, we’re coming to get you!
i’m from the city where…
..body rocking down the air!
..you ain’t shit if you ain’t smoother!

slammin’ doorz, pulling and .. (x6)

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"Happy New Year" is a song performed by an American rapper Young Buck. He is a former member of the New York City-based hip hop group G-Unit who is signed to G-Unit Records and Cashville Records.
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I just buried my best friend
it’s f-ck everything
its f-ck them G-Unit n-ggas whatever you claim better bang
I feel no pain as I kill y’all
cos if my n-gga tick was here he would have killed y’all
40’s speaking on me, you don’t know me homie
But I know Compton n-ggas that wanna do that for me,
go get Curtis now, tell him Buck said f-ck him
cause for the last 2 years this hoe aint said nothing
I came from the dirt, they tryna make me hurt
I’m sh-tting on your label pissing on your paperwork
look b-tch you need this, here goes some energy
Yayo you know you the biggest hoe in the industry
It’s all over now, you better kill me
Yeah I been selling dope to feed my babies, feel me
aint no way in hell that I’ma do this yearly
so Imma start it off by saying Happy New Year…

[Chorus]
It’s a new year (come on)
lets all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year
Its a new year (lets go)
this year sh-t it’s all on me
Im hollering happy new year
It’s a new year (come on)
lets all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year
Its a new year (lets go)
this year sh-t it’s all on me
Im hollering happy new year

[Verse 2]
Standing in the graveyard everybody’s crying
they say I’m gon’ handle it but everybody’s lying
I’m riding through these muthaf-cking projects with my homie in a casket
100 cars deep, we f-cking up traffic
it’s real life no acting
sorry officer I don’t know what happened
50 you know my homie wanted me to ride on you n-ggas
before he could get to y’all he died on your n-ggas
ya popped a lot of sh-t I let you slide on you n-ggas
now Cashville is coming to NY on you n-ggas
the contract, b-tch you took that sh-t beyond that
so you could give me 10 million I wouldn’t come back

what the f-ck is 50 cent is what Jigga said
look at yourself, even now I’m diggin up the dead
get some help, all you had left was 1 buck
you lost that and f-cked up
now its happy new year…

[Chorus]
It’s a new year (come on)
lets all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year
Its a new year (lets go)
this year sh-t it’s all on me
Im hollering happy new year
It’s a new year (come on)
lets all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year
Its a new year (lets go)
this year sh-t it’s all on me
Im hollering happy new year

haha, yeah Curtis so while you watching the ball drop in New York
well this what they listening to in the hood n-gga
yeah, Jamaica queens Brooklyn, all the boroughs round your way, we celebrating,
now I know I’m digging up the dead but my n-gga dead and gone
Rest in Peace Tick, I got you, yeah my homeboy, I think he sh-tted in your mansion
if I aint mistaken but you know my n-gga tick right,
he was like f-ck everything so it’s f-ck you n-gga
f-ck all y’all, all you G-unit n-ggas all you b-tch ass n-ggas over there that wanna jump on the Curtis bandwagon
f-ck you n-ggas too, its on n-gga, 2010 its a hell of a year n-gga
gon put you rap n-ggas to test n-gga
we shooting over here n-gga
Cashville Happy New Year,
Lets celebrate n-gga, shot gun shells and AK bullets
Young Buck he on that bullsh-t and I aint getting off of it neither
Curtis where is your b-tch ass at now n-gga, it’s on, lets go