, comes from a scanna Just crossed the Tennessee line All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine It's all for one and one for all nigga All my life,
my way down to Atlanta, Just crossed the Tennessee line, All my life I visualized me handlin' mine (Young Buck) It's all for one and one for all n**** (Chorus) All my
Übersetzung: Young Buck. All My Life.
young, dog Two glocks stay tucked in my drawers Gotta ride like that 'cause it's real And I live my life - kill or be killed I hold it down no matter what For my
my clique, fuck all y'all (Hook [B.G.]) I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper Bang at
: [50 Cent] Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck... G G G G G-Unit! Haha! [Young Buc] Vacate your home I come to brake your bones Americas nightmare
satisfied being another niggas dun-dun, we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it, some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit, smilein' all up in my
: Young Buck] Life begins and then you die this couldn't be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse Clip hangin' out the side of my parka
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold I had the whole
You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in the dirt just for trying Sometimes I think my block
high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school
It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case Personally I ain't trippin' on all this rappin' stuff I'm takin' back my money counter
my life for this ice and these cars And I only spent 30 days behind bars I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid I handled any beef that they sent my
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do or die. I keep a pistol in my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga
the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life
