s Ice came through on some shit and bought him one Them young boys from the projects crazy He was kissing on the toast and saying thats my baby Buck came
in their children's eyes Now they give a fuck about us [Tupac] Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love to trick Equipped with game so we bang
on danger Never been a stranger to homicide My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys Why do we die at an early age He was so young But still a victim
go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep [Young Buck:] I'm
the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it. Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit. Now they wanna maime me. (Told ya) All I wanted to be was a soulja. Bang bang
thang, can you dig it man? The show man, I wish I had your game, look at young dog do your own thang Them bitch ass niggers... buck em no, stay real,
: (feat. Young Buck) [Intro] Yeahhh... Whooo Whooo.. Whooo Whooo.. Haha.. Fuck Tha Police! [Verse] Think about it every time you bitches come around
about friends. [Bizzy] My mind can't hate 'em, and even all ah tha people gotta support me when I'm gonna buck it all tha way ta depend I don't needin
: [Verse 1: Ill Bill] Yo, yo, yo I been an outlaw and a gambler long as I can remember Drink whiskey from a bottle and always carry a banger Poker-faced
the streets with no talent scout And now my face bring the cameras out That young nigga these industry bitches yap about U kno the one the cops buck u
: All these little young kids ain't got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha
in the ground where the maggots crawl BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! This is not a game Say "hello" to my little friend.. Bang Bang Bang BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG
motherfucker is the first to bum like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper He'll draw down and then check his beeper He's clockin them chicks and bucks
break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up Niggas fighting over Cold young
tell 'em how your livin Man i spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern slams I'm not a butt nut you know that i never bang But i lick more coochie
moanin' for my peoplez who are dying all we trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on [Killa Sin] Yo, melodic war chamber, bang ya, 36 styles
Ms. White's I'm fuckin with Will, We used to play fight Then one night, We came up with Vill Young thugs dump drugs Nigga hungry for meals Young thugs
to all Mitch Bader's Be Jealous, You mother fucker's ain't showing Tech Nina no love [Verse 1:] Fuck Muh-Fuckers, buck Muh-Fuckers And the pain come nigga with a bang