like it should, i got it, you ain't gotta worry bout me, i got it, the streets nigga this is where we be, i got it. Young Buck Verse 2: I'm strapped
Übersetzung: Young Buck. I Got It.
I keep it real I keep it real And if you're real you feel what I feel I keep it real I keep it real And if you're real you feel what I feel This for the
house, I went behind him Caught him, then I ch-chopped him up In the process my Reeboks got fucked up (Hook [B.G.]) I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm '
of weed smokers Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth I'ma knock-out, I can't believe what he did to my house Hook: I've got problems In my fucking
head Try to stop my shine but I got bread And I ain't got time, to hear what they said When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head [Chorus: 50 Cent
or it R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special with it, I got special bread It's easy now, please believe me now I dismiss a hoe, please leave me now I
is how we do it Ayy (ayy, ayy) I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it For the paper let the
a hustler I'm all about a dollar. Everybodies a customer nobodies a friend, Somebodies gotta do it anybody can win. If I did it then I can do it now,
looooord!!! I can feel it, comin in the air tonight Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!! [Verse 1: Young Buck] (?) (*Young Buck's adlibs) I'm back, still got
6 nutts 7 nutts more Have it how u want I rather have it hardcore Ya legs on my neck ya neck damn there on tha floor [Young Buck:] Nigga that's my bitch I
I keep saying I don't love these hoes I keep saying I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love em man) I keep saying I don't love these hoes I keep saying
tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin with
bitch and i'll be back with a hit I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause G-Unit is poppin' and
you got, you got, you got, you got what I want Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need Now shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it,
like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit, Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me, I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled, I
iight man I ain?t got nuttin to prove I?m rich but I still live like I got nuttin to lose Look man I don?t know what you been drinkin? I don?t know what
luggage You got to love it I'm thuggin' my street slang, my penitentiary procher Got me outsellin' niggas' whole fuckin' roster I'm big in New York like B.I
