'm out in L.A. nigga We don't need no motherfuckin' help Yea A.T.L already know We don't need no motherfuckin' help
down baby" [Chorus] [Verse 2 ? Young Buck] Baby it's hard to look and don't touch Girl the way you strut and dressed in your fine dutch I don't know
situation Cause once u look at it You know (really do) They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about
in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!) When i'm in Tennessee, i'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!) When i'm out in LA nigga
my foe Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone But no, nigga don't lose your (soul) But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll
got to earn this, you can't take it Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega Walkin with my entourage, I
or when you dissin, it's the principle, some people say I'm crazy, I ain't crazy, I'm just ignant, and I don't get the props that I deserve because I
wit' eight balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!) Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!) Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
speech of Weezy F. Baby No more no less Baby, so forth and so on Front door livin room young nigga switchin we What you need, get you crack get you weed
L.L., why don't you just give up? [Phone Rings] [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again If you need help, try, try again Try
That we've always been and we'll always be Best friends Been two and a half years since my man Big passed Been two and a half years since my world crashed I needed help
I keep sayin', don't get mad because you can't bump But I'm still gonna spit it, 'cuz you still don't get it If it ain't noted, don't quote it Hataz
Since the beginning of time All you did was bless men Too young to understand but now you my best friend How could they doubt you, never think about you Don't
, I wake you up What? What? What? What? In ya crib, tie you up What? What? What? What? Hot oil on ya gut Get bucked, get bucked Iraq element don't give
I control it Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it Like
Ready to buck you down Upon the ground For all my past teachers Give your souls up If your showed up Dont hold up We do or die And you know we Straight
need a 45 when your mind is a weapon If you use it like you 'posed to than you could be Malcolm X Instead of counting body bags, my nigga should be counting checks Don't
Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos You got to earn this, you can't take it Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit Who is