I ain't runnin' out tonight Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? [Verse 1: Young Buck
ain't runnin' out tonight Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? [Verse 1: Young Buck]
ain't runnin' out tonight Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? [Verse 1: Young Buck
, nigga front i'll let ya have it, When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it, I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas, Front and i'll put ya
: (feat. Young Hot Rod, Freeway, Spider Loc, M.O.P., ...) [Loyd Banks:] Aiyo what up? Its ya boy Lloyd Banks Aka Blue Hefner Ya now tuned into Mic Pass
came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva
where I'm from where I'm from Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga Comin where I'm from where I'm from [Young Buck:] Cashville is
with us homie Ya'll ain't fuckin with us (nah) Ya'll ain't fuckin with us G Unit! [The Game: talking] Theres a price on ya head motherfucka [Young Buck
A fuckin mob figga West coast, who-ride When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls Bustin on my enemies, murder my foes At
today, ha hah ha I live Thug Life and let the money come to me Cause they can never take the game from a young G I'm gettin money (4X) Damned if I don
see If everythin' is alright Ya'll niggas can blow some trees Have coke and some Hennessey My niggas from U.T.P. Everythin' is alright [Young Buck]
you know about?.. [Verse 2: Young Buck] Keep my name out ya mouth Before them AK shells come straight in ya house Won't stop 'till ya whole block layin
gotta have Deez kids want money nigga fuk uh autograph How can you be mad wen dey jus follow n yo path Ya look n laugh at niggaz eattin out da trash
my money right chick, But why they let me in I'm a start shootin at a mosh pit, haha Fuck is you talkin bout, weezy in ya mouth now Weezy whatchu talkin
buck buck and buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck again
money, I push the seven-sixty Got green like Bill Bixby baby BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! No, you shouldna missed me Cause I'm gonna toss 'em back at ya
for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat Chop the throat like a blow
