Uh, oh, buck south, yo
I him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch how I get the crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp We ain't wanna front, get that ass stomp Do it like them south boys do and stomp
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I'm Cadillac n through the hood sittin' on T.V's rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro Don't have to mention you pimpin' you get plenty hoes It's all on you if you gon' or you gon' get yo' dough
I I got these haters, mad I can love that you got love for the streets, they give ya love back Look in my eyes, you can tell I never scared Poppin' them thangs, I'm my chain anywhere
If you represent your hood, what you waitin' on? Security better back up when they this song And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you My click of guerrilla's got they G-Unit's on
All of that mean muggin' don't mean nothin' n' take it outside, let me see somethin' W-w-what now? Don't get B-B-Buck'd all this hatin' or this club gon' get s-s-shut down
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I him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch how I get the crunk I'ma make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass Do it them dirty south boys, do and stomp
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G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Lace up my and I'm A-Town stompin' Got ten-thousand in my pocket, let the pump in 'Cause Luda and Buck always gettin' me into somethin'
Low rider out front, I'm to get into somethin' Step on banks, shoot one more time I'ma start bustin' Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty
I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the XL tryin' to fuck Mya 'cause Dre said, "Sex sells" Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' Don't be mad 'cause your bitch chose and Game
You see the logo on my neck The same one I'm on the chest Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on Arrest And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is West Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp,
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Mothafucka, I'm a monster in game similar to the Lochness My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses process The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm If I say it I've either done it or 'bout to happen
I pull up in the Louis truck on 26's people dumb out If life's a game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out These think I'm ignent, love sayin' my name 'Cause maintainin' my fish tank an' they cost the same
Ask me I'll say I made it an' it wasn't luck 'Cause hustler's relate to me and are younger than Buck You see I'm married to my but we got a prenupt So, if that bitch act right, I'm still gettin' my cut
My deals never get screwed my contracts practice I'm this program hazin' these undergraduates So, be easy, quit catchin' feelings 'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I'm millions Nobodys thinkin' you plus your beef ain't legit So, stay off the T I P of my dick
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, get ass stomp Do it like them south boys do and stomp
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