I rose from the bottom And I'm here now Ain't no body harming young My screw's loose they say somethings wrong wit young Ya time's up I'm just warning young
nigga? Say my name now that's your fucking ass nigga Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass nigga Now I gotta lay you down like the last nigga Buck, buck, buck
? Say my name now that's your fucking ass nigga Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass nigga Now I gotta lay you down like the last nigga Buck, buck, buck
the street know my name its the M-A-S to tha R-P A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets would I die, would I roll, would i retire young, would
ya body goin' deep in tha ground [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Young Buck] What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold Tell tha world bout these
(I know) Future (I know they cant f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world) [Verse 2] Bitch im Mack Maine I got tha heart of a king, blood of a
from the bottom And I?m here now Ain?t no body harming young My screw?s loose they say somethings wrong wit young Ya time?s up I?m just warning young
then let your guns do tha talkin' the graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin (haha)they say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate they say we tha reason these young
is all ya meet Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat and the sack of weed straight out of control Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters and tha
Run up on me & tha gun go POP Ran through tha red light in my drop Big money so never runnin from tha cops Put niggaz on in tha hood so when I'm sleep
die. Nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck. You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked. Nobody cares, it's me against the world. Keepin' murder
age, five-years-old we were young bucks scrubbin' each others backs in the bathtub Babysitter would send you to bed but she would make me stay up so she could give the young
mind right, money been right I'm ready for war Young Hovah, holla yeah I got the fifth niggas You have to pick niggas off of the ground When I pick niggas off with tha
Mouse) [Talkin:] Bizzy body, what, webbie trill ent. young savage Paul Wall [Verse 1: Webbie] Man I got bizzy body's all over the motha fuckin world
straight to tha curb My nigga lil knife let tha tech start rippin' me from tha last hoes who still stood on they feet Now we gettin' tha fuck up out
in tha black Lamb' I chop down to my last gram, low for my task an' {Whooo! } Nigga check my raps, they incredible poets Got your bitch on tha plane when
comin back home She said you straight young nigga Take a look in tha mirror I was there when you was gone Now back to the streets Where young niggaz