South Philly On a cement floor I had nothing at all Had to knuckle and brawl They swore I'd fall Be another brick in the wall Another life Full of love That lost That
a brick Well, I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich Super fly get money in the drop top six I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky Good
Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that's all
it"} But it don't matter though cause I'ma go get it Life's a bitch and then you get thrown in it That's why I get (Cash Money) like it's (No Limit)
man, I wish I had your game, look at young dog do your own thang Them bitch ass niggers ... buck em no, stay real, watch yourself and untouchable See that
get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns Murder onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns
business Niggas show love, hoes show interest My gun game got my pops to blame I used to hop over fences and buck in the rain And I'm not that nigga that
fat Go to sleep, 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
dope and homicide Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died Young and not givin' a fuck There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and left
South part ah town where the police we hate Ah lotta niggas die young ah lotta bitches get raped So if you violate fool, your ass we gon' chase Nail ya coffin' up, blow, shoot bricks
for boucoup bucks Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I love I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green
church Get some information for you informants I got the yay And I'm sellin' it cheaper than yesterday so what'chu say? Boss [Chorus] [Verse 5 - Young Buck
nigga talk bricks Talk with bananas and talk clips Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em All that talkin loud will get
' Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, they be killin' shit Masked up, kidnap shit, that's how my niggaz get Chi town, NYC, that's how my niggaz get Yes
like that Just know old niggas get killed like that U don't wanna fuck around wit Tip like that Look Flip when the body bag zip that's that Niggas wanna
ride And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black
JAIL DIONG ALL THIS SHIT I DID NOT NOW I CAN DO THAT WELL STILL IN THE CUT YOUNG BUCK STILL IN A RUSH 14 TEEN STILL GIONG THROUGH MUCH THAT HOW MY LIFE