you couldn't take the pressure I'ma make you sorry Trust me, didn't cry when they dropped me Can they stop me? Tryna sell 4 million copies If I wasn
loud, it's too rowdy, it's too violent Let's ban all rap music (Outlawz) Ban Tupac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz ban 'em [Verse One: Young Noble] Listen
start shit first one to finish im comin up outta the cut and ready to buck a nigga that's slippin Devon the Don King gangsta pimpin pound for pound im
When the scene unfolds Young girls thirteen years old Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes Hollin' they
) I use to be the nigga wit the dimes Now I'm on the grind wit the 4's and the 9's (Ugh) They say it's Gucci time to shine A young black entrepreneur
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
with California, come fuck with that Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that Take it down in Cashville and hit Young Buck with that Dont
flicks, With no porno chicks, only porno dicks, You Taladamore whore with them g-string drawers, And so therefore, I declare war, Outside violator, meet me at four , Young Buck
, and hit play I'm backed by a beautiful strong wiz Bless all to the Earths and all the kids Long live the god Divine and Big Free Young seeds and great kings [Chorus x4
Cream Team] I lace my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I mean Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant chemist American Cream Team, billion buck
chest like a muthafuckin sparrow Cause we get like steven king bodies swing from my ceiling Open up the chest when it's time for the cap peeling 9-4
-Young Buck x2] I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my draws Holla woot woot homie if ya see them laws [Chorus x2- Pimp C/ (Young Buck)] I was standin
Niggas Is Brittney Pull Ya Panties Up Whole Borough Is Wit Me Hol Ya Cannons Up Buck 1 4 Buck Town Brooklyn What The Fuuuuuck [Chorus:] Brooklyn! Brooklyn
My Daddy Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy [Verse 4: Young Dro] Yawl Niggas Salty Hessian
legend I'm not to be questioned Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression [Verse 4: T.I.] You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
living, legend I'm not to be questioned Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression [Verse 4: T.I.] You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck