Young Buck - Do It My Self lyrics

[whispered] South Circle [x8]

Swervin at miznight I'm deadly

Holdin machetes for murder weapons don't look back nigga keep on steppin

Seventeen seconds from the slammer

But I'm badder than Montana droppin grammar like a sledgehammer

Deeper than submarines nigga take your last breath

Then catch hell like Lucifer when I be blastin Tecs

This ain't no freestyle it's real now

Stackin Penny's like Hardaway it's hard to play with the ill child

No smiles, strictly business as we hit the ave

Do a neighbor and No Limit did the aftermath

I mash, your field into half

Two crooks on the dash *it's all about the cash*

Crash courses with the sources of sin

No love for any woman, no love for any men

Adrenalin stimulates my suspicion

of good intention, cause these fools got ambition

Facin the fatal word, be on the lookout

You'll get took out, when me and Mike put out

dope, can't cope, we killin em

Now witness, the murderizm

[whispered] South Circle [x2]