Young Buck

Young Buck - Fuck Y'all lyrics

Yeah Buck man

These motherfuckers out here talkin' wreckless man

Ain't got records or shit

Real gangstas beat that fake ass up

Fuck you rap niggas back that ass up

Your money slow motion get your cash up

These niggas is starvin'

They beggin' and borrowin'

Want to hate on the Unit nigga we too busy ballin'

We done did the callin'

So fuck all of ya'll and..

Every motherfucker that is down with you

Come to your studio session let off a round or two

See I've been dyin' just to see what this four pound 'll do

And them hatin' ass niggas better play ya'll part

Better stay in your lane nigga don't come out the yard

I got something to make it hotter than four hundred degrees

So if you ain't hatin' on me

Then come and get one of these keys

I got my beat turned up I can't hear you haters

I can't hear you haters

I can't hear you haters

I got my stunner shades on I don't see you haters

I don't see you haters

I don't see you haters

You know a nigga money long I don't know you haters

I don't know you haters

I don't know you haters

I catch you cowards later on I'm a see you later

I'm a see you later

I'm a see you later

You know the difference from me and you is I don't wait on rap money

Take me to jail but bitch you can't take the trap from me

You push a six

Big deal I push bricks

Put a Benz in my baby mama's name she legit

Nigga quit

Shit I ain't got no time for this

Buy all the weed I can't figure out what kind to get

Somebody throw that nigga something get him back on his feet

I never left so I don't got to go back to the streets

I'm by myself like "Ok who want it with me?"

Take a deep breath OK, now lets go and see

Thats what I thought

But I don't want to talk no more

I got a Phantom, I'm a show you what I bought this for

I got my beat turned up I can't hear you haters

I can't hear you haters

I can't hear you haters

I got my stunner shades on I don't see you haters

I don't see you haters

I don't see you haters

You know a nigga money long I don't know you haters

I don't know you haters

I don't know you haters

I catch you cowards later on I'm a see you later

I'm a see you later

I'm a see you later

Real Gs in this motherfuckin' shit

Young Buck, Ca$hville nigga

Hold your head up man

Get your paperwork right man

Where the street boys at baby?

Where your back up at?

You better watch what you say man

Cause real Gs in the spot tonight man

Get up out of the booth man, get some money

If it ain't workin' for you change the game

Stop talkin' all that weak and ass shit

My nigga ain't got to do shit man the streets grab your ass

And ain't 'gon let you go

G Unit South

Ca$hville Records

Young Buck

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