Young Buck

Young Buck - G-Shit lyrics

You know whudd it is.. G-Uniit, SAA-OUTH!!

Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Ha..

Yeah (G'yeah), I'm tha Prince of tha 'Ville..

Ha.. All Star..

Lyrics wise, I'm tha best man, y'all already know

So dis time around I'm gon' done down my flow, man

There very few rappas dat use to git it off snow

From my mouf to y'all ears, man these niggas is ho's

Runnin' around to tha bars, sayin' how fake I am

Then ya see me in tha streets and ya shakin' my hand (Whuddup Stunna?)

Then you pull off in ya ride and ya playin' my jam

Nigga make up ya mind, Is you a hata or fan? Damn!

Y'all niggas is actin' way to tough

Don't make me send my niggas through, make you shut df up (Shhh)

I ain't givin' in to all dat he sayd she sayd

My niggas (Taking Hits) like Buck & D-Tay

Tell me whatchu know about Star?

Pull out from tha club with ya bitch in the car!

Have they mind blown from tha shit in tha jar

And then pop anutha bottle, 'nutha twisted, nutha gone

Easy git anutha bitch, fuck it - we all rich (Fuck It!)

Shiit, if we ain't - chya babymama convinst (Ha ha)

Yeah, if he ain't, how he talk so slick

'Cause on tha low in 04, he really bought those bricks

Tha case is beat, we fuckin' wit' rap

(Pac-Man) runnin' wit' us, so they callin' him bad

He offically grind hard, so how gutta's dat

East-syde heavy hittas don't do nuthin' but Trap

Tha streets respect a nigga, 'cause I grind and ball

They say Star even gittin' love behind tha walls

Take dis mixtape money, go and buy me a coup'

See, I'm remindin' you, of what you trynnah do

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