like it should, i got it, you ain't gotta worry bout me, i got it, the streets nigga this is where we be, i got it. Young Buck Verse 2: I'm strapped
Traduction: Young Buck. I Got It.
t love, Love cause if it is My definition of love must differ his I mean every friendship has it's differences But these 'Young Bucks' remind me of 'Fif
Where (Uh.Huh) Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook! [Fabolous:] I See You Brooklyn What It Look
they got a problem with me I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me I'm rich bitch, ballin just a hobby for me [Chorus-Young Jeezy] I got a
wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics You got some sticky weed? Pass it If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out Wit the dash, wooded
to Like me Anymore I've got money now I don't care What you say About me Anymore I've got money now When I got a little older I realized It
it up I like how you do it Just put it in reverse cowgirl Get it up get it up Pump it up girl Set it up set it up I like how you do it do it do it Just
V.I, P-P.I, gotta do it more like T.I. Whatever You Like, it's whatever tonight I might get a pipe unless you pedaling bikes I mean cycling I was liking
more nigga Aye I got my city on lock And it's like Christmas when I drop Erybody get a present Flow hotter than a desert I'm flyer than a phesant I'
I got two cars, a crib and everyday I dress clean But it ain't no love, they wanna put a nigga in the Penn I wanna do right, but all I see is sin [Hook
tripping, I'll put you in a murder scene But I try to stay humble, and hold what I got Never let a nigga know what I got, keep my bidness to my own So
now insane I be busting for nothing homie, I'm addicted to shots Blame my hood, cause that's just the way it is on my block I got a bad attitude, cause I
" [Verse One: 2Pac] I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison As I'm bailin down the block
If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money
, a life of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain So I spent your time in poor and working I see no reason So I stay ballin' season to season
my niggas that twisted it [Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}] I'ma solider 'till I die {I'ma die a thug} Keep standin' by my side I'll admit i'm gettin
