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Young Buck Your Hood

(GUNFIRE) (young buck) young buck,cmon,gunit,(hey yo buck light that shit up my niggas) the south is

Convict Akon and Young Jeezy Tryin' to take it easy Only way to go and so If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my thang cocked possibly sittin

I was born in New Jersey, I said it before But I guess nobody heard me, my mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve

gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day

a head in a hat Call that a river rat, shit, fuck the chitter chat I?m the baker, I bake the bread, a barber, I cut your head The marksman, I spray the led, I blood clot, chop your

Shake) n-ggas thought that Earthquakes was the only thing that (Shake) you can get your ass popped over the way that dice (Shake) I bought Dre to the Hood

trying to fuck my thing up But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up Now, I'm 'Pulp Fiction', Colt four-fifth and Young niggaz that

in the crowd and Young and sexy with that freaky freaky style Walk through the party and get the club buck wild Walk through the party and get the club buck

So you say you a gangsta, right? Are you really a rider, yeah? You don't take shit from no one, no And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's