[Intro: Young Buck]
We gon judge shit
Ya naw mean?
Its my motherfucker
Its my motherfucker shit this
This is what the fuck the worlds been waitin on
Ya think I ain't finna get out here
Look at all these motherfuckin people out there man
Straight up and down
They got they hands up in the air baby
And they love me, Young Buck
Oh I'm on my grind now, yea!
I'm feelin myself with this shit, woohh!
Hey! (hey, hey)
Put your motherfuckin hands up
Aye! Put your motherfuckin hands up, yea!
Aye, look at them people out there man!
All them people up top!
All my people in the back!
Stand up, let's go!
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Dedicated street nigga, you can hear my voice echo
From the penitentiary walls to the ghetto, rider!
Man of the house I'm the provider, I'm Yayo
Only Banks I need is Tyra, (only Banks I need is Tyra)
Hood nigga fresh in this butterfly collar
Its why your baby mama wanna holla
0-60, 72 Chevelle now fuck with me
They miss me
If I die tonight, I made history
I quickly, pack my bags
Made my flight, went n got my cash
Came out right, like I just popped tags
So that’s the reason, why I'm not mad
Bottles in the air, I just dropped my glass
The fake gon' hate, but the real gon' last
(Its gonna take a while)
We gon judge shit
Ya naw mean?
Its my motherfucker
Its my motherfucker shit this
This is what the fuck the worlds been waitin on
Ya think I ain't finna get out here
Look at all these motherfuckin people out there man
Straight up and down
They got they hands up in the air baby
And they love me, Young Buck
Oh I'm on my grind now, yea!
I'm feelin myself with this shit, woohh!
Hey! (hey, hey)
Put your motherfuckin hands up
Aye! Put your motherfuckin hands up, yea!
Aye, look at them people out there man!
All them people up top!
All my people in the back!
Stand up, let's go!
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Dedicated street nigga, you can hear my voice echo
From the penitentiary walls to the ghetto, rider!
Man of the house I'm the provider, I'm Yayo
Only Banks I need is Tyra, (only Banks I need is Tyra)
Hood nigga fresh in this butterfly collar
Its why your baby mama wanna holla
0-60, 72 Chevelle now fuck with me
They miss me
If I die tonight, I made history
I quickly, pack my bags
Made my flight, went n got my cash
Came out right, like I just popped tags
So that’s the reason, why I'm not mad
Bottles in the air, I just dropped my glass
The fake gon' hate, but the real gon' last
(Its gonna take a while)
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