What’s Up Young Buck

[Intro]
When you sign a record deal they say: "Look
I like you, you finna making me some money
Record's singer, Imma give you this money"
Basically, what they doing is
Give me some clothes so I can get out on a track, right
It's the exact same game, they gon' work me till I'm
Burned out, busted and dead
As soon as I... can't sell a record
They send me back, to the curb
Ain't no love, the biggest mistake any hoes believe
The pimp really loves them
You know what I'm sayin'? Theirs fault
So, I'm tellin' these artists, I'm sayin':
"Yo, they don't love you. They just love the money
You're capable of [?]", and my objective was to
Get to the point where I can pimp myself

[Ad-Libs]
(You're crazy.)
Twerkin' in the fast lane
(I'm in your city.)
Yeah, yeah
(What's up?)
It's Buck
(Hop out the streets with me, yey)