[Intro: Jazze Pha]
Ladies and Gentlemen..
[Refrain: Young Buck]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
[Chorus: Pimp C]
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I'm in the Porsche no passenger
Feeling like a filthy rich drug trafficker
See didn't nobody give me shit I got my ass on that interstate
Made sure my mama had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss
Some birds never landed but at least I didn't get caught
We don't even use scales, niggas break off a brick
Whatever over is yours homie, just take it and git!
They gave Big Paul life, but I ain't thinking about stopping
Cuz soon as he tried to quit
That's when the feds came, got him
Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin' wit Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat
YEAHH
Ladies and Gentlemen..
[Refrain: Young Buck]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
[Chorus: Pimp C]
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I'm in the Porsche no passenger
Feeling like a filthy rich drug trafficker
See didn't nobody give me shit I got my ass on that interstate
Made sure my mama had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss
Some birds never landed but at least I didn't get caught
We don't even use scales, niggas break off a brick
Whatever over is yours homie, just take it and git!
They gave Big Paul life, but I ain't thinking about stopping
Cuz soon as he tried to quit
That's when the feds came, got him
Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin' wit Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat
YEAHH
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