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30, 1971. Producer G. H. Buck Jr. Jazz City Studios, New Orleans, LA. Album Roosevelt Sykes 'Dirty Mother For You'
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the boss? Lemme break him off G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton. Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin'. Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in. 'Cause Luda and Young Buck
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December 30, 1971. Producer G. H. Buck Jr. Jazz City Studios, New Orleans, la. Album Roosevelt Sykes 'Dirty Mother For You'
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). Roosevelt Sykes - piano & vocal. Recorded December 30, 1971. Producer G. H. Buck Jr. Jazz City Studios, New Orleans, la. Album Roosevelt Sykes 'Dirty Mother For You'
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50 cent. Yeah, it's 50 cent, Young Buck. G-g-g-g-g-G-Unit!. We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end. Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again. We party, harder than you can imagine
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Yeah, it's 50 cent, young buck. G-g-G-Unit We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end. Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again. We party, harder than you can imagine. You can run wit
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Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon. G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch The dirty, dirty show 'em how the South do. Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's. The dirty, dirty
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Young Buck. Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon. G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch. . The Dirty, Dirty. Show 'Em How The South Do. Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
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I'm two shots shy of a 40 ounce quart. A hand in the pocket and a hand in your shorts. Shoot me with two and don't be slow. You only got one good way to go And get naked, buck naked. Buck naked
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Buck, you're a whole lot a man. Just take a look at your great big hands. You know you can crush poor me in two. But gentle, oh, so gentle are the things you do I say I never have to worry 'bout
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Young Buck. Aiyyo you niggaz done ate long enough. G-Unit! Ohh!. . Chorus. Ayyy, I'm the clean up man!. It ain't too many niggaz that can do it like I can. When them records ain't sellin and
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Intro. G-Unit!!. Aiyyo if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket. Aiyyo make some noise in this bitch. Cause I'm gettin money like a muh'fucker y'all (Yeah!). . Young Buck. Work
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G-Unit. Yeah. You better kill me. 50, lemme get these niggaz. Get 'em Buck I brush my teeth, load my clip, and go bust my heat. I'm in too deep, I can't say * the streets. I need some sleep
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G-Unit, G-Unit nigga, Shady, Aftermath in this bitch. Oh, Young Buck, Stat Quo, ya understand me nigga?. Ay nigga, they say we're the new kings of the South. That's what they say ATL to Cashville
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Young Buck. G-Unit!!!. Stat Quo. Gmm nigga. Young Buck. Shady/Aftermath In This bitch. Ooh, Young Buck, Stat Quo. Stat Quo. Ya Understand Me nigga?. Young Buck. Aye nigga, They Say We The
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bitch, Shortayyy. What You Gon' Do?. Buck If You 'Bout That, I Can Make 'Em Bounce Back. G-Unit In This bitch, Shortayyy. Where The South At?. . Bounce If You Want To, Freak If You Want To. G-Unit
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Young Buck. Walk Through A nigga Block, 2 Glocks, 2 Tecks, 2 2-3's. Give A nigga What He Really Want, When bitch niggas Don't Want Beef. Bitch niggas Don't Know Me, Wait Till A nigga Get In Range
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Young Buck. G-Unit!!!. Yeah. You Better Kill Me. 50, Lemme Get These niggas. (Get 'Em Buck!!!). . I Brush My Teeth, Load My Clip, And Go Bust My Heat. I'm In Too Deep, I Can't Say * The
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Why? These niggas want me dead betta' watch your step. Put prices on my head 'cuz I cock my *, and I pop my *. But I ain't gonna change I don't play that *. G-Unit do ya' thang these
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Intro. Yeah!!! Get 'em Buck!!!. . Verse. Ok! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it. I got 'em like hey! Got 'em rollin. The kush on the way and the champagne frozen. Watch
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of the 40 cal. Ak's bananna clips hold a 100 rounds. Test me, rude boy don't want none. Got Jamaican's and Hesian's buck, buck, buckin' they gun. Where the hood at? Nigga, that's where I come from
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Change. D-Tay. I Don't Play That *. Young Buck. G-Unit Do Ya' Thang. Young Buck. These Niggas Want Me Dead. D-Tay. Betta' Watch Yo Step. Young Buck. Puttin' Prices On My Head. D-Tay. Cuz I
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hands out like I owe them some. I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on. It ain't too much in the hood I don't know. How many times do I have to say that I'm grown. That I'ma Young Buck and
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Young Buck. All My Thugs And Thugets. Walk Where I Walk, See What I See. Now I Welcome You All To Cashville, Tennekee. All My Life, I Hustle'd All Night. Now I'm Alright, My Wrist Is All Ice
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compare me to Lil Wayne. I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane. See Buck been shot, but not more than 50. I don't dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy?. I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit
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buck, hit 'em up, ambulance pick 'em up. Should've duck'd, got killed, nigga wasn't quick enough. * is real, I ain't here for no bullshit, I'm here with a full clip. Now lemme show you niggas what
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don't remember. That Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November". I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin'. Lamborghini Diablo, candy painted. Got that hydro burnin', got the
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What's up Warren G?. What's happenin'? I'm just chillin', you know. Checkin' my game you dig, you know. Trippin' off these fools around the situation, you know it's like that I went from hustlin
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Intro Young Buck. Aight rap niggaz (yeah!). You got 24 hours to live nigga (ha ha). Your time's up right motherfuckin now nigga. Dah dah dah dahhhh. . Chorus Young Buck. Y'all niggaz ain't no
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