ترانه:
Young Buck G Shit

them real, gangsta-ass bitches yaknowhamsayin'? My brothers gettin' money out here yaknowhamsayin'? Real underground lovin' muh'fuckers, get the club buck Yaknahmtalkin''bout? Yeah, yeah MJ, G up in yo shit

rollin' in a Gee, the Gee is on E He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded Don't roll that shit and hold that shit Now you know what fuckin

you know? D O double G Major pimpin' out in D.C. And I'm a young pimp, got a lotta growin' left And you'se a young hoe wit a lotta hoein' left Always

house nigga Young prod in the house nigga Westside in the house [young prod] A east side ridah Gots to put it down for the goods I'm slangin' G'd up,

shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never

fuck my girl, she gettin' paid today I live 'Thug Life' an' let the money come to me 'Cause they can never take the game from a young G I'm gettin money

I trust my dawgs In the name of the Lord T-H-U-G Were not raised in hell Just spray With the G-A-G-E Smack em with the buck shot Guard your face

nigga was too clever If there ever was a motherfuckin die for his crime it had to be me, the B-I-G Mike and he straight G Come sun down, come sun up

i can be urs and u can be mine [young buck] im in the porche no pants and stuff fealin like a filthy rich drug traffica see cant nobody get me shit