Letras:
Young Buck Married To My Gun

I picked ya up (K'Yeah!) Ya told me, you'd neva let 'em hit me up (Aiight!) I believed ja, knowin' in my heart I'd need ja Put'cha on my waist so no one

smokin' [Young Buck:] So what it do shorty? It's me and you... Ya' know... I mean, I'm ready... You (You)... You been actin' like you ready Fuck it... Marry

' [Young Buck:] So what it do shorty? It's me and you... Ya' know... I mean, I'm ready... You (You)... You been actin' like you ready Fuck it... Marry

I picked ya up (K'Yeah!) Ya told me, you'd neva let 'em hit me up (Aiight!) I believed ja, knowin' in my heart I'd need ja Put'cha on my waist so no one

, my nigga Stand up for what you said, my nigga Tell them niggas bring it to the square, nigga Stand up, if you don't like what I'm sayin' then buck

no friends neither It's just me by my lonely so I married my Nina I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho Never leave home with out my sugar I'm hafta

You gone have to show me, I'm a O.G. You want to overthrow me [Chorus] [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today To marry this young

my four four I mean Cracks that niggaz I'll smack that Nigga I'll yap that Nigga Gun clap that Nigga Oh yeah I spit that shit Motivate young bucks how

married to the game, for the worse or the bettaaaa make sure my o.j. gloves and mask fit, mask fit [Maino] id rather die young then live long bein broke