all my fans who?s weed is mothafuckin good I represent Louisiana, Mississippi, Detroit and Alabama, Georgia, and Florida in the Cali, and new York City
put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made
of pick up trucks, get banks on the phone, nigga hit young buck, tell em' we got a problem with this dumb fuck, you was just in the city of angels in
my nuts Melachi the nutcracker, I'm always gettin blacker Fatter, I bust a fat rhyme to make your head shatter I'm from the bronx, new york city The
Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!! I can feel it, comin in the air tonight Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!! [Verse 1: Young Buck] (?) (*Young Buck
got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that? Three rings and a hair cut or some shit? Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby. Heavy hitters, New York City
a record? Hey, hey {If you need help Try, try again, try again} Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes New York City
gets low in the street yo Tough times nickels thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor Ruff neck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty New York
blood out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between
blood out (me and homie) back to back (Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything
in, blood out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything
there "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] I get down on my knees every night and say "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] Hahahaha, yeah "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck
bootlegs Shine like its a Sunday back in eighty six Uptown takin' flicks [Tony Yayo:] GGGG G Unit yeah [Verse 7: Tony Yayo] Its the Talk Of New York
live it nigga, Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga, Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel, they said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells, New york city
(feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Game & Young Buck) [50 Cent:] In my hood when you young You tuck and handle your biz nigga Coming from where I'm from