in my heat Ya niggas better lay down, young in stay down Get hit wit AK rounds, ya ass ain't gonna make it You niggas'll get laid out, wit blood and ya
her break it down like she Patra when I catch ya Broadway is on the tables while I throw these lyric atcha So slow down before ya fuck wit' my sound
to cut ya, pull out my 44 and bust ya Yo babe, no time for fakin' jacks 'Cause niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs The streets is real can't roll
Yeah, for the first time it's goin' down, history baby New Three 6 Mafia, featuring Eightball and MJG, Young Buck It's a Tennessee thing babe I gotta
Where ya been? All of my life I need ya bad I've been searchin' for ya, that good ol' stuff I can't get enough You know I've been yoanin' for ya (Yearnin
.G. and our girlfriends Park 'round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow Look bitch this ain't the night show, lay it down hoe Ya think I'm playin,
get rowdy and ya dont want that shit cause its gone be naughty, by nature fuck a playa hater Ima come through and ya know Im down to spray ya let them
Taped Conversation The streets want to know Where Young buck gone to.. How.. How Young Buck gonna respond If you see me in the streets rolling If you
shorty Yeah I'm young but I spit it through my soul like I'm old One of the reason my pockets stay swoll when I roll Los hold the fo'fo, headin low, slow
last of the best One word to describe me, spectacular yes So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll,
is thick, you can not fool with this I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it [Chorus - 2x] [Young Blaze] Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze,
) You better slow your roll (rolll) What mama used to say, (slow your rolll) Keep it up young man (roll) A nigga shoots the same (slow your rolll) You better slow your roll
most the type of niggas that el spook ya them kritikal individuals that will do ya don't let that cool guy image fool ya I came from the gutter just ask
O trizzy 1, triple O, whoa, whoa If you scared get ya gun (Get ya gun, get ya gun) This that up top crunk When the truck stop, dump This where the bucks
'. Grab my pesos, compadre. Slow down, (aww shit). Don't take my photo, in a mo-mo, lookin' out the window with a four-four. Why you roll solo? 'cause