Young Buck] Don't make me hurt you I ain't 'gon tell you twice I will come and take your life Don't make me hurt you I ain't even playin' no games I come
do [Chorus: Young Buck] Don't make me hurt you I ain't 'gon tell you twice I will come and take your life Don't make me hurt you I ain't even playin
on my dick that say, "Bad bitches only" I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt Man I'm on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked Got
what you can label me Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna fuck with us You can't touch us, you ain't able Rest in peace flesh creep And sneak with
the mornin light Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight My momma and daddy was too young to raise me right. Maybe I been made a man from all
tonight Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain Make sure my niggas ride for me Or pulling up on the side of me, side of me [Verse 1 -
Do what you want me to, I will do anything Get on my knees for you, oh baby, what else is there to do I don't know, I don't know but I'll cry Pray at
few stay low Ten minutes later, you need some blow So you'll eventually croak, maybe by a stroke You don't want the good life , no you want coke Now
'9"] Slaughter gon' be runnin you over over a century You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife Nigga
like?... You know You turning an individual suffer with the jail ... inhale making you forget the money Money it seems young black things triple beans dreams make them .... Fucking make
, I wake you up What? What? What? What? In ya crib, tie you up What? What? What? What? Hot oil on ya gut Get bucked, get bucked Iraq element don't give
me Y'all motherfuckers still don't know me Let 'em learn slowly Who you be? I'm the one that stay high Center make of the party, rockin' bodies Make
't your hommies The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies So when you look behind your back That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you So you
you hear Young Chris and don't hear Neef Buck Young Gunna I got ya But you hatas gonna make me snap, cock back and red dot ya Face it, ya basic, you can't
Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier Cross the motherfuckin' board I don't give a fuck where you from It's how you come If you want the hook
