Texty:
Young Buck On The Corner

[Chorus: Young Buck] I'm by myself up on this (Corner) (I shall fear no man) I'm by myself up on this (Corner) (G Unit South) I'm by myself up on this (Corner

Chorus: Young Buck] I'm by myself up on this (Corner) (I shall fear no man) I'm by myself up on this (Corner) (G Unit South) I'm by myself up on this (Corner

Hit the corner they was there You're prepared Circled the block, screwed your silencer on Rock the esse they had Kickin back to get ya Crept on

the night that you never wanted These streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on

back little nigga Just wanna know where my thugs at Some at the track on the back, oh, yes Some niggas on corner 'round sellin' that crack Some of my

what I mean Making big money, living stoned to the bone Oakland, California is where we roam Hitting this corner, that corner, everywhere Bumping fly young tenders with the real big hair Sassy nasty, young

Remy and weed, I got em on Pluto I like Henny but the hoes prefer Nuvo. [Fashawn] Check, every time a n-gga roll, old school (?) and it?s sittin on (?) hoes on

trunk in that BMW steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in on this mic hes called

vision Of you chump Stomped on a different ground Sound second to none Synthesizers tweet To improvise your feet I calculated every lyric to arrive on a beat It's free Come get high on