Текст песни Young Buck ft. The Game - You don't know me

Buck & Game] Tape conversation Streets wanna know What young buck gon' do? How, how young buck gon' respond? (YEAH!) (What nigga) (Its a new day)(Game)) (Young buck, Game)Game)) (What!!) If you see me in the streets rollin (I'm on it) If you see me on the block holdin' (What nigga) If you see me rollin' by (yeah), remember that you don't know me (You don't know me) [Young Buck] Bitch niggas do bitch thangs Look at 50 what he does just to get fame Record my phone call when I spoke from the heart That was a year ago, this was a joke from the start You a hoe, and I know, the only people record conversation is 5-0 They die slow. Ciara go while you got a chance Let a real nigga put a band on your hand Understand I dont bite the hand that feeds me But I will if the hand says you dont need me Look at y'all on T.V. Banks look uneasy If he told you how he feel This is where he'd be And they know, Yayo is stuck in your a-hole Half of your staff only there for your payroll Hey, T.I.P. lay-low, you ain't got to respond He had the magic stick, I got the magic wand Im the don (here I come) If you see me in the streets rollin (I'm on it) If you see me on the block holdin' (What nigga) If you see me rollin' by (yeah), remember that you don't know me (You don't know me) (That shit is over nigga, it's my turn!) [Game] It's a G and Young buck, It's a G and The Game Banks yayo and 50 ain't no G in they'r name I'm a certified gangsta, fuck them wanksters Cant carry no heat but you can still get shanked up The beef aint a chevy but it still get cranked up You dont care about your son if you did he would be yanked up Tapin' niggas phone call, what kind of shit is that I felt the itch I knew the G-Unit white beez was tap'ed I spoke to M.O.P. chop it with Billy and Fame we good Real niggas dont play the silly ass games. I told buck in 05' I can never stay loyal To a homo snitch nigga thats weaker then tin foil This nigga wanna play games with that Cashville nigga And that Cedar block gang Get the fuck out of Tyson mansion and turn the drama up This nigga bitch try to burn his own baby mama up Let's go Buck! Real niggas do real thangs Real niggas never die, never give names But for real nigga cry, then its real pain So on the real my nigga I don't feel ashamed Ain't no pussy in my veins I'm a G Whitout me ya'll just a U-N-I-T Whitout me ya'll shall just give it out free Cuz in the South, we, consider you weak Nigga when I speak, the streets get relief Then really find the truth all about this beef A victim of defeat when your album was released What Jay-z made Kanye look like a beast The BET told Jim Jones they'r was peace Just tryin to get some New York love at least, But they lovin' me Im laughin' at you why you worried about me When your punk ass respond im'ma give you verse 3 Haha, you'll see! If you see me in the streets rollin (I'm on it) If you see me on the block holdin' (What nigga) If you see me rollin' by (yeah), remember that you don't know me (You don't know me) (Tapin' the phone calls you whole ass nigga, Shit man, I feel you buck nigga get that shit off your chest nigga Share the tears too man Whole ass nigga don't respect nothin but a dick) I terrorize your click cuz im a motherfuckin' boss Keep playin you be M.I.A., like Rick ross I'v been fuckin' with Buck the whole time The whole nine You made us millionaires bitch, thanks for the co-sign Took the pen to wash your hands, threw it in the ocean My style is quicksand now you'r movin in slow motion You done made that nigga Buck mad, I told you boy Walk around like a buff-ass Soulja Boy That nigga Tony Yayo got a felony but ain't J-Yo Suck a million dicks soon as the nigga fifty say so Banks, fuck you nigga, you starvin' I give a buck 50 let Buck fuck fifty and carve him You gon' die regardless when I spin this revolver King of New York beware of the ghost of Christopher Wallace Dont drink this nigga water you don't know whats in that shit I took one sip and got sick of that fuckin' snitch Now it's on! [Thanks to **2Pacdadon** for the following] [Game] *Whistles* Come here boy, sit boo-boo, SIT. Good dog [Buck] Ah man I guess you must have forgot, every man got an emotional side to him. Yeah. Whether they choose to show it or whether they choose to hide it. Ha Ha, dont make you less then no mothafuckin' man 50, I'm a G 50. So let me talk to you punk ass. Hey what you wanna hear? When you put that shit out, you should have told them it was a conversation we had something like an year ago.
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