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There's A G in Young Buck, there's a G in The Game
Banks, Yayo n 50 ain't no g in there name
I'm a certified gangsta, f*** them w***stas
Can't carry no heat but you can still get shanked up
The beef ain't a chevy but it still get cranked up
You don't care about your son if u did he'd get yanked up
Tapin n***** phone calls what kinda s*** is that
I felt the itch I knew those g-unit white beeders was tapped
I spoke to m.o.p. chopped it with billy n fame, we good real n***** don't play those silly a** games
I told buck in '05 I can never stay loyal to a h*** snitch n**** that's weaker than tin foil
O y o y why this n**** wanna play games, with that cashville n**** n that cedar block game
Get the f*** outta Tyson' mansion n turn the drama up, this n**** a b**** tried to burn his own momma up
Let's go buck!
Punk a** boo boo still playin those low a** games, tapin n***** phone calls n s***, I feel u buck, shed a tear or two

I terroried your click cause I'm a m****f***in boss, keep playin u be M.I.A like rick ross
I been f***** with buck the whole time churp churp the whole 9, you made us millionaires b**** thanks for the co-sign
Took the pevil out your hand, threw it in the ocean, my style is quick sand now u movin in slow motion
You done made that n**** buck made, I told u boy, walkin around like a buff a** soldier boy
That n**** tony yayo, got a felony but ain't Jay-o suck a million d*** since as the n**** 50 say so
Banks, f*** u n****, u starvin, I give you a buck fifty let buck f*** fifty n carv em
You gonn die regardless when I spin this revolver, king of new york u wear the ghost of christopher wallace
Don't drink this n**** water, you dunno wats in that s***, I took one sip n got sick of that f***** s***, now it's on
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