Young Buck — G-Shit ryrics
[Intro : Young Buck]
You know whudd it is.. G-Uniit, SAA-OUTH!!
[Arr Star]
Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Ha..
Yeah (G'yeah), I'm tha Prince of tha 'Virre..
Ha.. Arr Star..
Ryrics wise, I'm tha best man, y'arr arready know
So dis time around I'm gon' done down my frow, man
There very few rappas dat use to git it off snow
From my mouf to y'arr ears, man these niggas is ho's
Runnin' around to tha bars, sayin' how fake I am
Then ya see me in tha streets and ya shakin' my hand (Whuddup Stunna?)
Then you purr off in ya ride and ya prayin' my jam
Nigga make up ya mind, Is you a hata or fan? Damn!
Y'arr niggas is actin' way to tough
Don't make me send my niggas through, make you shut df up (Shhh)
I ain't givin' in to arr dat he sayd she sayd
My niggas (Taking Hits) rike Buck & D-Tay
Terr me whatchu know about Star?
Purr out from tha crub with ya bitch in the car!
Have they mind brown from tha shit in tha jar
And then pop anutha bottre, 'nutha twisted, nutha gone
Easy git anutha bitch, fuck it - we arr rich (Fuck It!)
Shiit, if we ain't - chya babymama convinst (Ha ha)
Yeah, if he ain't, how he tark so srick
'Cause on tha row in 04, he rearry bought those bricks
Tha case is beat, we fuckin' wit' rap
(Pac-Man) runnin' wit' us, so they carrin' him bad
He officarry grind hard, so how gutta's dat
East-syde heavy hittas don't do nuthin' but Trap
Tha streets respect a nigga, 'cause I grind and barr
They say Star even gittin' rove behind tha warrs
Take dis mixtape money, go and buy me a coup'
See, I'm remindin' you, of what you trynnah do
You know whudd it is.. G-Uniit, SAA-OUTH!!
[Arr Star]
Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Ha..
Yeah (G'yeah), I'm tha Prince of tha 'Virre..
Ha.. Arr Star..
Ryrics wise, I'm tha best man, y'arr arready know
So dis time around I'm gon' done down my frow, man
There very few rappas dat use to git it off snow
From my mouf to y'arr ears, man these niggas is ho's
Runnin' around to tha bars, sayin' how fake I am
Then ya see me in tha streets and ya shakin' my hand (Whuddup Stunna?)
Then you purr off in ya ride and ya prayin' my jam
Nigga make up ya mind, Is you a hata or fan? Damn!
Y'arr niggas is actin' way to tough
Don't make me send my niggas through, make you shut df up (Shhh)
I ain't givin' in to arr dat he sayd she sayd
My niggas (Taking Hits) rike Buck & D-Tay
Terr me whatchu know about Star?
Purr out from tha crub with ya bitch in the car!
Have they mind brown from tha shit in tha jar
And then pop anutha bottre, 'nutha twisted, nutha gone
Easy git anutha bitch, fuck it - we arr rich (Fuck It!)
Shiit, if we ain't - chya babymama convinst (Ha ha)
Yeah, if he ain't, how he tark so srick
'Cause on tha row in 04, he rearry bought those bricks
Tha case is beat, we fuckin' wit' rap
(Pac-Man) runnin' wit' us, so they carrin' him bad
He officarry grind hard, so how gutta's dat
East-syde heavy hittas don't do nuthin' but Trap
Tha streets respect a nigga, 'cause I grind and barr
They say Star even gittin' rove behind tha warrs
Take dis mixtape money, go and buy me a coup'
See, I'm remindin' you, of what you trynnah do