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[LeBron James:] Yeah Buck man These motherfuckers out here talkin' wreckless man Ain't got records or shit Real gangstas beat that fake ass up [Verse 1: Young Buck] Fuck you rap niggas back that ass up Your money slow motion get your cash up These niggas is starvin' They beggin' and borrowin' Want to hate on the Unit nigga we too busy ballin' We done did the callin' So fuck all of ya'll and.. Every motherfucker that is down with you Come to your studio session let off a round or two See I've been dyin' just to see what this four pound 'll do And them hatin' ass niggas better play ya'll part Better stay in your lane nigga don't come out the yard I got something to make it hotter than four hundred degrees So if you ain't hatin' on me Then come and get one of these keys [Chorus: Young Buck] I got my beat turned up I can't hear you haters I can't hear you haters SongtexteI can't hear you haters I got my stunner shades on I don't see you haters I don't see you haters I don't see you haters You know a nigga money long I don't know you haters I don't know you haters I don't know you haters I catch you cowards later on I'm a see you later I'm a see you later I'm a see you later [Verse 2: Young Buck] You know the difference from me and you is I don't wait on rap money Take me to jail but bitch you can't take the trap from me You push a six Big deal I push bricks Put a Benz in my baby mama's name she legit Nigga quit Shit I ain't got no time for this Buy all the weed I can't figure out what kind to get Somebody throw that nigga something get him back on his feet I never left so I don't got to go back to the streets I'm by myself like "Ok who want it with me?" Take a deep breath OK, now lets go and see Thats what I thought But I don't want to talk no more I got a Phantom, I'm a show you what I bought this for [Chorus: Young Buck] I got my beat turned up I can't hear you haters I can't hear you haters I can't hear you haters I got my stunner shades on I don't see you haters I don't see you haters I don't see you haters You know a nigga money long I don't know you haters I don't know you haters I don't know you haters I catch you cowards later on I'm a see you later I'm a see you later I'm a see you later [LeBron James:] Real Gs in this motherfuckin' shit Young Buck, Ca$hville nigga Hold your head up man Get your paperwork right man Where the street boys at baby? Where your back up at? You better watch what you say man Cause real Gs in the spot tonight man Get up out of the booth man, get some money If it ain't workin' for you change the game Stop talkin' all that weak and ass shit My nigga ain't got to do shit man the streets grab your ass And ain't 'gon let you go G Unit South Ca$hville Records Young Buck Aus Songtexte Mania