50 Cent, Young Buck - Right Thurr lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
Young Buck [David Darnell Brown] ashville, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[50 Cent, Young Buck - Right Thurr lyrics]
G-G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
You like it when she do that right thurr
Right thurr man, he a trick, he
Gon' muthafuckin’ pay her, pay her
And I got my trey pound seven right herr
Right herr you can call the cops if
You want I don't care, don't care
It’s G-Unit we don't fuckin' play fair
Play fair
My shit is mine, yo' shit we gotta share
Gotta share
Dogs off the chain my nigga, be aware
Be aware
In New York City I'm the muthafuckin' mayor
I'm the mayor i put a hunnid G's on
My neck, like don’t stare, don’t stare
The lights hit the ice, boy
Your vision might blur, might blur
Bitch get outta line I smack
Ya ass right herr, right herr
Run and tell who ya want
I don't muthafuckin’ care, don't care
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
Young Buck in this bitch
Right, right, right, right, right herr
I snuck in the club wit' a Glock
I got some bud in my sock
Holla fuck the cops
They just mad cause I'm hot thugged out
Either get up or get the fuck out
Come South
Let me show you niggas what Buck ’bout
I ain't scared
You coward bitches better beware
The Source Awards to the billboards
G-Unit there
Here I go, whoever want beef let me know
I ain't one of them artists that's
On that P diddy show
I can hit you wit' the scope
Or hit you wit' some coke boy
Make sure you hit me back
Soon as you want war
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
Ayo, listen up New York City
This the kid 50 Cent
You're now tuned into G-Unit Radio
It's goin' down ya heard me, G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Ayo for all you haters out there
Won't y'all check out this new Young Buck
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
You like it when she do that right thurr
Right thurr man, he a trick, he
Gon' muthafuckin’ pay her, pay her
And I got my trey pound seven right herr
Right herr you can call the cops if
You want I don't care, don't care
It’s G-Unit we don't fuckin' play fair
Play fair
My shit is mine, yo' shit we gotta share
Gotta share
Dogs off the chain my nigga, be aware
Be aware
In New York City I'm the muthafuckin' mayor
I'm the mayor i put a hunnid G's on
My neck, like don’t stare, don’t stare
The lights hit the ice, boy
Your vision might blur, might blur
Bitch get outta line I smack
Ya ass right herr, right herr
Run and tell who ya want
I don't muthafuckin’ care, don't care
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
Young Buck in this bitch
Right, right, right, right, right herr
I snuck in the club wit' a Glock
I got some bud in my sock
Holla fuck the cops
They just mad cause I'm hot thugged out
Either get up or get the fuck out
Come South
Let me show you niggas what Buck ’bout
I ain't scared
You coward bitches better beware
The Source Awards to the billboards
G-Unit there
Here I go, whoever want beef let me know
I ain't one of them artists that's
On that P diddy show
I can hit you wit' the scope
Or hit you wit' some coke boy
Make sure you hit me back
Soon as you want war
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
Ayo, listen up New York City
This the kid 50 Cent
You're now tuned into G-Unit Radio
It's goin' down ya heard me, G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Ayo for all you haters out there
Won't y'all check out this new Young Buck