Young Buck - Fuck Y'all lyrics

Yeah Buck man these motherfuckers out here
Talkin' wreckless man
Ain't got records or shit
Real gangstas beat that fake ass up

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

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

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

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

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