Young Buck - Betta Ask Somebody lyrics

[50 Cent] I, know, you, know I'm, on, fire [Hook: 50 Cent] If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me Oh, you wanna be tough n***a, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust n***a If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin' with snub-noses to heat you up Out here n***as'll do anything to reach a buck Cause when you broke you can't afford to f** ya sneakers up I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds Learn how to separate the real from the fake ones And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on My n***a just lost his momma, and his daddy gone From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight Family losin' his legs, but I can take the weight Some n***as hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down Front n***as didn't know me then, bet they know me now Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown Cause every time I turn around a n***a locked down While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through Hopin' one day we can kick it like we used to, my n***a [Hook] [Verse Two: Young Buck] Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer My goal is to try to f** Trina by the summer Some n***as hate me, but they only made me Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy Next time, we only usin' Dr. Dre's beats f** you, pay me, take your magazine flicks This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell Always in trouble, you can blame my mother Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb Keep my hand on my Glock, and my ear to the streets I'm a country boy, you can hear it when I speak G-Unit! [Hook] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] Bentley Azure dreams, G-5 agenda The hood had made a n***a heart colder than December Don't take much to make my gun go off One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft If you don't know you better ask who I be Or end up in ICU gettin' fed through a IV Down in the Lou', they say they feelin' me dirty In New Orleans they say I'm that n***a, ya heard me? From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up Rollin that weed up n***a get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked Hit with a bat or beat up f** that, we're on that same bullsh** Same forty-cally Glock, same full clip p**y claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me [Hook]