Young Buck - f** Y'all lyrics

[LeBron James:] Yeah Buck man These motherf**ers out here talkin' wreckless man Ain't got records or sh** Real gangstas beat that fake a** up [Verse 1: Young Buck] f** you rap n***as back that a** up Your money slow motion get your cash up These n***as is starvin' They beggin' and borrowin' Want to hate on the Unit n***a we too busy ballin' We done did the callin' So f** all of ya'll and.. Every motherf**er 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' a** n***as better play ya'll part Better stay in your lane n***a 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 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 n***a 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 b**h 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 n***a quit sh** I ain't got no time for this Buy all the weed I can't figure out what kind to get Somebody throw that n***a 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 n***a 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 motherf**in' sh** Young Buck, Ca$hville n***a Hold your head up man Get your paperwork right man Where the street boys at baby? Where your back up at? You better watch what you say man Cause real Gs in the spot tonight man Get up out of the booth man, get some money If it ain't workin' for you change the game Stop talkin' all that weak and a** sh** My n***a ain't got to do sh** man the streets grab your a** And ain't 'gon let you go G Unit South Ca$hville Records Young Buck