Young Buck Bye Bye (Ft. Rukus 100)
Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye
Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye
Bitch, she crazy, but no, I can't complain about it
Can't let 'em break me, oh no, can't get no angel body
Ok, then take me, three years, it ain't nothing about it
Prison just f..cked up for niggas who ain't about it
I know why I am in this line up, though
'Cause some street niggas forget 'bout what they signed up for
You put a pussy in position, it's gonna f..ck you
And now you're dead broke but you should've wore a rubber
My chopper on the couch, I'm bagging kush up with my mother
And she tell me and my brothers just look out for each other
That shit they sticking in their veins back then I didn't understand
You can transport a million, breach the pen, know how you plan
Nigga on the mile pitching but I don't under hand
I'm throwing eight balls down the middle doing damage
Niggas cannot hit me, I call it their foul ball
Head to tails from players, I can win this game without y'all
Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye
Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye
Just smoking on me, I told you
Running laps around these phonies
400 meters relays, the whole block full of herbals
I'm jacking, join the curse with the word, Lord have mercy
The streets got me on three-way with each and every corner
The hood got me on replay and them bad bitches be on me
I'm spinning like a DJ and the DA wanna cuff me
My bond high as EBay and my PO acting funny
But if I don't get no leeway I'm 100 miles and running
Momma just got out prison and I just got out the county, too
99% or half of the shit they spit ain't of the truth
All these rappers rapping 'bout it but they never been through
All these niggas chopping now but I ain't seem 'em coming through
Different from what you used to, me and Buck like the juice crew
He in the pen, I'm on probation and it's the test, too
Bet every dime, I'mma gonna handle mine when the rent due
Random test my urine, all my results say I'm getting to
Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye
Bye bye
I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
Bye bye
I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
Bye bye
Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
Bye bye
Nigga, I see you
Bye bye