[Intro - Young Buck]
Uh-oh
Young Buck
Dirty south, yeah
[Chorus - Young Buck]
I hear him talkin` but he bout to get that ass stomp
Watch I get the club crunk, I`mma make him stomp
We ain`t playin`, wanna front? Get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now where you from? Who the boss? I`mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
Now where you from? Who the boss? I`mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
[Young Buck]
I`m Cadillac`in through the hood, sittin` on 24s
TVs playin`, rims spinnin`, blowin` plenty dro
Don`t have to mention, when you pimpin` you get plenty hos
It`s all on you if you gon` trick or you gon` get your dough
I know I got these haters mad, I can love that
When you got love for the streets they give you love back
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain`t never scared
Poppin` them thangs, I`m rockin` my chain anywhere
If you gon` represent your hood what you waitin` on?
Security better back up when they play this song
And we `bout fifty strong, please don`t make us do you wrong
My click of guerillas, they got they G-Units on
All of that mean muggin` really don`t mean nothin`
Come on take it outside, let me see somethin`
Wha-wha-wha-what now? Don`t get bu-bu-bucked down
Stop all this hatin` or this club gon` get shu-shut down
Now where you from? Who the boss? I`mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
[Chorus]
[The Game]
G-G-G-Unit, comin` straight outta Compton,
Lace up my G-6`s and I`m A-Town stompin`
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in
Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin` me into somethin`
Low rider out front, I`m trying to get into somethin`
Step on Banks, shoot one more time and I`mma start bustin`
Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty-dirty south
I wasn`t tryin` to get the cover of the Double XL
Just tryin` to fuck Mya, cause Dre said sex sells
Don`t be mad at the rocks in my fuckin` chain
Don`t be mad cause your bitch chose Buck and Game
You see the logo tatted on my neck
The same one I`m autographin` on the chest
Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on house arrest
And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West
Now, stomp, G-G-G-G-Unit
Now, stomp, G-G-G-G-Unit
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Motherfucker,
I`m a monster in this game, similar to the Loch Ness
My rhymes are nappy rooted, some verses got a process
The truth in this booth, ain`t no doubts when I`m rappin`
If I say it I`ve either done it, or it`s `bout to happen
When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26s people dumb out
If lifes a crack game I`m rolling sevens on the come out
These rappers think I`m ignorant, love saying my name
Cause maintainin` my fish tank and they house cost the same
Ask me, I`d say I made it and it sure wasn`t luck
Because hustlers relate to me and some are younger than Buck
You see I`m married to my music, but we got a prenup
So if that bitch don`t act right I`m still gettin` my cut
My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence
I`m masterin` this program, hazin` these undergraduates
So pimpin` Be Easy, quit catchin` feelings
Cause you worth a couple hundred-grand and I`m worth millions
Nobodys thinkin` bout you plus your beef ain`t legit
So please stay off the T.I.P. of my dick
[Chorus]
