Prices On My Head - Young Buck

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[Verse one-Young Buck]
Some Say I´m Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same Niggas Wouldn´t Offer To Give Me Shit
Niggas Hate You When You Rich, But Love When You Broke
I Never Knew I Had So Many Enemies Before
My Arm´s Is Open To Anyone Who Want Beef
I Promise Ya´ll I Won´t Sleep, Till Ya´ll Layin 6 Ft.
G-Unit That´s What It Is, That´s What It´s Gon´ Be
Benzino Or The Source Can´t Hold Me
I Been Heavensent To Put A End To This Nonsence
The Handle Of This 4-5´ll Make Him Unconscious
Most Of These Rappers, Throw Bricks, And Hide They Head
Come To Our Shows, Then Hide Behind They Man, They Homie
I Understand I´m A Target, I´m On Top
But Understand If You Start It, I´m Gon´ Pop
I´m Not And Artist, Buck Is A Street Pharmast
One Of The Smartest, That Gon´ Get Money Regardless

[Verse two-Lloyd Banks]
My Eyes Low, Hydro Leakin´ Out That Tahoe
I Know G-Unit´s Them Niggas Im´a Ride Fo´
Nah Hoe, I Ain´t Stuntin´, Nuthing That These Niggas Say
Fuck The Rap, I Can Get Ya´ Monkey Ass Good Today
Ain´t Nobody Picked Me Up, When I Was Pinned Down
I´m Double Checkin, ´For I Leave Outta My Crib Now
Holdin That 40 On Me, Sunk In The Seat
Cuz Niggas Feel Comfortable When They Get In Drunk With The Heat
I´m Ridin´ While Ya Dirty, Cuz They Gunnin For My Top
I Ain´t Duckin And Dodgin, I´m Only Runnin From The Cops
Spendin Grand By The Grand By Hundred On My Watch
Just Got Another Buddy, And It Holds A 100 Shots
I Never Had A Role Model, Cuz He Was In A Box
So I´m Up In The Club With Eather, A Heater Or A House
Everyday There´s Another Nigga Bleedin On The Block
But We Ridin´ With Them Burners On, Even When It´s Hot

[Chorus-Young Buck]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay]
Betta´ Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck]
Put Prices On My Head
[D-Tay]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck]
But I Ain´t Gonna Change
[D-Tay]
I Don´t Play That Shit
[Young Buck]
G-Unit Do Ya´ Thang
[Young Buck]
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay]
Betta´ Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck]
Put Prices On My Head
[D-Tay]
Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck]
But I Ain´t Gonna Change
[D-Tay]
I Don´t Play That Shit
[Young Buck]
G-Unit Do Ya´ Thang[Verse three-Young Buck]
You See These Niggas Get Out The Pen, And Think It´s Good
Go Get A Pack, And Come Right Back, To The Same Hood
They Think These Young Niggas Gon Let Em Post Up, And Let ´Em Get It
Ain´t Been Home But 6 Months, And Got His Wig Splitted
Comitted To The Block, Fuck These Niggas, Fuck The Cops
Fuck These Bitches, Fuck Ya´ Chain, Fuck Ya´ Car, Fuck Ya´ Watch
Ride And I Die For Mine, Pop´s, And I Hide The Nine
Swerving Over These White Lines, Wonderin From The One Time
Thug And I Know I Am, Bird From A Half A Gram
Broke, So I Sold Dope, And I´d Do It Again
Don´t Blame That Nigga For Runnin Up In My House, Fool
Ain´t No Food In My Daughter Mouth, I´m Goin Out Too
Just Think About What Your Doin, Cuz Buddy, Bullets Burn
May God Bless His Ass, That Was That Nigga´s Turn
I´m Not Concerned With Your Death Threats
You Come Down Here With That Shit, And Get Left Wet
Muthafucka

Young Buck - Prices On My Head