YOUNG BUCK - New York City  Lyrics
YOUNG BUCK - Push Em Back Lyrics
YOUNG BUCK - Say It To My Face Lyrics

(I'm so in love with new york city)

Never met Big L or Big Pun
We only got big dreams where a nigga come from
Even with the beef shit still look what I done

(I'm so in love with new york city)

Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)

I'm back still got my mac and my switchblade
No love to them niggas actin bitch made
It's 08 all I'm thinkin 'bout is gettin paid
Big yachts mansions buyin real estate
When young bucks got gun premieres
So I'm invitin niggas to try some dumb shit
Now all these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...

(I'm so in love with new york city)

The streets fuck with me I get in their blood
I give them reality rap an the shit for the club
You think Buck gon bankrupt kill yourself
The only thing we all have in common is death
The last one left like my nigga Bun-B
My son in the streets of the N.Y.C.
Even if I get caught and the fed's Come get me, yeeaah!

(I'm so in love with new york city)

Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)

Gotta take what's mine (mine) make up for lost time (time)
My kind is designed for the grime (grime)
We all wanna shine (shine) loyalty is hard to find
You got love for your dog nigga show him a sign
Can't hold him in the
Niggas build you up just to watch you fall
Now all of these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...

(I'm so in love with new york city)

King of my own castle I'm a master
Stop an I'll fly right past ya
You know what I'm after
Until I get captured
When I'm in the casket like Ol' Dirty Bastard
Use to be a dream
Now it's me on the big screen
But my homie never saw sixteen
So if I see Pac when the lord come get me I'mma tell him that...

(I'm so in love with new york city)

(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)

(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)

(I'm so in love with new york city)

[Verse 1]
Ain't no body goin' broke, err' body sellin' dope
Err' body gittin' money, it's some niggas tellin' no
We ain' talkin' on the phone, I don't know, I ain't certain ya
No body neva heard-a ya, you fuckin' wit' some murderas
Look at my wrist, look at my bitch
She hold a daddy down, help a nigga git rich (Yeah!)
This patron got me hot, the Phantom in the 'lot
See this pill kickin' in, and I'm standin' wit' my glock
In this bitch like Woo (Yuh!), I need some elbow room
Got me spillin' liquer at the club, go so soon
Burn this bitch up, we 'bout to +Git Buck+
Gimme the light, tell the DJ turn my shit up (It's on now) 

[Chorus]
You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru
If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!)
I push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! (Yeaahh!)
Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!)
I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway
Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!)
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! 

[Verse 2]
Cup fun of Hennesey, my niggas call it Gasoline
Pussy niggas fill up, and say shit they don't mean
Stuntin' wit'cha real money, dat'll git'chu killed
See probly wann' this paper, my baby needs some milk
Bitch we built this city, the dope boi commited
I still got the nerds to sell it up, and come and git it
A product of the projects, my momma's only son
Made my 1st million dollas, and a new drama would come
Didn't run from it (Yuh!), I ran to it (Yuh!)
I'm not playin' bout The Unit, and my fans knew it
Now make the lane for me, 'cause I deserved this
I wonder what my enemies git when they hurr this (Let's Goo!)
Ha-ha 

[Chorus]
You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru
If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!)
I push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! (Yeaahh!)
Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!)
I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway
Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!)
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! 

[Hook]
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me (Aye, Aye!) 

[Verse 3]
Gotta runna gramms 50, and my A.K. wit' me
If a mothafucka hit me, I'ma knock his head off!
I ain't scared non of y'all bitch, I'm runnin' from the law (Whudd!)
Put'cha trigga fingas up, if ya wann' knock they head off!
Push-a-weight, all thru the state
It's like I speed up, when they tell me "But my brakes!" (Aye!)
If I told chu what I make err' time I flip a kii
You would prolly try to take the same trip dat I did, but'chu can't (Ayye) 

[Chorus]
You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru
If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!)
I push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! (Yeaahh!)
Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!)
I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway
Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!)
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Aye, Let's Goo..

[Young Buck]
I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches
No job all they wanna do is smoke swishas
Get some money hoe why you wanna watch mine
Ain't no tellin' what i'm gon' be drivin next time
Seven figga nigga we don't buy the bar no mo
Pull up the paper work tell the owner he can go
Walk like a pimp bitch
Talk like a soldier
I got new york niggas candy paintin up they rovers
It say 200 but it go a little over
Not the corvette the ferarri testarossa
We can bet on any point on the dice
Pick em up
Shake em twice
Get em girl
Look i'm nice
I'm so clean with my g-unit kicks on
I might be goin' in when pimp c get home
If you don't like me say it to my face
Just because i caught a case don't mean you can't be erased

It must be the ice or the money that i make
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
It gotta be the cars or the trips that i take
That make em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face bitch
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face

[Bun B]
You can go anywhere cross the us
From north to the south east mid to the west
Walk up in the hardest hood ask a nigga bout me
Bet they tell ya bun b is straight mothafuckin' g'
A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
Trillest nigga in the flesh you can't fuck wit' it
Got the german hand guns they shoot 2 2 3
Bust through ya condo n rip open ya knees (rip open ya knees)
My nigga please you don't want it save your breath
By myself imma ride till no enemy is left
When the middle finger niggas hit your block like insurgents
Theres no deterants from us cleanin' your clock like detergents
Buck they don't think i am nigga please
Why this pimp i bet they die before they reach their first
Mothafuckin' sale
I rep them underground kings fuck boy pimp and bun
If it's action that you wan't mah nigga come get you some

It must be the ice or the money that i make
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
It gotta be the cars or the trips that i take
That make em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face bitch
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face

[MJG]
They call me m dot mjg i mean 
I'm packin' some weight
They ain't talkin bout trill jeans
Cuz they like to talk shit in they uniform
Guess what them niggas still phoney as the unicorn
And i'll be damned if i run you bust tho
They run outta guns man u so dumb
You faker than a bitch snitchen on the track
I'm about to pull a bun
And bust a fuckin' cap

[8 Ball]
All ball do is smoke weed and get bad bitches
And if ya'll mad at me for that then ya'll niggas some bitches
Undercover groupie niggas want them stop and plead
For the last time i don't smoke regular weed
It don't matter where we at man
We fire in it up
Security don't stop the weed from findin' us
Industry dick suckas keep runnin ya mouth
And imma give ya motherfuckas something to talk about

It must be the ice or the money that i make
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
It gotta be the cars or the trips that i take
That make em wanna hate, won't you say it to my face bitch
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face