Juicy J - Stomp (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck] Uh-ooooh Young Buck, T.I., Ludacris, DIRTY SOUTH, YEEEAH [Hook: Young Buck] I hear em talking but he bout to get that a** stomped Watch I get the club crunk I'mma make em stomp We ain't playin wanna front get that a** stomped Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp Now where you from who the boss I'mma break em off Where you from who the boss let me break em off Where you from who the boss I'mma break em off Where you from who the boss let me break em off [Verse 1: Young Buck] I'm Cadillac'n through the hood; sittin' on 24s TVs playin, rims spinnin - blowin plenty dro Don't have to mention when you pimpin you get plenty hoes It's all on you if you gon trick or you gon get ya 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 ya hood what you waitin on? Security better back up when they play this song And we bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong My clique is guerillas - they got they G-Unit's on All of that mean muggin really don't mean nuthin Come on and take it outside let me see somethin Wh-wh-wh-what now don't get b-b-b-bucked down Stop all that hatin or this club gon get ya shut down Now where you from who the boss I'mma break em off Where you from who the boss let me break em off [Hook: Young Buck] [Verse 2: T.I] Ay 100 carats on my chest I'm so true to this Task force got my vest I got a new one b**h Feds hate and talk sh** but I'm too legit A million dollars at a time - till I'm super rich Pimp squad, g-unit - f** who you get Ask ya nieces and ya nephews who tha sh** Real n***as see the difference 'tween you and this Me getting beat down that's ludicrous My name rang from the streets and span to Mechanicsville n***a, all you gettin' is Rodney Dangerfield I know respect; I'mma vet - you could bet that I caught some cases but that's just a minor setback And if I have to do some time I be right back Wit some bi's and some tri's and a six-pack We hit the do' watch all the p**y n***as get back They know we could do it like tha row but you ain't wit that You know who make the track bump like the king of crunk These choppers hit you b**hes, wish you got ya a** stomped [Hook: Young Buck] [Verse 3: Game] G-G-G-unit! Coming straight outta Compton Lace up my G-6's, and I'm A-Town stomping Got ten thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in Cause Luda and Young Buck always getting me into somethin' Low rider out front, I'm trying to get into somethin' Step on Banks shoe one more time and Im'a start busting Rolls gold in my grill, I gotta dirty mouth And a b**h with a fat a** from the dirty, dirty south I wasn't trying to get the cover of the Double XL Just trying to f** Mia, cause Dre said s** sells Don't be mad at the rocks in my f**ing chain Don't be mad cuz your b**h chose Buck And Game You see the logo tatted on my neck Same one I'm autographing 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! [Hook: Young Buck] [Verse 4: Ludacris] Yeah! Muthaf**er I'm a monster in this game, similar to the Loch Ness My rhymes are nappy rooted - some verses gotta 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 26's people dumb out If life's a crap game I'm Rollin 7's on the come out These rappers think I'm ig'nant, love saying my name Cause maintaining my fish tank and they house cost the same Ask me I say I made it and it sho wadn't luck But cause hustlers relate to me and some are younger than buck You see I'm married to my music but we got a pre-nup So if that b**h don't act right I'm still gettin my cut My deals never get screwed; my contracts practice abstinence A master in this program, hazing these undergraduates So pimpin', be easy; quit catchin' feelings Cause you worth a couple hundred grand, and I'm worth millions Nobody thinkin' bout you; plus your beef ain't legit So please stay off the T-I-P of my dick [Hook: Young Buck]