Young Buck - Tim Westwood (Freestyle) lyrics

[Lloyd Banks: talking] Oh sh** this is sick right here [Young Buck: talking] Yeah you feelin that? Lloyd Banks alright then [Lloyd Banks: talking] Straight Outta Ca$hville [Young Buck: talking] Aiyo Banks [Lloyd Banks: talking] Yeah whats up? [Verse 1: Young Buck] Got me a bird and didn't look back I learned how to cook crack Its on Back then we had beepers with big a** cell phones Postin up with the fiends I used to dress like them (Why?) So when the police came I looked just like them I sell my dimes for five and my twentys for ten I never gave they a** credit but they came again Can't let 'em catch me so Buck used to run from 'em Man I said forget it cuz Buck got bar money Quarters went to ounces and ounces went to keys Girls used to drop me off now they drop to they knees (damn) Feel good to grip the wood and watch ya homie shine to Cause ballin by yourself'll make a hater come find you I know the streets feel me the projects in Scattersights People who done really copped the brick and hustled all night Ask me why I'm thuggin I tell you cause its in me Police ain't stoppin nothing if you want me come and get me [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I'm flyin out the country ain't no tellin when I'm gon be back To be honest half of these artists never gon see that (Nah man) I keep my bad habits away from where I'm gon eat at Before I sit up for a b**h I'll loose one knee cap (yeah) I paid a visit to father time but he flung me back Shocked that we reasonable know 'em by all the guns we pack Live for the dollar and gratefull for every one we stack Mind of a man with no sleep my thoughts brung feedback But don't scheme at the rocks on hand Before ya mama sees her seed in the bag like popcorn man The Rug's greased up its not gon jam If I squeeze off the block gon scram Bull eggs is all I had man A replica of my senior you'll remember me My grandfather still smokin weed and hes seventy My blood rushing off this Hennessey I'm walkin out the door with a felony Check, check out my melody [Young Buck: talking] yeah [Lloyd Banks: talking] G Unit [x6] [Young Buck: talking] Ya gotta love it, ya gotta love it We thuggin in public ya gotta love it, ya gotta love it Tim Westwood thuggin in public yeah [Lloyd Banks: talking] GGGGGG G Unit yeah! [Young Buck: talking] Ai man, It's real big man matter of fact, let some gun shots go! If you got some man [Lloyd Banks: talking] Let me get a AR or something [Young Buck: talking] Drop some more bombs