Young Buck - Stomp That Snitch lyrics

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Young Buck - Stomp That Snitch lyrics

(feat. Hi-C & Lil Murda) [Voice:] G Unit South n***as know whats up Its about to go down in this b**h Everybody in this motherf**er You know what I need you to do? Walk that b**h Walk that b**h Yeah hey yo f** that All my n***as Stomp that b**h Stomp that snitch Stomp that snitch G Unit South [Verse 1: Young Buck] I'm sittin' real tall in my '69 drop The Superman Chevy i'm too clean to stop Make 'em lean and rock with it I know i'm the sh** My police b**h take care of the tickets that I get I used to ride spinners but too many n***as got 'em This Phantom cost a quarter mill I could do without 'em I think i'm about to pop a pill get on that Patrone I made enough today I can leave the block alone These hos love a n***a so they playin' on my phone She said I didn't speak when I seen her I did her wrong I told her I was high the Kush had me in the zone But call me when you home And ain't got no clothes on Mink on the floor, and Chinchilla on the seats Theres wood on the door and theres room for a freak See my clique kind of small cause I never did forget That when a n***a was broke ya'll didn't give me sh** b**h [Chorus: Young Buck] I know i'm the sh** you ain't got to tell me So when i'm in the club ho, tell me what you see I'm a G Motherf**er i'm a G I'm a G I'm a G Motherf**er i'm a G I'm a G We don't even dance homie all we do is this Make them b**hes hate every chance that we get I'm a G Motherf**er i'm a G I'm a G I'm a G Motherf**er i'm a G I'm a G [Verse 2: Lil Murda] See I don't sweat a b**h and I don't love hos But I got to give mama my number before the club close I told her "i'm a thug" she said "I love those" A razor in her purse, and I got my snub nose Drink in my cup, heat tucked on my waistline I wish a motherf**er would try to take mine How you want to act? n***a we could make it crack We ridin' no seatbelts yeah but we strapped [Verse 3: Hi-C] b**h 94 Ruger is that motherf**er gray? Yeah, with the rubber grip look how I spray A wicked a** n***a from Ten-A-Key The rims say "Whats Up?", pants sayin' "Lick Me" I swing through the hood give my real n***as love Diamonds lookin' like Michael Jackson's glitter glove I'm hungry for this paper so I guess i'm fiendin' grub Deuce in my boot when I ball up in the club [Chorus: Young Buck] I know i'm the sh** you ain't got to tell me So when i'm in the club ho, tell me what you see I'm a G Motherf**er i'm a G I'm a G I'm a G Motherf**er i'm a G I'm a G We don't even dance homie all we do is this Make them b**hes hate every chance that we get I'm a G Motherf**er i'm a G I'm a G I'm a G Motherf**er i'm a G I'm a G [Young Buck:] Do it like a G n***a do it like me Do it like a G n***a do it like me Do it like a G n***a do it like me Do it like a G n***a do it like me Yeah G Unit South in this motherf**er Hey hold up n***as And N/A All you n***as thats still sittin' on them little bitty a** wheels Shorter than a midget on his knees You bullsh**tin' Step your game up And you know what? You n***as out there, You know n***as be clean, sittin' on twenty sixes Hey yo n***as put some money under your arms too What you workin' with? G Unit South Get money!

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