Young Buck - Eviction Notice lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck] We gon judge sh** Ya naw mean? Its my motherf**er Its my motherf**er sh** this This is what the f** the worlds been waitin on Ya think I ain't finna get out here Look at all these motherf**in people out there man Straight up and down They got they hands up in the air baby And they love me, Young Buck Oh I'm on my grind now, yea! I'm feelin myself with this sh**, woohh! Hey! (hey, hey) Put your motherf**in hands up Aye! Put your motherf**in hands up, yea! Aye, look at them people out there man! All them people up top! All my people in the back! Stand up, let's go! [Verse 1: Young Buck] Dedicated street n***a, you can hear my voice echo From the penitentiary walls to the ghetto, rider! Man of the house I'm the provider, I'm Yayo Only Banks I need is Tyra, (only Banks I need is Tyra) Hood n***a fresh in this bu*terfly collar Its why your baby mama wanna holla 0-60, 72 Chevelle now f** with me They miss me If I die tonight, I made history I quickly, pack my bags Made my flight, went n got my cash Came out right, like I just popped tags So that's the reason, why I'm not mad Bottles in the air, I just dropped my gla** The fake gon' hate, but the real gon' last (Its gonna take a while) [Bridge] It ain't me home boy, it's the South that wrote this They found out about my eviction notice My eviction notice, (what happened Buck?) (ha, ha) They found out about my eviction notice [Chorus] I'm gon' party till they put my a** out Get in my Ferrari, and I'mma mash out Ask anybody, you know what I'm about This what I do! (This is what I do!) This is what I do! (This is what I do!) [Verse 2: Young Buck] From the big excitement Servin y'all like a federal inditement I'm seein how I feel on top, and I like it Let em hate on, I get my Kanye on I'm a big boy, listen to my Andre song Never have tried get back I spent Or have to borrow every cent try to pay my rent My boo, tell em b**h what I do Even you can't count what Ive been through And I never will talk about what I knew Or no, its just some sh** you don't do Lets roll, I __?__ where the rappers don't show The heart of a humble hero, getting doe Too slow! I already got em on the floor With they __?__ in the air, and we blowin on the dro Yeaa we blowin on the dro [Bridge] (Hey take the choir) It ain't me, the West Coast wrote this They found out about my eviction notice, (aye you hear that?) My eviction notice, (damn they kicked you out Buck?) (Yea, f**ed up) They found out about my eviction notice [Chorus] I'm gon' smoke my weed till they put my a** out I got cheese, it's why I'm pullin cash out Its ten a key, you know what we about Its what I do (This is what I do) This what I do! (This is what I do!) Heeey! [Verse 3: Young Buck] The coupe devilish red, I'm getting my bread Takin flicks, with no signs I'm sending to the feds I ain't shy about the money Didn't lie about the money Cause I am the money I die for my money Real n***as ride for me like I ga**ed em up Right out the hoe, when my a** is stuck It's all over now n***a, I ain't stoppin, for what? Or who? Don't talk too much I'm not you f** these haters, I'm tryin to out live my paper Big block my Chevy with the inside gator The state seemed bigger, I was just one n***a Let's ball I'mma get at them later Pay attention to the city, I'm the motherf**in Mayor! Shawty f** with me I'm a motherf**in player! Hey! I'm a motherf**in player! [Bridge] Naw, It ain't me, the East Coast wrote this They found out about my eviction notice, (ayee, damn) My eviction notice, (aye you heard about that?) (f**ed up) They found out about my eviction notice [Chorus] Let's pop these bottles till they put our a** out Throw these dollars, when we pullin' cash out You don't want no problems, you know what we about This what we do (This is what we do) This what we do! (This is what we do!)