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Stomp (Remix)

[Intro: Young Buck]
Young Buck, T.I., Ludacris, DIRTY SOUTH, YEEEAH

[Hook: Young Buck]
I hear em talking but he bout to get that ass stomped
Watch I get the club crunk I'mma make em stomp
We ain't playin wanna front get that ass 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 bitch
Feds hate and talk shit but I'm too legit
A million dollars at a time - till I'm super rich
Pimp squad, g-unit - fuck who you get
Ask ya nieces and ya nephews who tha shit
Real niggas see the difference 'tween you and this
Me getting beat down that's ludicrous
My name rang from the streets and span to Mechanicsville
Nigga, 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 pussy niggas 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 bitches, wish you got ya ass 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 bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south
I wasn't trying to get the cover of the Double XL
Just trying to fuck Mia, cause Dre said sex sells
Don't be mad at the rocks in my fucking chain
Don't be mad cuz your bitch 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]
Muthafucker 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 bitch 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]

Date Added: 2017-08-25
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