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come and catch me (feat. lil' scrappy & allstar) - young buck lyrics

(intro)
wussup with it, n-gga? (it’s how i do things)
g-unit south! (you know you f–ked up, right?)
aye yo, f–k tha police!!
and f–k you snitchy azz n-ggas!!
you know whudd it is!! (matta a fact)
aye yo n-gga! (you know whudd?!)
suck my d-ck!!

(chorus)
yeah i sell dope, come and catch me n-gga (what!!)
i do it fo’ my folks, come and catch me n-gga (yuh!!)
d-mn right i took glocks, come and catch me n-gga (what!!)
i still won’t stop if you catch me, n-gga (let’s goooo!!)
yeah i sell dope, come and catch me n-gga (what!!)
i do it fo’ my folks, come and catch me n-gga
d-mn right i took glocks, come and catch me n-gga (what!!)
i still won’t stop if you catch me, n-gga (c’monnn!)

(verse 1: all star)
i neva been fronted, if i got it – then i bought it
n-gga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (yuh!)
traffican’ and trappin’ got me stackin’ up these bucks
n-gga, i was grindin’ hard when warren sapp was with (the bucks) (oooooowwhh)
n-gga, we can git it crackin’, really i don’t give a f–k
call scr-p’ and cherk buck like, “let’s go hit ’em up!”
from tha -a- to cashville, g-unit, g’s up
and we talk to much heat to eva-eva freeze up (holla!)
keep a hammer on my waist, a banana on tha cake
i’m just happy to see 21 candals on tha cake
and if i’m eva down bad, it’s a bandana on my face
i’ll stomp b-tch, i don’t give a d-mn ’bout a case (f–k!)

(chorus)

(verse 2: lil scr-ppy)
yo.. (aye..)
see, i don’t give a f–k if he know, you know
i’ll smoke-a blunt in front of tha police like it’s legal (c’mon!!)
stand on tha squad car screaming “f–k tha people!”
man dem n-ggas hear me, then can git it like we do (yeeaaah!!)

perp for tha low, peel fo’ you roll
gotta go and hustle, ’cause my pokets on low
got a couplah n-ggas dat’s gon’ flip em o’s
it was born in my blood, i’m gon pimp em ho’s (fo’ sho’!!)
when you see me in tha street, yeah i did it fo’ tha struggle ho’
now on my time, i’m gon’ do it fo’ my daughter tho
even if i have to rob and lay a n-gga on tha flo’ (aye, aye)
you don’t want no problems – just gimme what i came fo’ (g-uniit!!)

(chorus)

(verse 3: young buck)
posted up, on dis corna like whateva
my chin-chilla covas, on my g-unit sweata (yeah!!)
on tuesdays and thursdays they say tha vikes rollin’
we see ’em ride by, but we act like we don’t know ’em
they know they we ain’t gone, see dis is our hood (what!!)
we wear these bandanas, not ’cause they look good (fo’ real!)
let’s do dis fo’ big took it, them n-ggas in the pen
tha ones dat won’t neva see these f–kin’ streets again (yeaaah!!)
so f–k tha d.e.a. and f–k tha f.b.i
we traffican’ dis sh-t, up until tha day we die (bu-bu-bu-buck!)
some say i’m out my mind, i say i’m about my grind (what!!)
dat’s why when i tell ’em i bought a phantom
they know dat i ain’t lyin’ (aye!!)

(chorus)
(outro)
n-ggas know whudd it is!
straight up, on some real shiit, haha
i got public service work to do, haha
yeahh!!!
aye yo 50!!
aye yo n-gga!
you told me what dem {?} gon’ do
now i see watchu mean
f–k tha police!!
haha..
yeah n-gga, g-unit south!!
yeo!!

- young buck lyrics

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