Текст песни: Young Buck - Clean Up Man
[Chorus]
AYYY, I`m the clean up man!
It ain`t too many niggaz that can do it like I can
When them records ain`t sellin and the stitches start tellin
Motherfucker they yellin - GET `EM BUCK!!
Grindin grindin, I can make it happen
Cause I`m - grindin grindin, I ain`t only rappin
Man I`m - grindin grindin, you know who to call
I be - grindin grindin, this is for my dawgs
[Young Buck]
What`s goin on with the Unit these days? (let `em know)
Well I`ma tell you e`rybody gettin paid
And I hear you niggaz talkin, prayin on our downfall
Took a couple losses, still we some outlaws
Ya bitch still lovin my swag
We let you niggaz eat, why the fuck is you mad?
I never left the streets, I really ran to `em
And since I know they watchin me I let my man do `em
Money, a house and a bad bitch
Way `fore the rap game man I had this (niggaz know)
You don`t know about bein broke
Standin on the block sellin fiends soap
Holla at me
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Let`s sip the `gnac for a minute
Shawty you feelin this then put your back in it (hey!)
I`m back in it in an all-black fitted
in an all-black tinted-up drop top Bentley
Like - AYYY! You know what it is (yeah!)
I got my own jewelry baby, this ain`t none of his (okay!)
Just holla when you NEED ME
Show a nigga love when you SEE ME
I can carry the weight, 50 just put it on my shoulders
G-Unit is the gang, I`m a motherfuckin soldier
They thought it was over, he let me out the cage (hey!)
So now they got me standin on this goddamn stage, like
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Before I leave let me put this on your brain
If rap stop today, I still do my thang
I bought a Benz way before I bought me a chain
Took my momma out the Bricks and bought a car in her name
Paid my nigga Head bond just to get him on the streets
Hope if I get locked up niggaz do it for me
Keep the project lights on, payin e`rybody bills
All my homies dead, I`m takin care of e`rybody kids
And I got this, you can count on me
to come through, when the home team down by three
I`m gon` shoot, and even if a nigga did miss
I bet you next quarter I`ll be back in this bitch, like
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Outro: Young Buck]
Yeah, y`know niggaz out there
Nah nah, hold on
Y`know SOME niggaz out there
Mighta thought the Unit was over or some shit
You niggaz is losin your fuckin minds man, ha ha
Aiyyo man I got this shit right now, ya mean?
Get the FUCK out my lane, yeah
Y`know, that`s why that nigga 50
That`s why he got his feet kicked up right now
Ha ha, Sha Money I got you nigga
Straight up, so, oh yo
I`m expectin to be at the AWARDS this year!
Yeah...
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[Chorus]
AYYY, I`m the clean up man!
It ain`t too many niggaz that can do it like I can
When them records ain`t sellin and the stitches start tellin
Motherfucker they yellin - GET `EM BUCK!!
Grindin grindin, I can make it happen
Cause I`m - grindin grindin, I ain`t only rappin
Man I`m - grindin grindin, you know who to call
I be - grindin grindin, this is for my dawgs
[Young Buck]
What`s goin on with the Unit these days? (let `em know)
Well I`ma tell you e`rybody gettin paid
And I hear you niggaz talkin, prayin on our downfall
Took a couple losses, still we some outlaws
Ya bitch still lovin my swag
We let you niggaz eat, why the fuck is you mad?
I never left the streets, I really ran to `em
And since I know they watchin me I let my man do `em
Money, a house and a bad bitch
Way `fore the rap game man I had this (niggaz know)
You don`t know about bein broke
Standin on the block sellin fiends soap
Holla at me
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Let`s sip the `gnac for a minute
Shawty you feelin this then put your back in it (hey!)
I`m back in it in an all-black fitted
in an all-black tinted-up drop top Bentley
Like - AYYY! You know what it is (yeah!)
I got my own jewelry baby, this ain`t none of his (okay!)
Just holla when you NEED ME
Show a nigga love when you SEE ME
I can carry the weight, 50 just put it on my shoulders
G-Unit is the gang, I`m a motherfuckin soldier
They thought it was over, he let me out the cage (hey!)
So now they got me standin on this goddamn stage, like
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Before I leave let me put this on your brain
If rap stop today, I still do my thang
I bought a Benz way before I bought me a chain
Took my momma out the Bricks and bought a car in her name
Paid my nigga Head bond just to get him on the streets
Hope if I get locked up niggaz do it for me
Keep the project lights on, payin e`rybody bills
All my homies dead, I`m takin care of e`rybody kids
And I got this, you can count on me
to come through, when the home team down by three
I`m gon` shoot, and even if a nigga did miss
I bet you next quarter I`ll be back in this bitch, like
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Outro: Young Buck]
Yeah, y`know niggaz out there
Nah nah, hold on
Y`know SOME niggaz out there
Mighta thought the Unit was over or some shit
You niggaz is losin your fuckin minds man, ha ha
Aiyyo man I got this shit right now, ya mean?
Get the FUCK out my lane, yeah
Y`know, that`s why that nigga 50
That`s why he got his feet kicked up right now
Ha ha, Sha Money I got you nigga
Straight up, so, oh yo
I`m expectin to be at the AWARDS this year!
Yeah...
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