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YOUNG BUCK : Teach 'em Bout Playin' (feat. C-Bo) lyrics

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YOUNG BUCK lyrics : "Teach 'em Bout Playin' (feat. C-Bo)"

[Young Buck:]
Yeah I done seen this before
^!$$% this ain't woe

Until your brains all over the floor
You $#&@ ^!$$%s out of line
But yall know I'm one of a kind

A hundred shots comin' at one time it go (brrrrat!)
Get back, you $#&@in' with a grown $$# man
I came by myself so alone I stand

Don't let them gas you
These shells won't pass you
So pick up the phone I got some questions to ask you

I'm doin what I have to do, these ^!$$%s hatin'
I'm stationed, posted, patiently waitin'
See money ain't %#@! ^!$$% you can be touched

You watchin' Godfather movies too much
I'm bout to push that button
You know when ^!$$%s come from everywhere

Grape Street get ready
Purple rags in the air, I don't care
Lets take it there, I'm gon' ride

I'm hittin every mother$#&@er outside

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me

You know I'll die for this G-Unit %#@! so what you sayin 50?
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me

Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll ride for this G-Unit %#@! till the fed's come get me


[Young Buck:]
^!$$%s can't $#&@ with me, nor can they say "$#&@ 50"
I'll poke a ^!$$%'s $$# up quickly

So all yall miss me with the latest hip-hop street news
About what my man said on Miss Jones interview
What you do, is open up the Billboard charts

I got the number one rap album so far
I'm on the cover of the XXL giving em hell
What I'm sayin, is Buck got records to sell

I'm not playin, just layin in the Maserati gitted up
Hell'll freeze before the G-Unit splits up
Banks at the bank, Yayo gettin' dough, and I'll buck ya down

Soon 50 holla (yo come on)
This is family, I don't know what you been told
Even our worst sellin albums, still went gold

And I made a few million before I picked up the mic
So if you gon' hate me, get your %#@! right (mother$#&@ers)


[Chorus: Young Buck]
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me

Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll die for this G-Unit %#@! so what you sayin 50?
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me

Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll ride for this G-Unit %#@! till the fed's come get me


[C-Bo:]
Buck say $#&@ it so $#&@ 'em

Load the K's up, lit them Trey's up
These ^!$$%s is #[email protected], virgins, they ain't been $#&@ed before
Hundred rounds in the mac, they ain't been bucked before

Big fish in the water, Jaws, I'll slaughter ya man
Till the clique, all my arter was jammed
So butterfly, keep ya nine @@#!ed

Cuz I could do time slots
Did mines like Tookie smilin with mine's, pa
And yeah I heard about the streets and stompin

Ain't nothin like the gardens of the streets of Compton
Yeah, hes a fruitcake
He thinks he can take 10 shots like 50 and come out with a 2-fake

And I got the scoop for the men hood
Said you had a suit sign on your head last time you was in the hood
Now you wanna front like you really stompin it
Boston, keep talkin we gon' take you to Compton, ^!$$%


[Chorus: Young Buck]
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll die for this G-Unit %#@! so what you sayin 50?

I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll ride for this G-Unit %#@! till the fed's come get me

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