Texty:
Young Buck Died And Came Back

if i died and came back Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that can come and

if i died and came back Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that can come and

if i died and came back Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that can come and

streets and the courts There's stress and strain tryin' to maintain When you're poor workin' odd jobs for small change You either rap, rob, girls slob knobs And

for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us The willpower and the reflexes of Larry Davis You don't wanna see my block formin' That's a hundred and one dawgs And

' and puffin' till I pass out (Ahh) This gangsta shit is for all my youngs who flip birds And hug the block In club they pop cris and twist the bud,

of the last of his breed And wasn't about to be tamed From Idaho a young cowboy came To ride in the big rodeo The young cowboy's name was Billy McClain And

(Chorus) I told you not to fuck with my gangsta, I swear to God I told him Mase, prayin on my downfall since I came up Young Buck, Olivia ain't safe i

me Came back from the dead to address the beef Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak Thats when I go bishop and