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Young Buck Push Em Back

wanna move you know what im bout to do Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Get Out

wanna move you know what im bout to do Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Get Out

wanna move you know what im bout to do Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Get Out

city on my back and I won't surrender Let 'em know now that they gon' remember City on my back and I won't surrender Let 'em know now that they gon'

and Vicious on 'shrooms Call us the Mario brothers Back down, we never back down Never laid out Can't put my back down Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette

12 shots, we know how you do Please make your killings clean, slugs up in between They eyes, like 'True Lies', kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back

wife left, I don't give a fuck Bitch, that's why I'm paying you 150 bucks To suck me and caniver Let this diabetic dick touch your saliva I take 'em

ride And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black

take it from me, young G, because that lifestyle ain't all that Unless you ready to strap ya gat and serve tha yak and jug the sack To get ya bread back