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Young Buck Don T Trust Nobody

made at me (MAD AT ME!) But shit ain't all peaches and cream {OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!} and I ain't Sara Lee. (BITCH!) {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!} [Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {Young Buck} ] Don't

y'all won't get caught up in motherfuckin 187 (a 187) Cause every nigga I know is bout it (Bout it!) Nigga that mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz

ked up. [Verse 4: Phats Bossalini of the Regime] They got us f**ked up I've been tough since a young buck nothin to prove lots of pain plus some war cuts it ain't

players into sissies So slim goodie You don't want no drug boy He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant Don't get too comfortable You ain't gon be here

of chrome. Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine! It's all the fuck I got so stop and walk a thin line. Young niggas be brave and keep

nigga sanna d? trust nobody you can ask my nigga buck from the shop downtown I fuck a nigga up ya'll remember 10 10 ya'll know that boy young dread head

t nobody rich, even if you workin' with some millions You need more money to support your cost of livin' See we don't cry in the hood no mo' Ain't really

sound scared but your heartbeat said it [Chorus] [Young Noble] I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust

stay high smoke, enhale. And I may break it wit' ah nigga, will he suffer don't make no mistake, or don't faim his spray Anticipation ta get you sprayed