Young Buck

Young Buck - Happy New Year lyrics

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I just buried my best friend

It's f-ck everything

It's f-ck them G-Unit n-ggas whatever you claim better bang

I feel no pain as I kill y'all

Cause if my n-gga tick was here he would have killed y'all

40's speaking on me, you don't know me homie

But I know Compton n-ggas that wanna do that for me,

Go get Curtis now, tell him Buck said f-ck him

Cause for the last 2 years this hoe ain't said nothing

I came from the dirt, they tryna make me hurt

I'm sh-tting on your label pissing on your paperwork

Look b-tch you need this, here goes some energy

Yayo you know you the biggest hoe in the industry

It's all over now, you better kill me

Yeah I been selling dope to feed my babies, feel me

Ain't no way in hell that I'm a do this yearly

So I'm a start it off by saying Happy New Year...

It's a new year (come on)

Let's all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year

It's a new year (let's go)

This year sh-t it's all on me

I'm hollering happy new year

It's a new year (come on)

Let's all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year

It's a new year (let's go)

This year sh-t it's all on me

I'm hollering happy new year

Standing in the graveyard everybody's crying

They say I'm gon' handle it but everybody's lying

I'm riding through these muthaf-cking projects with my homie in a casket

100 cars deep, we f-cking up traffic

It's real life no acting

Sorry officer I don't know what happened

50 you know my homie wanted me to ride on you n-ggas

Before he could get to y'all he died on your n-ggas

Ya popped a lot of sh-t I let you slide on you n-ggas

Now Cashville is coming to NY on you n-ggas

The contract, b-tch you took that sh-t beyond that

So you could give me 10 million I wouldn't come back

What the f-ck is 50 cent is what Jigga said

Look at yourself, even now I'm diggin up the dead

Get some help, all you had left was 1 buck

You lost that and f-cked up

Now it's happy new year...

Haha, yeah Curtis so while you watching the ball drop in New York

Well this what they listening to in the hood n-gga

Yeah, Jamaica queens Brooklyn, all the boroughs round your way, we celebrating,

Now I know I'm digging up the dead but my n-gga dead and gone

Rest in Peace Tick, I got you, yeah my homeboy, I think he sh-tted in your mansion

If I ain't mistaken but you know my n-gga tick right,

He was like f-ck everything so it's f-ck you n-gga

F-ck all y'all, all you G-unit n-ggas all you b-tch ass n-ggas over there that wanna jump on the Curtis bandwagon

F-ck you n-ggas too, it's on n-gga, 2010 it's a hell of a year n-gga

Gon put you rap n-ggas to test n-gga

We shooting over here n-gga

Cashville Happy New Year,

Let's celebrate n-gga, shot gun shells and AK bullets

Young Buck he on that bullsh-t and I ain't getting off of it neither

Curtis where is your b-tch ass at now n-gga, it's on, let's go.

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