Lyrics Soundscan - Young Buck

Shoutout to the Wu-Tang, DJ, turn me up a lil bit, homie, yeah
Oh, ya′ll done figure out who it is by now right?
Haha, it's me, Young Buck, bitches, what it do?
New York Stand up one time, the dirty South came with me this time homie
Yeah, hey
No matter how much you try you can′t stop me now
No matter how much you try you can't stop me now
Dirty south nigga whilin' on my Shaolin Shit
Got my Harlem hoe with me she a violent bitch
Country nigga in New York with my timberlands on
I been here so long feel like this is my home
You dead wrong think I ain′t goin back to Brooklyn the same place where they say ya chain got took man
I′m all through BX like KRS I'm at the Rutger game this year like I got kicks
I got my queens niggas with me and we strapped tonight from the bridge to where 50 used to live I′m 'ight
Where my wilehoop niggas at, Staten Island stand up fuck the Police let ′em die in his handcuffs
Lower east side papi got it for the low corner bodega but the south call 'em cornerstones
Still thuggin ain′t eat nuthin, heavy footsteps sound like B comin'
I'm in the hood where the crackheads kid runnin and they′ll crack your head until I give ′em sumtin
I won't leave until I can′t breathe, so ay New York New York I'm like 50 what the fuck you thought
As I walk through the valley of death by my self if I die make my clip have no shells left
No Best no luck no bullet proof truck just me young buck, ay Curtis, Tony, Lloyd haha wassup?
No matter how much you try you can′t stop me now (Nah, man, I'm on some whole other shit, homie)
No matter how much you try you can′t stop me now (You do what you do, nigga, I'm doin' me)
In my Mayweather on I′m the champion nigga
Ain′t nobody in ya camp can get wid 'em
Round two like ring the bell and watch I give them hell I knocked em out and made reseringtones fail
I shall provale never fall of fail even if my body′s trapped behind bars in jail
I won't tell god told me all is well drink a cup of ice water tell ′em send me to hell cause real niggas don't die we jus get rich or high
Come back reincarnated as a mother fuckin′ fly shittin on everything
I'm gettin' on like uhhh takin′ this toilet paper and cleanin′ up good
Enjoyin' the hatas we all have ′em in the hood see they would be sayin' this if they could
Young Buck no bullet proof truck no vest no luck just me nigga haha yea I′m a stay in touch
No matter how much you try you can't stop me now (I see the money, I could see the money man)
No matter how much you try you can′t stop me now (ha do what you gotta do but I'm a bout to get this money homie let's goo)
No matter how much you try you can′t stop me now (oh say my name baby say my mother fuckin name)
No matter how much you try you can′t stop me now (shoutout to the real niggas around the world homie)
Young Buck