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Intro: Young Buck
Uh ohhhhh, Young Buck
Dirty South, yeahhh
Chorus: Young Buck
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomped
Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin', wanna front? You can get that ass stomped
Do it like them Dirty South boys do and stomp
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Verse 1: Young Buck
I'm Cadillac'n through the hood, sittin' on 24's
TV's playin', rims spinnin', blowin' plenty dro
Don't have to mention, when you pimpin', you get plenty hoes (Aight)
It's all on you, if you gon' trick, or you gon' get yo' dough
I know I got these haters mad, I can love that
When you got love for the streets, they give ya love back (Come on)
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared (Nah)
Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhere
If you gon' represent yo' hood, what you waitin' on?
Security better back up, when they play this song
And we 'bout fifty strong, please don't make us do you wrong
My clique of guerrillas, they got they G-Unit's on
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nuthin'
C'mon and take it outside, lemme see sumthin'
Wha-Wha-Wha-What now?
Don't get bu-bu-bu-buck'd down
Stop all that hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut down
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off!
Chorus: Young Buck
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomped
Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin', wanna front? You can get that ass stomped
Do it like them Dirty South boys do and stomp
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Verse 2: T.I.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye
100 karats on the chest, I'm so true to this
Task force got my vest, I got a new bitch
Fans hate and talk shit, but I'm too legit
A million dollars at a time, till I'm super rich
Pimp Squad, G-Unit, fuck who you get
Ask your nieces and nephews, I'm the shit
And real niggas see the difference between you and this
Me gettin' beat down? That's ludicrous
My name rang from the streets, and slang in Mechanicsville (Mechanicsville)
Nigga, are you gettin' it, Rodney Dangerfield?
No respect, I'm a vet, you can bet that (Bet that)
I caught some cases, but it's just a minor set back (Set back)
And if I have to do some time, I'll be right back
With some thighs, and some tri's and a six pack
We hit the do', watch how the pussy nigga get back
They know we can do it like the road, but you ain't with that
You know who make that track bump, like to keep it crunk
This chopper hit yo' bitch, you'll wish ya got yo' ass stomped
Chorus: Young Buck
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomped
Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin', wanna front? You can get that ass stomped
Do it like them Dirty South boys do and stomp
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Verse 3: Ludacris
Yeah!
Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this game, similar to the Lochness
My rhymes is nappy rooted, sum verses gotta process
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'
If I say it, I've either done it, or it's 'bout to happen
When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26's, people dumb out
If life's a crap game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out
These rapper's think I'm ig-nant, love sayin' my name
'Cause maintainin' my fish tank and they house cost the same
Ask me, I'd say I made it, and it sure wasn't luck
'Cause hustler's relate to me, and some are younger than Buck
You see, I'm married to my music but we got a prenup
So if that bitch don't act right, I'm STILL gettin' my cuts
My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence
I'm masterin' this program, hazin' these undergraduates
So, pimpin', Be Easy, quit catchin' feelins
'Cause you worth a couple hunned grand, and I'm worth millions,
Nobody's thinkin' 'bout you, plus yo' beef ain't legit
So please stay off the T.I.P. of my di-ahhhhhh
Chorus: Young Buck
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomped
Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin', wanna front? You can get that ass stomped
Do it like them Dirty South boys do and stomp
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
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