Young Buck Teach Em Bout Playin Lyrics

[Young Buck:]
Yeah I done seen this before
n____ this ain't woe
Until your brains all over the floor
You f___ n____s out of line
But yall know I'm one of a kind
A hundred shots comin' at one time it go (brrrrat!)
Get back, you f___in' with a grown a__ man
I came by myself so alone I stand
Don't let them gas you
These shells won't pass you
So pick up the phone I got some questions to ask you
I'm doin what I have to do, these n____s hatin'
I'm stationed, posted, patiently waitin'
See money ain't s___ n____ you can be touched
You watchin' Godfather movies too much
I'm bout to push that b___on
You know when n____s come from everywhere
Grape Street get ready
Purple rags in the air, I don't care
Lets take it there, I'm gon' ride
I'm hittin every m_________er outside

[Chorus: Young Buck]
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll die for this G-Unit s___ so what you sayin 50?
I'ma teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Let me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
Watch me teach 'em 'bout playin with me
You know I'll ride for this G-Unit s___ till the fed's come get me

[Young Buck:]
n____s can't f___ with me, nor can they say "f___ 50"
I'll poke a n____'s a__ up quickly
So all yall miss me with the latest hip-hop street news
About what my man said on Miss Jones interview
What you do, is open up the Billboard charts
I got the number one rap album so far
I'm on the cover of the XXL giving em hell
What I'm sayin, is Buck got records to sell
I'm not playin, just layin in the Maserati gitted up
Hell'll freeze before the G-Unit splits up
Banks at the bank, Yayo gettin' dough, and I'll buck ya down
Soon 50 holla (yo come on)
This is family, I don't know what you been told
Even our worst sellin albums, still went gold
And I made a few million before I picked up the mic
So if you gon' hate me, get your s___ right (m_________ers)

[C-Bo:]
Buck say f___ it so f___ 'em
Load the K's up, lit them Trey's up
These n____s is p____, virgins, they ain't been f___ed before
Hundred rounds in the mac, they ain't been bucked before
Big fish in the water, Jaws, I'll slaughter ya man
Till the clique, all my arter was jammed
So b___erfly, keep ya nine c___ed
Cuz I could do time slots
Did mines like Tookie smilin with mine's, pa
And yeah I heard about the streets and stompin
Ain't nothin like the gardens of the streets of Compton
Yeah, hes a fruitcake
He thinks he can take 10 shots like 50 and come out with a 2-fake
And I got the scoop for the men hood
Said you had a suit sign on your head last time you was in the hood
Now you wanna front like you really stompin it
Boston, keep talkin we gon' take you to Compton, n____