Young Buck Happy New Year [G-Unit Diss] lyrics

[Verse 1: ~Young Buck~]
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...

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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...

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Young Buck: {Talking}]
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.