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Listen to Greatest Hits, Vol. 1 by Young Buck
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Buck
Young Buck
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Brown
D. Brown
Songwriter
Tony Cottrell
Tony Cottrell
Songwriter
Jonathan Rotem
Jonathan Rotem
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hi-Tek
Hi-Tek
Producer
Jonathan Rotem
Jonathan Rotem
Producer
Pat Viala
Pat Viala
Recording Engineer
Niall Mcmonagle
Niall Mcmonagle
Assistant Recording Engineer
Richie Smyth
Richie Smyth
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Kenneth "B Love" Richard
Kenneth "B Love" Richard
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeahhh... Whooo Whooo Whooo Whooo Haha Fuck Tha Police! Think about it every time you bitches come around (yeah) Either we runnin' or we layin' on the fuckin' ground (come on) Just look at Chris a nigga popped and shot him in the club They called the ambulance and y'all dan't even show up (bang) Oh let me tell you about La Ricky when he took his bullets (ok) You want the trigger man, y'all was the ones that pull it (oh) Thats why we represent them niggaz like Larry Davis Before he let you cowards kill him He just came and sprayed it (come on) Now what you wan' do (whooo whooo) Bitch I got a gun too (whooo, whooo) We gon' keep on sendin' shots (whooo, whooo) Everytime y'all come through (whooo whooo) Got the nerve to tell him nigga put his hands up And beat him to the ground (yeah) When they put the boy in handcuffs Fuck, Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves Even if I beat to death (yeahhh) Nigga we dont need no motherfuckin' help! And to the right (what) To the left (what) Let 'em know (what) We don't need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!) Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo) Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo) Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo) We don't need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'em all) Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo) Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo) Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo) We don't need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all) We used to play cops and robbers as a little kid (come on) Whoever was the pigs we would go and split his wig (haha) And as the years passed, niggaz only got worse Jumped in to the game, shit, gotta protect our turf (what up nigga) We had enough of gettin' handcuffed and pulled over We started tryin' knock they heads off they fuckin' shoulders (boom) Now where my soliders at, get ready for combat I'm livin' like them niggaz that dunn went to Vietnam, hey (G-Unit!) So if you try to lock me up for smokin' my weed (whooo, whooo. whooo, whooo) The whole force of police Is what they gon' need (whooo, whooo. whooo, whooo) One of a kind, I'm the last of a dying breed Even the one that was before me, he was sayin': Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves Even if I beat to death (yeahhh) Nigga we don't need no motherfuckin' help! And to the right (what) To the left (what) Let 'em know (what) We don't need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!) Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo) Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo) Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo) We don't need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'em all) Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo) Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo) Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo) We don't need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'em all) When I'm in New York, I'm holl'in WE DON'T NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!) When I'm in Tennessee, I'm holl'in WE DON'T NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!) When I'm out in LA nigga WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)
Writer(s): David Darnell Brown, Tony L. Cottrell, Jonathan Rotem Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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