Stomp (Remix) - Intellectual

[Intro: Young Buck]

Uh-oh!

Young Buck

T.I.

Ludacris

Dirty South, yeah!

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I hear him talking, but he 'bout to get that ass stomped

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp

We ain't playing—wanna front? 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? Let me break him off

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

I'm Cadillac-ing through the hood, sitting on 24s

TVs playing, rims spinning, blowing plenty dro

Don't have to mention—when you pimpin', you get plenty hoes

It's all on you if you gon' trick or you gon' get your dough

I know I got these haters mad, I can love that

When you got love for the streets, they give you love back

Look in my eyes—you can tell, I ain't never scared (Nah!)

Poppin them thangs, I'm rocking my chain anywhere

If you gon' represent your hood, what you waiting on?

Security better back up when they play this song

And we 'bout 50 strong, please, don't make us do you wrong

My clique is guerillas, they got they G-Units on (G-Unit!)

All of that mean muggin really don't mean nothing

Come on and take it outside let me see something

W-W-W-What now? Don't get b-b-b-bucked down

Stop all that hating, or this club gon get sh-shut down

[Pre-Chorus: Young Buck]

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? LET ME BREAK EM OFF!

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I hear him talking, but he 'bout to get that ass stomped

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp

We ain't playing—wanna front? 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? Let me break him off

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, a-ayy

[Verse 2: T.I.]

Ayy, 100 carats on my chest, I'm so true to this

Task force, got my vest, I got a new one, bitch

Feds hate and talk shit, but I'm too legit

A million dollars at a time 'til I'm super rich

Pimp Squad, G-Unit, fuck, who you get?

Ask your nieces and your nephews who the shit

Real niggas see the difference 'tween you and this

Me getting beat down? That's ludicrous!

My name rang from the streets of Spain to Mechanicsville

Nigga, all you getting is Rodney Dangerfield (What's that?)

No respect; I'm a vet, you could bet that

I caught some cases, but that's just a minor setback

And if I have to do some time, I'll be right back

With some bi's and some tri's and a six-pack (Swole up)

We hit the door, watch all the pussy niggas get back

They know we could do it like the Row, but you ain't with that

You know who make the track bump like the King of Crunk

These choppers hit you, bet you'll wish you got your ass stomped

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I hear him talking, but he 'bout to get that ass stomped

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp

We ain't playing—wanna front? 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? Let me break him off

[Verse 3: The Game]

G-G-G-Unit! Coming straight outta Compton

Lace up my G-6s, and I'm A-Town-stomping

Got ten thousand, cash, in my pocket, let the bump in

'Cause Luda and Young Buck always getting me into something

Low-rider out front, I'm tryna get into something

Step on Banks' shoe one more time, and I'ma start busting

Rose-gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth

And a bitch with a fat ass from the Dirty-Dirty South

I wasn't tryna get the cover of the Double-XL

Just tryna fuck Mýa, 'cause Dre said sex sells,

Don't be mad at the rocks in my fucking chain

Don't be mad 'cause your bitch chose Buck and Game

You see the logo tatted on my neck

The same one I'm autographing on the chest

Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on house arrest

And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West

[Pre-Chorus: The Game]

Now, stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I hear him talking, but he 'bout to get that ass stomped

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp

We ain't playing—wanna front? 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? Let me break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off (Yeah!)

[Verse 4: Ludacris]

Motherfucker, I'm a monster in this game, similar to the Loch Ness

My rhymes are nappy-rooted, some verses gotta process

The truth in this booth, ain't no doubts when I'm rapping

If I say it, I've either done it or it's 'bout to happen

When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26s, people dumb out

If life's a crap game, I'm rolling sevens on the come-out

These rappers think I'm ign'ant, love saying my name

'Cause maintaining my fish tank and they house cost the same

Ask me? I'll say I made it and it sure wasn't luck

Because hustlers relate to me, and some are younger than Buck

You see, I'm married to my music, but we got a pre-nup

So if that bitch don't act right, I'm still getting my cut

My deals never get screwed; my contracts practice abstinence

A master in this program, hazing these undergraduates

So pimpin', be easy; quit catching feelings

'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand, and I'm worth millions

Nobody's thinking bout you; plus, your beef ain't legit

So please, stay off the T-I-P of my di-ahhhhh!!

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I hear him talking, but he 'bout to get that ass stomped

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp

We ain't playing—wanna front? 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? Let me break him off