[Intro: Young Buck] (?)
No I'm not Jay-Z, 50 or P. Diddy
Nas and DMX or Brooklyn's own Biggie
I'm a dirty south soldier I hope y'all hear me cause
(Heart and soul of New York City!!!!)
Never met Big L or Big Pun
We only got big dreams where a [bad [bad word] from
Even with all the beef [bad word] still look what I done
(Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Here we go again!!!!
 [bad word]  ?)
I can feel [bad word] in the air tonight
Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!!
I can feel [bad word] in the air tonight
Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!!

[Verse 1: Young Buck] (?) (*Young Buck's adlibs)
I'm back, still got my Mac and my switchblade 
No love to them niggas actin [bad word] made
( [bad word] 'em) It's 0-8 all I'm thinkin 'bout is gettin paid
Big yachts, mansions, buyin real estate [bad word] ON!)
My young buck'sgot gun premiers
So I'm invitin niggas to try some dymb [bad word] (Yeyyy!)
Now all of these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause
(Heart and soul of New York City!!!!)
The streets [bad word] with me (Yeah!) I get in they blood
I give 'em reality rap and the [bad word] for the club (AYY!)
You think Buck goin [bad word] ! Kill yourself!
The only thang we all have [bad word] is death  [bad word] )
The last one left like my [bad word] Bun My son in these streets of the N.Y.C.
Even if I get caught and the [bad word] get me (YEAH!!!)
(Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) 
 [bad word]  ?)
I can feel [bad word] in the air tonight
Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!!
I can feel [bad word] in the air tonight
Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!!

[Verse 2: Young Buck] (?) (*Young Buck's adlibs)
Gotta take what's mine make up for lost time
My kind is designed for the grind, we all wanna shine
Loyalty is hard to find
You got love for your dog [bad word] show him a sign (Yeah!)
Can't hold him in the grind if you wanna see him ball
Niggas build you up just to watch you fall
Now all of these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause
(Heart and soul of New York City!!!!)
King of my own castle, I'm a master (HEY!!!)
Stop and I'll fly right past ya, you knwo what I'm after until I get captured
When Im in the casket like Ol' Dirty [bad word] Used to be a dream now it's me on the big dream while my homey never sae sixteen
So if I see Pac when the [bad word] get me I'm a tell 'em that 
(Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) 
 [bad word]  ?)
I can feel [bad word] in the air tonight
Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!!
I can feel [bad word] in the air tonight
Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!!