Around the age of twelve, Buck started to rap, and began recording in a studio at fourteen. This was shortly followed by an opportunity to perform for Brian "Baby" Williams, co-founder of Cash Money Records. Williams was impressed and signed Buck, who then dropped out of high school to tour with the label for four years.
After several years on and off of Cash Money Records, Buck and fellow rapper Juvenile decided to leave the label for good and went to UTP Records. This deal later led to a meeting with New York rapper 50 Cent who later signed Buck to G-Unit Records.
50 Cent gave Young Buck a feature on his commercially successful debut album Get Rich or Die Tryin' on the track "Blood Hound". After this, he appeared on G-Unit's debut album, Beg for Mercy, which certified 2x Platinum. Young Buck then released his debut album, Straight Outta Cashville, in 2004, with its follow-up, Buck the World being released in 2007.
On April 7, 2008 in an interview with Miss Jones on New York's Hot 97, 50 Cent stated that Young Buck was no longer a member of the group G-Unit but was still signed to G-Unit Records.
After Young Buck was dismissed from the group, he began to slander the name "G-Unit" in numerous different ways. He released numerous tracks attacking not only the group, but their associates and, more specifically, group leader 50 Cent. 50 Cent and G-Unit also responded with many tracks, including one particular instance in which 50 Cent released a phone call he had recorded with Young Buck, which featured the Tennessee native weeping and apologizing for numerous things. After this happened, Young Buck responded, stating the call was a fake, happened one year prior to its release, and claimed that only police record phone calls.
After a lengthy battle between Young Buck and his former G-Unit comrades, the feud seemed to settle down, with Young Buck stating that he owed one more album for G-Unit Records which would be released in 2009, then titled The Rehab. In other interviews, he's stated that he doesn't have a problem with 50 Cent or G-Unit anymore, but is currently doing his "own thing". He also stated that although he's still signed to G-Unit Records, he's trying to get out of the contract, and he's no longer signed to Interscope.
In 2006, Young Buck began preparation on creating a record label named "G-Unit South". After Interscope was not to be the distributing label, he could not use the "G-Unit" name, which is when he decided upon using the name "Cashville".
After numerous artists were signed, including Outlawz and C-Bo, a deal was secured with RED Distribution. In 2009, after he was dismissed from the G-Unit group, Young Buck began putting more effort into his label stating that even without a major label deal, he will still be relevant in the music industry.
Fuck You
Young Buck Lyrics
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Don't know you
Don't know how you know my name
I got a reputation of police chasing
You a bitch; I let it bang
Nigga, you keep talkin'; I keep walkin'
Fuck around 'til the heat talkin'
Then it's your coffin
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
I don't fuck with you, and you know it, show it
4-deep whip, stolen, rollin'
Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it
Leave your head split open, swollen
Now it's all in your noggin, poppin'
Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'
Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'
Drop it, Man they plottin' on my drug house
Man, I hope they don't run in before I run out (fium!)
I'm runnin' out, I don't know who to trust now
No dap, hugs, or "what's ups" now
I don't fuck around with the fuck arounds
You see me here, get the fuck from 'round me
I don't talk, texts
I don't off bets
I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set
I'm from the projects
Surprised you ain't got robbed yet
I really don't do no conversatin', no call waitin'
I know ya'll hatin'; I'm cool with it
On probation with no patience
I hop out and act a fool with it
Fuck who did it
If you with it, then you get it
Two to your fitted
I don't fuck with none of ya'll anyway
Your funeral could be any day
Ever since I said send the Yay'
You fuck niggas been' in the way
I'm just doin' what 50 say
Puttin' a hundred rounds in the K
Buck
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
My four-five, I grip it, grip it
Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it
Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it
Front off a meal ticket, ticket
Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it
Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
Up after we throw it, throw it
Big money, we blow it
That gangsta shit, we did it, get it
Still do; we ain't new to it
Boy, I ain't never gon' tell on me
You bitch nigga, bet you do
You talk a lot
Niggas around here don't say much
Niggas around here don't play much
Soon as shit pop, they blame us
'Cause the money ain't never go'n' change us
A lot of gun talk in the streets
But real recognize real beef
And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
Never slippin', steady grippin', killin' for nonsense
Sideline hatin', backbitin haters
Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras
Green light, what?
Green light, woo
My money cause a fuckin' Holocaust
I green-light you
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
In "I Don't Care," Young Buck raps about his reluctance to engage with people he doesn't know, particularly in the context of the streets. He doesn't want to talk to strangers or waste his time shooting the breeze, as he sees it as a way to get caught up or endangered. Buck's also made a name for himself as someone who's pursued by the police and has a reputation for running from them. As a result, he's dismissive of those who make the wrong moves and put themselves in harm's way, calling them out as bitches and threatening to shoot them. Buck's distaste for conversation is driven home by his repeated refrain, "I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me."
He further emphasizes that he doesn't mess with those outside of his set, which he reminds listeners he comes from the projects. Buck lives a life of limited trust and has no need for those around him to engage in superficial small talk. The song is also filled with boasts of his street credentials - he's got a stolen car and a gun to match, he's seemingly always ready to shoot first, and he's got the money to back his tough talk. Buck reinforces his status as a hardened criminal, while also emphasizing that his actions are a result of his circumstances, rather than just his personality.
Line by Line Meaning
Don't wanna talk to you
I have no interest in conversing with you
Don't know you
I don't have any familiarity with you
Don't know how you know my name
I'm unfamiliar with you and therefore don't know how you know my name
I got a reputation of police chasing
The police have been known to pursue me
You a bitch; I let it bang
You're soft and if necessary, I'll shoot you
Nigga, you keep talkin'; I keep walkin'
If you keep talking, I'm going to keep walking and ignore you
Fuck around 'til the heat talkin'
If you push my buttons, I'll respond with gunfire
Then it's your coffin
If you don't back off, you're going to end up dead
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
We have no interest in associating with each other
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
I don't have any desire to talk with you
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
I'm not interested in idle chatting, I'd rather shoot someone
I don't fuck with you, and you know it, show it
You're aware that I don't associate with you
4-deep whip, stolen, rollin'
I'm driving a car with three other people, and it's stolen
Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it
I'm carrying a gun and willing to use it
Leave your head split open, swollen
If I have to use my gun, I will likely cause you severe harm
Now it's all in your noggin, poppin'
You'll be thinking about what happened for a long time
Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'
I carry a small gun in my pocket
Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'
If law enforcement agents come to my door, I'll destroy the evidence
Man they plottin' on my drug house
Law enforcement agents are planning to raid my home where I sell drugs
Man, I hope they don't run in before I run out (fium!)
I hope they don't catch me and I can escape
I'm runnin' out, I don't know who to trust now
I'm running out of options and can't trust anyone
No dap, hugs, or "what's ups" now
I don't have any interest in hugging or having casual conversations anymore
I don't fuck around with the fuck arounds
I don't associate with unreliable or insincere people
You see me here, get the fuck from 'round me
If you're not with me or helping me, get away from me
I don't talk, texts
I prefer not to communicate through text messages
I don't off bets
I'm not interested in making bets
I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set
I don't associate with people who aren't from my group or neighborhood
I'm from the projects
I grew up in a low-income housing complex
Surprised you ain't got robbed yet
I'm surprised you haven't been robbed yet, living where you do
I really don't do no conversatin', no call waitin'
I don't enjoy small talk and don't like waiting on the phone.
I know ya'll hatin'; I'm cool with it
I'm aware that you dislike me, but I don't care
On probation with no patience
I'm currently on probation and have little tolerance for waiting
I hop out and act a fool with it
I'll get out of my car and act recklessly
Fuck who did it
I don't care who caused a certain event
If you with it, then you get it
If you're interested, I'll shoot you like the rest of them
Two to your fitted
I'll shoot you in the head, through your hat
I don't fuck with none of ya'll anyway
I don't associate with any of you
Your funeral could be any day
You could die at any time and I wouldn't care
Ever since I said send the Yay'
Since I started selling drugs
You fuck niggas been' in the way
You've been preventing me from making money
I'm just doin' what 50 say
I'm following the example and advice of the rapper 50 Cent
Puttin' a hundred rounds in the K
I'm loading a hundred bullets into my machine gun
Buck
This is Young Buck's way of signing off/identifying himself at the end of the song
My four-five, I grip it, grip it
I'm holding onto my gun tightly
Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it
I'm skilled at cooking drugs, especially cocaine
Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it
I can turn around drugs for a profit within four days
Front off a meal ticket, ticket
I'm trying to make a lot of money selling drugs
Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it
Women want to hang out with me
Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
I've heard that another person might double-cross me
Up after we throw it, throw it
Despite losing money, I'll keep selling my drugs and taking risks
Big money, we blow it
I spend a lot of money without much regard for the future
That gangsta shit, we did it, get it
I've done illegal and violent things, and I don't regret them
Still do; we ain't new to it
I'm still involved in criminal activities and have been for a while
Boy, I ain't never gon' tell on me
I'm not going to snitch on myself or anyone else
You bitch nigga, bet you do
However, you're a weak person and would likely snitch if you were caught
You talk a lot
You speak too much and I don't trust you
Niggas around here don't say much
The people around me tend to stay quiet
Niggas around here don't play much
People around here don't joke around
Soon as shit pop, they blame us
If something goes wrong, people will automatically assume that it was us who did it
'Cause the money ain't never go'n' change us
Despite the risks and consequences, we'll always be motivated by money
A lot of gun talk in the streets
People frequently talk about guns in my neighborhood
But real recognize real beef
However, true gangsters are able to identify real threats and situations
And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
Actual gang members always finish what they start
Never slippin', steady grippin', killin' for nonsense
I'm always ready to use violence and violence isn't always justified
Sideline hatin', backbitin haters
People who don't have the courage to partake in violence themselves tend to be critical of those who do
Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras
I could surprise and attack you while you're in your car
Green light, what? Green light, woo
I'm eager and ready to attack
My money cause a fuckin' Holocaust
My wealth has caused a lot of destruction and chaos
I green-light you
I'm giving you permission to be attacked
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: RODOLFO RODRIGUEZ, MARK GONZALES, CURTIS JACKSON, CURTIS STEWART, DAVID BROWN, MARVIN BERNARD
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