[Young Buck] I just buried my best friend it's f-ck everything its f-ck them G-Unit n-ggas whatever you claim better bang I feel no pain as I kill y'all cos 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 aint 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 aint no way in hell that I'ma do this yearly so Imma start it off by saying Happy New Year… [Chorus] It's a new year (come on) lets all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year Its a new year (lets go) this year sh-t it's all on me Im hollering happy new year It's a new year (come on) lets all on the count of 3 holla Happy New Year Its a new year (lets go) this year sh-t it's all on me Im 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 lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com 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 its happy new year… [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 aint 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, its on n-gga, 2010 its 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, Lets celebrate n-gga, shot gun shells and AK bullets Young Buck he on that bullsh-t and I aint getting off of it neither Curtis where is your b-tch ass at now n-gga, it's on, lets go.