1.2nd Chance
(Chorus)
I made a lot of money, I blew my whole advance.
People stole from me, but now I understand.
I want mo' money, and I'm the fuckin' man,
So Imma make this bitch jump with my second chance. (x3)
(Verse 1)
Now i'm standing here reincarnated,
You lookin at a nigga they offered 10 wouldn't take,
Can't nann nigga tell you I ever cooperated,
I'm ballin' I know they hatin' shit I wasn't 'posed to make it.
If it wasn't for these bad bitches I wouldn't even be in here,
If it wasn't for you fuck niggas I woulda done been here (let's
get em buck!).
Outta control like i got bad brakes,
Outta the hole and now i'm back and liftin' mad weight.
Can't be one of them niggas who they say used to have cake,
So i keep half plate, the other half bake,
I handled it bitch I'm the man it was my mistake,
I make it hard for my enemy to concentrate.
I never asked you niggas once for my bond to make,
If I can't get out on pre-trial then i gotta wait,
She said she loved me but she left me when i lost it all,
So i got married to the money, fuck all ya'll.
(Chorus)
I made a lot of money, I blew my whole advance.
People stole from me, but now I understand.
I want mo' money, and I'm the fuckin' man,
So Imma make this bitch jump with my second chance. (x2)
(Verse 2)
Real nigga, no matter what the circumstance,
You could make 100 million if you got the perfect plan.
The preacher sell dope i'll never go to church again,
Just pray the lord my soul you'll keep, Lord (Amen).
Just to knock a nigga head off will cost a grand,
So i am takin' more than one with my 2nd chance.
Feelin' like a young nigga that got bird money,
Fightin' these cases it's been a while since ya heard from me.
Fuck a feature i don't need you all you rap niggas,
Only reason I came to the venue was to slap niggas.
I'm only here for streets and the trap niggas,
I fuck wit real gangstas all over the map nigga.
Came close but ain't caught me yet,
So i just copped a vette and set that bitch on off set (I do
it!).
Niggas sayin i wouldn't make it hollerin off bet,
I say gettin' to the money what you call that？
Just so you know I
(Chorus)
I made a lot of money, I blew my whole advance.
People stole from me, but now I understand.
I want mo' money, and I'm the fuckin' man,
So Imma make this bitch jump with my second chance. (x2)
(Verse 3)
Set it on fire but i didn't burn the bridge,
I'm makin' statements to my niggas like don't hurt the kids.
We all got kush packs but we purchase mids,
Sent it to our niggas in the pen and let em do it big (I got you
niggas!)
I tell em that they 2nd chance comin,
And hopefully when they get home then I can hand em somethin.
A couple niggas came home and i ain't hand em nothin',
Bitch niggas didn't shoot back and let em kill my cousin (Fuck
ya'll niggas!)
I'm waitin' patient for retaliation,
Stuck a choppa out the window at the gas station (there they
go!)
I know hoes louie bag chasin,
Fuck a nigga out his money, then replace him.
You a sucka for love but she can fuck wit a thug,
As long as she can understand i come wit a plug.
We gon' be all white, sorry baby I'mma be all night.
Some people call it crazy but i call it my life!
Just so you know
(Chorus)
I made a lot of money, I blew my whole advance.
People stole from me, but now I understand.
I want mo' money, and I'm the fuckin' man,
So Imma make this bitch jump with my second chance. (x2)
2.Shit Head
And they call em DJ Christ
Niggas hate bitches hate
Bad bitches in the club and the bottles poppin
Niggas hate,, bitches hate
Bad bitches in the club and the bottles poppin
I'm here i'm right
You ass bitch you bitch you bitch
I'm leaning i'm rockin
Hey bitch i'm leanin i'm rockin,
Hey why you actin like ..
You all alaywys
I'm leanin i'm rockin
They try to dirty up my name like i was born ..
Hey never changed been the .. Since the
No oen to blame i just want to go cocaine insane
Hey i go curcko bain this gonan urt your vain
Think this shit go ham
They gonna vut this up and gram
Bitch you knwo who i am
F＊ck you and Uncle Sam
I thought niggas was fam till i call in the ..
I'm trappin bitch i'm damn
Your other niggas bro i'm sorry nigga i'm not ..
Now i'm acting funny 'cause mama i know my money
You told me to do me forget your little shit ..
Hook：
You ass bitch you bitch you bitch
I'm leaning i'm rockin
Hey bitch i'm leanin i'm rockin,
Hey why you actin like you
Bitch you ..
I'm leaning i'm rockin
You always btch
I'm leanin, i'm rockin i'm leanin
..the benz ..pulling up on .
This bitch on business her old man in prison ..
She call my phone trippin ..
I just smoeke a lot fo cush
I'm sayin can't ahve ..
Some of these niggas is bitches that the bitches do
..the bitch is you
And when you get ..
You bitch you
Yeah, you know somebody ..right now
Look at the police you bitch
You all broke ass bitch
You bitch bitch
Hey why you're actinh liek ..
You bitch bitch
You were always bitch bitch
But so many is bitches too
You're acting like a bitch though
You're acting like a big shawty
Someone of this ..is bitch too
Bottle sin the air nigga
What up shawty ？
3.Somethings Got Me On It
Don't know if it's the murders, the robbery's, the beef, the
trap,
The hood, the straps, don't know,
but somethings got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Somethings got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Shut up and listen!
Maybe its cause it's a bunch fake ass nigga's out here, fake ass
rappers
tell me how many real niggas love？
I'm just trying to figure it out!
Something got me on it out here. . leggo!
Don't know if it's the murders, the robbery's, the beef, the
trap,
The hood, the straps, don't know,
but somethings got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Somethings got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Don't know if it's the pills, the weed, the coke, the lean,
The way I'm yellow taping off the scene!
But somethings got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
But somethings got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
OK, OK, I'm bad, I'm serving, I'm leaning, I'm swerving
I'm strapped for certain these young niggas is hurting!
on bond, I'm lurking, I'm killing, I'm murking
I'm shooting, I'm working, I'm only one person!
No tags, blue rag, you mad and I'm glad
Got a chrome 44 mag, put niggers in body bag
ay one yola, no soda, no oil base, just overs,？ I'm a soldier, I
told ya, i put cashville on my
shoudlers,
Nigger fuck me, fuck you
Fuck him and fuck her too!
Fuck that I want somethin new
Top down, no sunroof
Hundred pounds I run through
I'm running around like my son due
Never say how she done you, I kick a bitch out, kung fu
Told ya, I'm a come through
No religion, just true
Thirty chickens, front you, betta not give me no ones doo
Still pimping, don juan, all the mirrors, on our arms
Country nigger live in a barn
Growin kush on yall farm
Don't know if its the plug, the powder, the money, the power,
The way that half of these rap niggers cowards
but Somethings got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Somethings got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Don't know if it's the jail, the pen, the rose, the hen,
The way I'm back on my buck shit again!
But somethings got me on it, I'm on it,
Somethings got me on it, I'm on it!
I'm cooking, I'm watching, I'm looking, I'm shopping
I'm tired of all these people asking me when am I dropping
I'm rolling, I'm rocking, I'm moving, not stopping
I'm loading up my chopper out here, bout to get it popping!
You flexing, I'm stressing, and I still ain't learned my lesson
I'm countin up all my blessings, and I'm putin em all in
investments.
These hoes ain't shit, but they on my dick
I just started, you quit, I'm real, and you a bitch!
I'm hell, no scale, I got eight balls for sale
And I hate yall that tell, I pray yall get killed.
I'm an outlaw, without yall, mayweather, south paw,
Ring the bell, sound off, I smell pussy, hounddog
Court cases, probation, one god, one nation
Nerves bad, no patiences, selling dope is my occupation.
Fuck a rap group, fuck the label,
I'm in the trap with no cable
And I want your seed if you ain't gone bring nothing to the
table, nigggha
Don't know if its The Lord, the Devil, the bricks, the pebblez
The way these niggas can't get on my level
But somethings got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
somethings got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
Okkkkkk Okkk o k
Don't know if it's the love, the hate, the pieces, the weight
The way they say they real, but they fake.
But somethings got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
okokok okkk
Real talk
You know its more black people in the pen than anything
We kill about this money
It ain't one black president on that shit
I'm just being real, you should be real too.
Cashville Records nigga, This rap shit is mine
Bitch niggas ya time is up, It's Buck!
Holla when you see me nigga!
But...make sure you say the right shit...
Live Loyal, Die Rich
4.Go Loco
crazy
Hey yo if I beat this fuckin case people...
I'mma go crazy, I'mma go crazy, I'mma go crazy
Explain
This bitch all excited cause she ain't seen a nigga
Like roll a blunt up and light it then pop a bean a nigga
Hey Tity Boi lemme try it, codine a nigga
Hold up dont make me have to murder scene a nigga
Somebody lied, I'm not a star
Got a 45 on my side, choppa by the bar
Got bout 10 grand on me, and my money wrinkled
Left the Unit bought some units broke them all down to singles
All my new hoes on that nuvo, my old hoes on that no more
She want that old thang back, but I won't go
I'm losing my mind in the Louis store
My patnah on the line tryna gimme 9 and shoot me 4
Hold a nigga down, let me live,
You know how it is nigga tryna pay the bills
On the real im just tryna dodge the popo...while dealin with the
coco.
Im not a star, that means im loco bitch
Well buck, I'mma rep like this,？ zone he on 46
D-strap he on 40 block, T-High he on 43rd
Talkin bout my west niggas, get ya hit for 40 birds
Lemme cop this 40 grand, make it off a ？ ho,
Lemme see that oujia board, pop it super mario
Trash bags of loud purp, keep it with my college ho
Say that nigga talkin shit, hit him at the dollar store
Feds they got me pissed, finna x em out, gotta go
To whom it may concern, bitch you outta here, adios
Shout out to my mexican used to bring a lot of coke
Shout out to my jo nigga cudi bud？ not a joke
Say them niggas tellin mane, nah im ain't hold ya head
Still Im on my loco shit, real niggas goin fed
DJ he a real nigga, member me？ No sir
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5.No Place For Me
Nobody gon' help nobody out here...
I ain't finna ask y'all niggaz for shit...
(SHUT UP AND LISTEN)
Do it for the dope money-- I refuse to have no money
in the trap but this ain't no place for me...
Everything 'bout money, nothin' free here..
If I didn't have to I wouldn't be here
I gotta do it with the dope money-- I refuse to have no money...
in the trap but this ain't no place for me...
everything 'bout money, nothin' free here...
if I didn't have to I wouldn't be here (THIS AIN'T NO PLACE FOR
ME)
Verse 1：
locked down, bitch, I'm stuck in the city
they runnin' 'round town hollerin', 'Buck in the city!'
yeah, it's bricks in the hood but ain't enough in the city
me and my niggaz eatin' good until the government get me
hundred pounds in the winter, thousand pills in my pocket
and, yeah, since I got it puttin' my young hoes through college
it took a long time so I'm thinkin' long-term...
dip THE swisher in the lean and let it slow-burn...
been ballin', I tell my niggaz, man, it's yo' turn
to serve these fiends until they nose burns
these niggaz scared to look, but they hoes turn...
so they send they bitches to buy their O's for 'em
still strapped in this bitch-- on probation and all
my daughters want them Jordans so I'm breakin' the law
I got birds, ounces, quarters; even bundles of raw
but I'm out here hustlin' like I got nothin' at all
Verse 2：
they raid me and we gon' shoot it out...
I will die about this shit, what is you about？
in the trap with the TVs off, but the camera's on..
junkies knockin' on the door wonderin' if I'm home...
niggaz actin' surprised, they thought I left it 'lone
them other niggaz fallin' off but I kept it on
White Boy drugs.... methadone...
I got 'em poppin' bars 'til they head is gone!
a thick bitch, she be fuckin' with the tabs too
she buy the Valiums, but you gotta have blue
I'm leanin' on the leather..
bitch, I'm doin' better...
Me and 'twan countin' money, itchin' on the yellow
my PO tryna slow me down but I never let her
she poppin' up wherever but I never sweat her...
Li'l bitch, I'm on a whole 'nother level...
the old gold Rollie with the presidential bezzle
6.Money In The Walls
I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt
All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor
All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Police trying to kill me, bitches want my baby
I keep smoking weed so my po think I'm crazy
I got niggas' round me crazy, they don't wanna work
Don't wanna sell this meat, but they wanna smoke this purp
And my mama trying to save me, keep saying go to church
My homey's bitches wanna flirt, she saw me in the club
Get the pulling on my shirt, knowing man he gotta go
I stay on my family biz, for real I wish him well
They get mad about pety shit I'm gonna kill him if they tell
Yeah he won a half of brick, but I'm gonna give him 12
Cause he shot me on the last leg when I didn't had my scale
Cocaine bought Camaros, heroine bought my home
Bitch I was in bankruptcy and nobody had no loans
I got it on my own and then my money long
I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt
All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor
All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
I puff blow money, I tilt down in the jet
We fill out everythang
Couple millions on me, I be big dog stunting
My chevy game right
And we don't give a fuck because we get it by the night
Then chill out in my house, half of mille worth of ice
Got a thousand pounds of meat and a thousand pounds of purple
I keep money in my sofa
And I keep some bitches over, then drank purple when I pull up
I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt
All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor
All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em.
7.Drug Related
Aye, This Cashville Records and you know who else...
Maybach Music
Haha
Alot of shit going on in the streets...
Alot of niggaz ain't here no more...
Hey, have you ever seen a dead body？
And the face the sucker make before you head shot him？
The way a pussy nigga fall when you red dot him？
You know that feeling when you make that call that say we got
him
He left the safe but took his lies with him
So she keep screaming, her man, he put the gun in her hand, and
made his wife hit him
Ain't bout that brown, but the white did it
Instead of servin' the town he rather snort coke with white
women
Dead bodies on the ground comforted in their white linnen
Said I won't fuck with his family, but I might get them
All this poppin bottles celebratin cause you made it
Homicide released a statment
Haha
It's drug related...
Dead body get my hands muddy
I'm gettin rappers out the way, so I can't study
Got me ridir' with a FED charge
With the pasanger saying
'I think I hit him'
Watched his head hit the dashboard
Okay, let's fast forward
Can't have us work for no purpose
This is just the games you play when you at war
What you know about something missing when the low come？
Just to find out that your homeboy stole one
I've seen alot but that's a cold one
Now the gate's cold, they ain't called no one
He paralyzed, but his brother made it
They took a good one, the hole neighbourhood hate him
But it was drug related...
Down to his last, I see desperate written in his face
Keep makin statments like they can't tell if it's in a shape
A half chicken plate, told them it's two ounces over
Meet at a place where we don't have to look over our shoulder
Young nigga hungry, grabed his money, told him that he comin'
Dropped of his kids and told them daddy had to handle something
Picked up the packet and even made it back
Didn't even wait a sec, straight to the kitchen
It's time to make it crack
This shit ain't lockin up and hitin' them up, then take it back
But he was told that once he took it ain't no change in that
When he killed them too quick, when he should have waited
Instead of premeditated it's murder
And it's drug related...
8.Death Of Me
9.Touch The Ceilings
I think it's time to bring the city back, man!
Shout to my nigger Starlito, Starlito
A bunch of college girl a lot of dope boys, dope boys
DJ say, you ain't making low noise
If you think you get money, then let's go for!
I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my hand up, I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
Put my finger up, I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my waiter, I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
pocket, scholarship on my wrist
I put one in the air, for all my partners this day
If I'm losing this trial, you might not see me again!
All I see, a bunch of college girls
A lot of dope boys, G say I ain't making a lot of noise!
If you think you're getting money, then let's go for
They say he ain't got no money if you're damn sure!
I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my hand up, I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
Put my finger up, I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my waiter, I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
And I like girls that like girls, I hope they swallow
Looking for me？ I'm around in G
My old bitch got a Ph.D., my under bitch an under grade
Whenever I say wait up
A bunch of college girl a lot of dope boys, dope boys
DJ say, you ain't making low noise
If you think you get money, then let's go for!
I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my hand up, I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
Put my finger up, I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
I got my waiter, I'm trying to touch the ceiling now!
10.Personal
Yeah Kay Slay, Drama, Whoo Kid
Ya'll keep it real with me
Yeah
(I'm not 'gon play with ya'll)
Good lookin' niggas all the DJs
I got love for ya'll niggas man
(I'm not 'gon play with ya'll)
Now let me take off my vest
Put some shit to rest
Khaled, play my shit nigga, I'm the best
I don't carry grudges cuz, I get it off my chest
I'm a business man and Rick Ross will tell you this
Listen, I'm in a CEO position
So if I was still bullshittin'
You probably would have been a victim
I tried to reach out to show you what I'm about
Make records without me, nigga I am the south
Scarface will tell ya he done ate at my house
In the middle of Miami, Trick Daddy can vouch
Young Jeezy and T.I. be in the streets with Buck
Me and Akon sip Don and Wayne know whats up
Maybe Fat Joe tellin' you don't fuck with The Unit
Terror Squad is your clique you got to stay loyal to it
I'm all in M-I-A- saupassay
You can't ban me from the radio or no DJ
Matter fact all the hate
Make me carry all the weight
While you're takin' over the city i'm takin' over the state
G Unit ain't goin' nowhere
We here
50 made more money than the label this year
The beef is no fun when your enemy is broke
Sometime the captain of the ship sinks his own damn boat
But you playin' with fire
We will not expire
This is ghetto gospel nigga join the choir
See I could make it hard for the fans to buy it
I holla back at ya cause for now i'm tired
Aiyo Banks hand me one of them cigars right there man
You ain't got to say nothing right now, chill out I got this
The things that people do, to try to keep us away
But every dog got his day
I'm not 'gon play with ya'll
Hey what more can I say？
But every dog got his day
So lets load up an AK
I'm not 'gon play with ya'll
Buck the world
You know what it is
My shit bumpin' all over Florida
I mean I'm... I tried to get your man to play my shit
M-I-A- want to hear my shit
I mean they fuckin' with you..
But they fuckin' with me more nigga
Yeah
(The things that people do)
See what it is？
Its like...
I understand your situation man
(I'm not 'gon play with ya'll)
You know？
Being loyal to your crew
Shit i'm loyal like a motherfucker to
But a hit is a hit nigga
(i'm not 'gon play with ya'll)
And in the position you're in my nigga, you got to play the hits
And i'm buckin' nigga
So play my shit, like every other DJ
Yeah
Holla nigga
(So lets load up an AK)
Shout out to street niggas, DJs, all the ladies out there
(Hey)
I ain't 'gon forget ya'll
Yeah i'm heavy in the game right now nigga
(But every dog got his day)
Straight up
And I know 50 just got 400 million right now
But i'm gettin' to the money on my own
I don't need nothin' right now
Its cool to know you got it
Holla
Young Buck
Ca$hville Records nigga
We comin'
(But every dog got his day)
We just got to make sure they put enough zeros on the check
Sha Money
Man, Dre, you told me i'm a beast
Jimmy Iovine
Good lookin' on the game man, yeah
(I'm not 'gon play with ya'll)
I'm here now
Its been a long time to
Now i'm here
You niggas 'gon have to kill me to get rid of me
(So lets load up an AK)
Fuck ya'll
Yeah nigga
Outlawz, C-Bo, 615, thats me motherfuckers
Finish smokin' my weed nigga
And I got a bad bitch too
I ain't 'gon tell you
But shes a bad bitch
Yeah
Do your thang baby
I mean try that motherfuckin' Phantom baby
I'm a sit back on the passenger side, and just smoke my weed
And laugh at these broke ass rappers
Lets Go!
11.Car Clowdy
..it's emotional, a
Clowdy car, car, clowdy car
..still posted up, so minds out
I took a time out just to find out
What a
Got a thing I'm like I'm out
From the bottom of the ball, I climb out
you know I'm back, I
Don't sleep with a nigger, but I still will
..I leave him in the streetnigger
My mind on money, it's just me and Marry,
I don't fuck with no one
Wrap all of my problems up in these tell niggers to blow one
Come on, hit that shit
in the coop like you got no lungs
I'm cooking ..in the
Cause one bitch it just ain't no
My feel's late, my
But I'm a I'mma get through
Ain't twisting, let's twist one up
See what this shit go
Chorus：
Hey! Got the windows up,
Car clowdy with a
Knock you down, but I'm right back up
I'm running around, this bitch like what
Out of control like ain't got no breaks
Still strap like ain't got no case
We're strong, but they got no case
OK!
bad bitch she ain't got no way
Knock down, I can't feel my face
All the hoes, they keep me
You bitch niggers ain't bother me
Mary Jane, keep calling me!
I'mma leave him now
So hard just in the crowd
Fell a nigger ..with my jeans around
We low niggers better hurry up and get your way up!
New strap, new I lost a butt
..money you ain't getting any, we got plenty niggers
Wanna see me go, but I'm still here, to the low
Ready for me on my stay, ready for a ..
..nigger let's fly!
Take an breaking off the
Don't know when I'm coming down tonight
..for three days in the
what you're talking about I'm in the light!
What you're talking about nigger, this is all fair
..and we're giving the man
I ain't drunk, still
..my nigger, finger up!
Life is short, we gonna live shit up, live shit up, live shit
up!
Chorus：
Hey! Got the windows up,
Car clowdy with a
Knock you down, but I'm right back up
I'm running around, this bitch like what
Out of control like ain't got no breaks
Still strap like ain't got no case
We're strong, but they got no case
OK!
bad bitch she ain't got no way
Knock down, I can't feel my face
All the hoes, they keep me
You bitch niggers ain't bother me
Mary Jane, keep calling me!
Gotta get that strap to the max
Looking for enemies, hide to the back
J. F. Kennedy racks on racks
Still got clock on clock.
You niggers all trapped in a
Talk about this, talk about that
Trying to take a trap, when he talking about rats.
I don't know, but what I do know is everywhere I do go
Got my shit all safety!
I don't know about you, though
Pissed off lady, I'mma
Talking dirty, but they ain't got no
Talking but they ain't got no fight
All this talk, I don't need no
The angel's right
My Cush strong, but they got no
My red bone, she ain't got no
This blow, you ain't got no
No witnesses, you ain't got no
I walk with you, you ain't got no
You a drug dealer, but ain't got no way
Small town, nigger
Young nigger wanna eat, but he ain't got no play!
Young nigger wanna ride like he got that hard,
Young nigger die young, but his life just start
Got me walking to the. find that
we're getting to it
We're sticking to it
..we're outlaws, come join the movement!
Chorus：
Hey! Got the windows up,
Car clowdy with a
Knock you down, but I'm right back up
I'm running around, this bitch like what
Out of control like ain't got no breaks
Still strap like ain't got no case
We're strong, but they got no case
OK!
bad bitch she ain't got no way
Knock down, I can't feel my face
All the hoes, they keep me
You bitch niggers ain't bother me
Mary Jane, keep calling me!
12.Think They Know
What is all this talking, what is all these rumors？
What about all this shopping, what about all these shooters？
What about all this Gucci, what about all this Louie？
What about all these bottles, what about all these ？
I've been talking that real shit, now why don't I just show？
Quit lying bitch, I know, why don't I just show？
I've been talking that real shit, now why don't I just show？
Quit lying bitch, I know, why don't I just show？
And I'm bout to blow the whole motor
Might cook the but no shoulder
I booked the show no promoter
Nigga, y'all ain't serving no
Nigga, y'all don't know about fish scales
Y'all don't know about
Y'all don't know about dry cooking
Y'all don't know about microwaves
All of us got money, all of us got bricks
All of us been balling, all of us got whip
All of us is bloods, all of us is cribs
All of us is thugs, all of us is here
We got some bad bitches, I don't think they know
I don't think they know, I don't think they know,
And we get up, I don't think they know, I don't think they
know
I don't think they know,
my table, camera viewing my neighbor
Meet it all in my trailer
Nigga y'all ain't getting no paper
Nigga y'all ain't been to the bay
Nigga y'all don't know about scrapers
Nigga y'all ain't been to L.A. hoe
Nigga y'all just know bout the Lakers
I'm like, who is all of these haters
Where is all this coming from？
What is all this flexing？
And they mad nigga them
Court is now in session, no case, you never caught
Thank you god for my blessing
Bitch I started thiswe street niggas they really have
Can you rap niggas tell me how that feels
I'm back in the booth with a bird on
Drummer boy keeps saying crack kills
All of us got money, all of us got bricks
All of us been balling, all of us got whip
All of us is bloods, all of us is cribs
All of us is thugs, all of us is here
We got some bad bitches, I don't think they know
I don't think they know, I don't think they know,
And we get up, I don't think they know, I don't think they
know
I don't think they know X 2
13.Closer
Big you wharrup homie？
Oh they know we got this come on nigger
It's the streets, it's young buck
I felt like pot when he walked out the peer
It's been 4 years and I'm at it again
And I'm still shedding tears for my dear best friend
Yeah, you no record that nigger
Then on the devil's playground, what the lord ain't nigger
To see me going through it oh you enjoy that didn't you
with the number scratched out
My niggers don't wanna come home, they'd rather max out
2 packs is all it took to pay my tax amount
Let me show you rappers what racks on racks' all about
A hundred pound to all my niggers now they all out
Just no money won't be the reason why we fall out, no ho
I'm in with the daughter on the phone
Saying daddy when you coming home, not long
Been in the trap since 13 now 30 years old getting
Closer to my dreams, you know
I'm getting higher and higher, let's get it
Feeling in my sleep
I mean I've been waiting for this moment yo
Sometimes it feels like I'll never gonna pass
Yeah, hey
Sometimes it feels like I'm stuck forever, ever
I feel so gangster right now man
I'm on my shit
Closer to my dreams, you know
I'm getting higher and higher, let's get it
Blood on my hand, made a mill myself
Bud came to me said fuck your wealth
Fuck my wealth？ Yeah fuck your wealth
When they send you to the pit you ain't nobody nigger
Damnyou right, get closer to my dream,
See what it do like walk like Christ
Stand like Mohamed, speak like pac
Don't be a the real don't die
all living through i
Mama don't cry, death part of life,
Rick hard, cold as ice
Can't trust nothing so it's city in
No deaths, no hood, fuck all fake friends
Optimistic, now watch me win,
I respect my sins
Closer to my dreams
You know, you gotta know where you coming from
To know where you going
I'm getting higher and higher,
Street niggers
Feeling in my sleep
Are we doing this？ We doing it
Sometimes it feels like I'll never gonna pass it
Cash real records understand me nigger
Sometimes feels like I'm stuck forever, ever
Hey nigger, drop the top right now
I'm getting higher, you know
Closer to my dreams
The wait is now over people
I'm getting higher, yeah
Sometimes it feels like I'll never gonna pass it
Money don't make
I just know, the thangs you gonna do in life
Will make you who you are
And I'm good, nigger we good, know that
I'm moving closer to my dreams
Sometimes it feels like I'll never gonna pass it
14.Hate On Me
15.No Smiles
16.Touchdown
17.21 ＆ Up
18.Get It All
(Intro：Young Buck) You know whudd it is. G-Uniit, SAA-OUTH!
(All Star) Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Yeah (G'yeah), I'm tha Prince of tha
'Ville. Ha. All Star. Lyrics wise, I'm tha best man, y'all
already know So dis time around I'm gon' done down my flow, man
There very few rappas dat use to git it off snow From my mouf to
y'all ears, man these niggas is ho's Runnin' around to tha bars,
sayin' how fake I am Then ya see me in tha streets and ya
shakin' my hand (Whuddup Stunna？) Then you pull off in ya ride
and ya playin' my jam Nigga make up ya mind, Is you a hata or
fan？ Damn! Y'all niggas is actin' way to tough Don't make me
send my niggas through, make you shut df up (Shhh) I ain't
givin' in to all dat he sayd she sayd
My niggas (Taking Hits) like Buck ＆ D-Tay Tell me whatchu know
about Star？ Pull out from tha club with ya bitch in the car!
Have they mind blown from tha shit in tha jar And then pop
anutha bottle, 'nutha twisted, nutha gone Easy git anutha bitch,
f＊＊k it - we all rich (F＊＊k It!) Shiit, if we ain't - chya
babymama convinst (Ha ha) Yeah, if he ain't, how he talk so
slick 'Cause on tha low in 04, he really bought those bricks Tha
case is beat, we f＊＊kin' wit' rap (Pac-Man) runnin' wit' us, so
they callin' him bad He offically grind hard, so how gutta's dat
East-syde heavy hittas don't do nuthin' but Trap Tha streets
respect a nigga, 'cause I grind and ball They say Star even
gittin' love behind tha walls Take dis mixtape money, go and buy
me a coup' See, I'm remindin' you, of what you trynnah do
19.Dusted
It is what it is, Lets ride nigga, Yea! What you niggas know
about, slippin they clips in AK's I'm talkin bout hittin niggas
blocks
tips The beef bout to be handled nigga gimme bout 5 minutes I'm
prayin ain't no kids out playin today 'cause I ain't tryna see
no babies gettin hit with a stray So if ya enemy is hidin home
then turn off ya lights Then throw this bitch in bar, we gettin
out tonight I wanna look him in his eyes before he die Some
niggas get away when the shells start to fly We gonn' make sure
anybody out there breathin gonn' be bleedin Everybody out there
leakin then we leavin We get away, car parked in a dark alley
Just cut up through the yard, hop a fence then we at it We off
to the next block, catch me if you can Gunpowder on my shirt and
some blood on my hands Never thought I'd see the day that I'd be
killin me a man This here for 50's enemies to make em understand
that
these muthafuckas soon as the sun set Gangsta with it, homie you
know how I do This just a lil somethin you can let off ya glock
to Even tho we killed one and we ain't done yet We ridin on
these muthafuckas soon as the sun set Gangsta with it, homie you
know how I do This just a lil somethin you can let off ya
chopper to
ain't learn my lesson I bought me some band-aids and hand
grenades And I'd pull the pin and throw it where ya family stay
This the hood muthafucka not Sandro Pay You hear the police
sirens all god damn day We huntin for our prey, if we see em we
eat em And fuck the D.A., they ain't takin my freedom So when
you make this turn, ima let off this thang Retaliating on them
bitches like Hugh did Kane Insane, I'm the black John Wayne With
a chrome Fo-Fo, put a hole in ya frame Detectives found em with
his watch and his chain And some money in his pocket, a bullet
in his brain Never thought I'd see the day that I'd be killin me
a man This here for Yayo enemies to make em understand what I'm
sayin is
on these muthafuckas soon as the sun set Gangsta with it, homie
you know how I do This just a lil somethin you let ya fo-five
off to Even tho we killed one and we ain't done yet We ridin on
these muthafuckas soon as the sun set Gangsta with it, homie you
know how I do This just a lil somethin you let ya 12-gauge off
to
But thinkin how they shot my cousin, I just bust mine Hard
people glance, glock under my waist This big fat ass officer
ain't gonn' win this chase I'm paranoid but I got away clean And
I don't be havin all them nightmare dreams They say I have no
conscience, my heart just cold 'cause I don't try to squash it,
ya boy just roll We hold niggas hostage, ya kid now hosed The
news to this game man we play how it goes The feds know my name
so I stay on the low Every murder that go down they knockin at
my door Gotta know what you doin and how to shuffle it out And
once the homie go do it he gotta muzzle his mouth I never
thought I'd see the day that I'd be killin me a man This here
for Banks enemies to make em understand what I'm sayin is
on these muthafuckas soon as the sun set Gangsta with it, homie
you know how I do This just a lil somethin you let ya Tec 9 off
to Even tho we killed one and we ain't done yet We ridin on
these muthafuckas soon as the sun set Gangsta with it, homie you
know how I do This just a lil somethin you let ya .40 Cal off to
20.I'm Ready
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