1.The Blues
I give niggas the blues＊
Like an LA county jump suit
Hop inside the phantom like the nigga Donald Trump do
And just cruise control until I lose control
These rubberband tires sitting on two's and four's
I pick and choose my foes
And with abusive flows I set traps so no rat can climb through
his hole
touch my chedder bring out baretta's
Trying to floss be a boss
We do 6 hundreds or better
Chopping up raw lettuce
My bitch got a coke fetish
Still a fan cause she running through lines like Jerome Bettis
Iced out Coogi sweater, air ones, Louie checker belt
Got me swimming through these bitches like Mike Phelps
Drop top phantom so the World know I'm hazing
Catch contact high while I listen to Miles Davis
Lay my head back and just cruise
Tommy turn down the muthafucking bass and give niggas the blues
Yeah I give niggas the blues
Drumma boy adjust the bass and give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
Been through it
The picture you see now I drew it
Service myself change the oil and transmission fluid
Mel Gibson on these hoes on these 24s
I'm still the truth in this game full of Pinnochio's
Filed bankrupt like what you gon take next from me
Then I bought a jet for me, call it IRS money
Its money, power, respect
Buddy you wrong
Respect power and money
Now what the fuck is you on
This a dessert storm I get my Clue on
Standing in a room full of bloods with my blue on
Revolver on my waist but the barrell on it too long
Can't even fucking move, I aint used to having no suit on
I'm doing what I do, ya'll don't think I moved on
With or without a crew
My bills is still due on the first like you
Pull up in anything bitch I'm BB King
And I break the rules
I will give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
Take drumma boy beat and give niggas the blues
yeah
2.Reality Check
3.Smoke Our Life Away
Yeah (echoes)
Ay wuddup peedo,
rest in peace pimp c,
texas what it do？!
Ay (echoes)
Haha
It's Young Buck
Yeah (echoes)
Tennessee to Texas, you know we been doin this shit out here
Bun B I see ya Big Homie!
This is real nigga shit right now
I'm just connecting the dots,
Gettin new kinda money you understand this？？
Haha
Shit is happening out here
Yeauh!
Ay what it do, nigga young buck!
Verse 1
couldnt catch em in the streets, but we got em in the pen,
tha homies put the knife in the skin, the night came in,
bitch niggas wanna shoot me, say im sorry
apologizin, sayin daddy wadnt fatherin
But i aint even trippin, no
ey what dey hittin foe？
look ya in ya eyes, say it's cool when ya really know
that Ima act a fool with tha choppa
i move with the choppa (what)
crazy white boys go to school with tha choppa
75 years, Max B, rest my patna
i hope the judge die, niggas gang rape his momma
I'm in the airport hopin that tha line coo,
Listenin to these crackers talkin bout swine flu
(Chorus) Mary's Callin Me, I think she knows me name (knows my
name)
am i callin you？ or do you feel my pain？ (feel my pain)
that's why we smoke our life away (hey!)
smoke our life away!
that's why we smoke our life away (hey!),
smoke our life away!
and why we smoke our life away？
smoke our life away! (ayy)
that's why we smoke our life away (hey),
smoke our life away!
Verse 2
Lil chris out the fed, say he bout ta do his best,
he had a job
they did a background check,
and broke his heart
ten people in the house, eight kids
three bedrooms, but this is how it is
coat hanga antennas on the floor bottom,
fridgerator gotcha name on the coke bottle (yeah)
so who da fuck i'm posed to follow？
the nigga gettin money, other ones just follow
keesha wanna hit tha club cuz her crew amped,
but she broke, so she gotta go and sell her food stamps
her lil sista the babysitter, she got a lil nigga tryna make a
baby wit her
dont nobody know where momma at (yeah)
daddy left last year (what) and never comin back
the youngest one his son and he watchin it all,
sayin hold on yall, one day we gon' ball (uhh)
(chorus)
Yea you know cuz they, they be wantin ta know
why the fuck we, you know, smoke this mothafuckin weed
nigga we got problems around here nigga,
this the ghetto, nigga
mothafuckas dont know about the mothafuckin streets,
then dont talk about the mothafuckin streets nigga
cuz we out here gettin it how we live nigga, yeah!
understand me nigga
dont underestimate me, understand me nigga
Yeah!
Scarface wuddup Big Homie？!
Oh Yeah, Big shit goin down nigga
Hey!
This what we gon' do niggas
We just gon' roll up,
we gon smoke one for the niggas locked up
we gon smoke one for the niggas dead and gone
we gon keep on gettin money nigga
young buck, cashville records,
the outlawz nigga they aint went nowhere nigga
(chorus)
4.Hood Documentary
5.Statistics
6.Tha Streetz
7.The Bust
8.This Is Mine
9.When The Rain Stops
Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Derrick Johnson
Summertime drop top shit, ya know
(Hey, what it do)
Yeah
(It's goin' down, we pullin' the cars out man)
When the rain stops
(Let's ride)
Come on
(You know what it is)
Come on
Yeah
(Hey)
Hey
(I'm talkin' about Cashville sunshine)
You know what it is
(Miami sunshine)
When the rain stops
(California sunshine)
Let's get it
Hey, what it do shorty, yeah
(Hey)
Woke up ready to shine, I'm ready to grind
In '08, I was '09, ahead of my time
I'm about to give it to 'em
(Give it to 'em)
Yeah fresh out the shop
(What？)
Let me call Big Rich, tell him pull out his drop
I walk in my walk in closet
Shorty got a outfit for me but I already bought it
(Yeah)
Breakfast, yes it's the morning blunt
(Aight)
I get a couple more in me, then we goin' to lunch
(Woo)
Put on my necklace, white gold, nothin too reckless
(Nah)
But just enough ice to make you haters respect this
(Okay)
Garage door open, about to do my thizzle
(Come on)
Shit goin good 'til I felt that drizzle
(Damn)
(Hey Buck, where you at？)
Right back in my drop top, make the front end hop
Hit the block, when the rain stops
I'm donut ridin' and I can't stop
Sittin' high, no lie, just watch
When the rain stops
We trappin' over here around the clock
Got the block on lock
It don't matter if the rain stops
Now make it rain
(Make it rain)
Make it rain
(Make it rain)
Make it rain
(Make it rain)
Rain drops
Day turns to night as the rain pours
(Yeah)
Wet streets, still I'm a do what I came for
(Let's go)
Black skies got the ghetto inside
(Hey!)
All the hustlers that was tired, waitin' on the sunrise
(Yeah)
Right back before all the mud dries
(What？)
This is what happens
(When？)
When a thug cries
(Aight)
I'm everywhere like a Crip with Blood ties
(What it do)
My niggaz like 'Buck let one of us drive'
(Hold up)
They know I'm gon' be doin' a buck five
(Yeah)
Brand new rims
(Hey)
Plus tires
(Ha, ha)
Even if the storm don't stop
(Yeah)
When it does get hot
(What？)
You can bet the whole pot
I am in the hood like
Right back in my drop top, make the front end hop
Hit the block, when the rain stops
I'm donut ridin' and I can't stop
Sittin' high, no lie, just watch
When the rain stops
We trappin' over here around the clock
Got the block on lock
It don't matter if the rain stops
Now make it rain
(Make it rain)
Make it rain
(Make it rain)
Make it rain
(Make it rain)
Rain drops
See I remember way back
When my grandmother used to be like
'Boy turn that TV off, it's raining outside'
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
And just like then
I can't wait to get back out there
So I can keep shinin' on you hatin' ass niggaz
It's Young Buck bitch, hey
(Hey)
And just know one thing shorty
It can't rain forever baby
I'm comin'
(I'm comin')
I'll be on my way to get it
(On my way to get it)
Yeah
(Yeah)
Just hold up for a minute
(When the rain stops)
And yeah, you know what to do
Just turn me up and listen to them
(Rain drops, ha, ha)
DJ's know what it is
The streets know what I'm a do
(When the rain stops, let's go)
And then it's right back
(Then it's right back)
But y'all always gon' hear them
(Rain drops)
(Hey Buck, where you at？)
Right back in my drop top, make the front end hop
Hit the block, when the rain stops
I'm donut ridin' and I can't stop
Sittin' high, no lie, just watch
When the rain stops
We trappin' over here around the clock
Got the block on lock
It don't matter if the rain stops
Now make it rain
(Make it rain)
Make it rain
(Make it rain)
Make it rain
(Make it rain)
Rain drops
10.Ya Betta Know It
Ho, niggas got it fucked up for real
Supa thug in my bandanna
got my face covered
watch me roll this quarter ounce blunt,
and don't waste nothin'
bitch i know you hate me
but you wont say nothin'
me and my AK huntin'
since you wanna taste somethin'
I don't pay for shit
but i will take the hit
pull the Benz out
and pull the pin out
and make 'em quit
don't compare me to them coward niggas
you been bitchin' with
out there swimmin' in that water
we gon' see how deep it gets
we don't drive by
we get out and walk by
parties in the street
yellow tape, white chalk lines
cant afford to let em blow it
right now i'm ready for it
realist nigga in this rap shit
bitch you better know it
I just think you better know it
you better know it (x8)
26 inches
A problem, i just bought me
This should be ridiculous,
niggas kill for this versache
first i hit the lights
hit the gas
watch me open up my stash
i reach in, get my strap
yeah, then put on my mask
got a face full of teardrops
still you aint no goon
niggas die right here on this block
this ain't no cartoon
put bulletholes all in ya gucci
let you pick the spot
on where to let a nigga
shoot ya ass
Chopper cut ya head
hit his leg till it strike out
let him think he made it
then ya knock his whole life out
Borrow money bitch
go to jail, i'm gettin' right out
stop and see my kids
then i'm on the next flight out
I just think you better know it
you better know it (x17)
11.Keep It Moving
12.Not Killing Me
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