1.Get Your Murder On
(feat. Rizin Sun)
You niggaz got me fucked up, it's time to go to war
Nigga so what's up, I bust up, any muh'fucker feelin he rougher
I can't get enough of, showin niggaz what time it is
Go inside his crib, find his kids 'til we find the shit
Go ahead and keep buyin shit, act like you run the town
On the worst day, your birthday, that's when I cut you down
Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound
Get a black dickie fit, can't forget the hundred rounds
Still a murder man, told myself I'd never hurt again
Niggaz out here hoes, so I'm kickin in they do's
And nobody knows when a nigga like me be comin
Nigga stop drop and roll when a nigga like me be gunnin
Wanna live to see tomorrow？ Better calm down your woman
And that shit in that plastic bag better be all hundreds
When my mask down, that mean I'm ready to blast now
Taught your ass a lesson, bet you'll learn how to act now
Get your murder on - cock it back and let it go
Bitch I represent them killers who be kickin in them do's
Get your muder on - black down from head to toe
See I tried to tell you once niggaz don't want war
Just look at life from my point of view, run where I call home
Feel what a gun do and I'll bet you {？}
Wonder why my mind strong livin the life
When niggaz really don't live long playin me sheist
See I'm goin all out, like straight hoes to dykes
Switchin the game around like Reeboks from Nikes
Stayin in my black dickies, t-shirts all white
Thugged out, what it's all about, all right
Let's just shoot it out now, we can do it all night
It don't matter, the 50 caliber gon' bite
Watch 'em scatter, the loud sound got 'em all fright
Get the cheddar, then let them cowards hear the dual pipes
When we bite, we fight like pits on red meat
Is this life the shit nigga？ Yes it fuckin be
Freaks take a glimpse, they scream Buck's the shit
Now fiend for the dick, as I lean in the 6
Back in my 'llac the auto fo'-fo's and Optimos
Kickin in do's on the one stressin {？}
Let me get that out you hoes, me and my snub nose
Bonnie and Clyde, when we ride, both of us have open eyes
Realized I'm a young nigga, puttin it fuckin down
Never goin to sleep without a hundred fuckin miles
Layin it down, my name is known throughout town
Blaka blaka, blaka blaka
2.All My Life
Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Dantae Tyson Mckinney
Now we can't lose fo' sho'
Ya'll niggaz wanna know what we did this is what we did nigga
Extended the family world-wide, recruited a couple comrades
I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats
Bad ass lil' nigga wit' a trash bag now I gotta confess it
Every day arrested
Niggaz wanna test this to get at the hoes
So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold
Bitches 17 years old, round 100 kilos
Half of y'all pickin' pot out your nose with Afros
Rollin' with the big boys soakin' up game
And we'll be back seat with the cardier frames
The easier it got nigga the harder it came
But I stayed in the game, that's the heart in this mayne
There'll be hell on earth if I stay in the game
Talk about kickin' up dirt like the broncos plane
Call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways
A hato's man feel crime don't pay
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
The last verse I wrote, I burned my hand
'Cause there's only so much heat, that my hand can stand
I'm too hot to spit that, you not you get that
Don't get to height or this glock'll click back
I bitch smack niggaz and I ain't that mean
My chopper gon' do you proper look at what that did
I'm clip flipin', pistol grippin', dippin', set trippin'
Believe me you don't wanna see me wit' the 4tec spittin'
You bull-shittin', I'm just goin' live by you guys
My whole team roll me homey, ride or die
Ridin' high, Sheaf and do-do like I'm in Cali
I'm type this one for the block and blast from the alley
I'm raw wit' it Tony Montana, extra banana
Interstate from my way down to Atlanta, comes from a scanna
Just crossed the Tennessee line
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
It's all for one and one for all nigga
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
Now let ya nuts hang nigga
Start up the engine in the cut thang nigga
Brang pain to these niggaz, ice on my trigga finga
Let the world know, I'm a balla when I came for the scrilla
Gorilla they gon' label me
Ain't no way y'all bitches gon' disable me, put me on cable TV
Peace treaties ain't accepted here, blood-bath
Split him in half now nigga from his feet to his ear
If I don't know ya then its fuck ya, we ain't talkin' shit out
Catch me at ya people, we jus' sparkin' shit out
Yeah, I'm so hood, that bullshit you spittin' ain't no good
I bust a nigga weave, act like poppin' a car hood
You want ya gurl back, pay the fee and it's all good
Until I cop a 7-series beamer wit' all wood
My whole team makin' riches we shinin', we ball good
You can boss and Young Buck'll catch us our hood
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
3.Blood In Blood Out
Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Aaron Jones, Dantae Tyson Mckinney
Dis for all dem niggaz out dere jackin'
This how we gon' put it down
Dem gangsta niggaz from J.C. center court 12th, 3rd Avenue, my
block
Nigga, murder, murder mayne
I come nake faceded, ain't no need for a ski-mask
From neck down, I'm black down, eye to eye when I blast
No question, I got the code
Now how many bodies out there, take out before I reload, hit 'em
below
His fuckin' knees, before we leave, we gon' locate them ki's
A nigga gotta eat, ya heard me？
You know the player when we get there, kill everything in there
Leavin' no clues, like we never even been there
Life ain't fair but fuck it, it's a new year
I'm grabbin' my strap, cockin' it back and boo-yaa
We almost thay, lock down the spot
Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot
One of them, all day killers, who's hard to spot
Jackin' all y'all whether it's dark or not
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, oh, I'm clearin' the block
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, we clearin' the block
We did our job, now we on the next mission
The next victim, go on, see if the tec spittin'
No bullshittin', see they don't know just how we livin'
I'm goin' all out, I ain't scared to go to prison
Make your own decision, it's gon' be a long ride
I need the money, I can't wait a long time
Keep a strong mind 'cause we done waited in a long line
Just to get our shine on, now it's our time
Believe that, it's our turn
Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned
We all must learn, that money is the key to life
And niggaz gon' die if we ain't eatin' right
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, oh, I'm clearin' the block
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, we clearin' the block
Who you know livin' right, ain't nobody spreadin' love
Niggaz snow off that white, goin' out and sheddin' blood
Life lookin' like my momma said it would
Whether or not, I still ride for the hood, I'm on my block
My niggaz they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops
From J.C., the center court life's hard knocks
Hold on, grab your glock, did you see the car stop？
Which one？ The black Benz with the top dropped
Fuck 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot
Represent how I'm livin', keep on drivin' down the block
Oh, it's on now, let's take the back route
Get your mac out, it's blood in blood out
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, oh, I'm clearin' the block
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, oh, we clearin' the block
Clear the block, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Nuttin' but gangsta niggaz be clearin' the block
Ay man, Rizin Sun and Buck
4.Thug In The Club
Lyricist：David Brown, Bernard Freeman, Dantae Tyson Mc Kinney
You've just been cracked, another Smoov Jizzell production
Buck and Bun B y'all niggaz can't see this nigga
Cashville to Texas
We snatchin' niggaz out they Movada and bitches outta they Prada
Get a shot of this Don Dada, keep it hot as Nevada
Spot a hater with a lot of plex, make you come to terms with
yo'self
No matter how you flex, even with a lot of checks
It's small change, don't bitch when we step up in y'all range
These broke niggaz gon' find a way, we tend to ball strange
I'm the king of the block, steady bringin' the rock
So potent I promise these fiends feel the sting in they socks
But see the sun gon' come out tomorrow so when you try to ease
away
With these cheese today that you 'bout to borrow
With or without the sorrow, me and Buck is down to blast
Still smash real fast kill niggaz from Texas to Cashville
It's suicide, bustin' as me is like
Bustin' at you in that, situation who would ride？
You if you stupid thug, so if you get shot dead
I hope that it's a Cupid slug, that show my crew some love
Now when the thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs
Show that nigga some love, show that nigga some love
And for the ones in the back, who be smokin' the bud
Show them boys some love, show them boys some love
Now when the thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs
Show that nigga some love, show that nigga some love
And for the ones in the back, who be smokin' the bud
Show them boys some love, show them boys some love
Don't be scared to get your mind blown, nigga where you from
If you ain't got nuttin' to take home, you need to get you one
Ain't nobody got no job party 'til you see the sun
When the music stop, lights on, then you know it's done
We gon' finish blowin' one 'fore we hit the exit
Like whenever I'm with Bun, puttin' it down in Texas
When there's thugs in the club, ain't nobody restless
Niggaz smashin' they dubs, showin' off they necklace
Test this, if you want to, it's somethin' you wouldn't wan' do
Nigga's bitches chosin' niggaz now we got attitude
Doin' what I have to do whenever it jump off
See my niggaz they will catch you and show you who's boss
Throw a blow, and get tossed, shit it ain't my fault
Niggaz tried to teach lessons ended up gettin' taught
Cashville to New York, ain't nuttin' but real thugs
So, when you see Buck and Bun B, show us love
Now when the thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs
Show that nigga some love, show that nigga some love
And for the ones in the back, who be smokin' the bud
Show them boys some love, show them boys some love
Now when the thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs
Show that nigga some love, show that nigga some love
And for the ones in the back, who be smokin' the bud
Show them boys some love, show them boys some love
I'm thankin' Bun already told ya we ain't nuttin' but some
killers
We come with banana clips, we ain't monkeys we gorillas
We chasin' the Scrilla, I hope you get the picture
Bun B done do for the dirty and I'm the mayor of the muddy
Shit gon' get bloody and ugly if one of you bitches touch me
And pop loud, we ain't in Moscow, bitch why you rushin'
You a hoe-ass nigga and that's the end of the discussion
All that cussin' and loud bluffing gon' make me get to bustin'
On my waistline tuckin' somethin' to quiet all your yuppin'
I'm a big dog y'all puffin' one more peep and I'm muffin'
When y'all niggaz gon' realize we some young'ns that's thuggin'
Waitin' for bustin' just some animals not givin a fuckin'
We them niggaz that's clubbin', fightin' security jumpin' line
in V.I.P.
While y'all bitch niggaz standin' there doin nuttin'
All my real niggaz throw up your sets and let 'em know
When you're thuggin' in the club that's how it go Cashville!
Now when the thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs
Show that nigga some love, show that nigga some love
And for the ones in the back, who be smokin' the bud
Show them boys some love, show them boys some love
Now when the thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs
Show that nigga some love, show that nigga some love
And for the ones in the back, who be smokin' the bud
Show them boys some love, show them boys some love
5.Caught In The Wind
Ay they can't handle this one
This for the block nigga, what？
I make one move, hit your block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole block cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart catch not
When the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it back
All my niggaz you hunt around so what you packin a gat？
Just leave that where it's at, or leave here on your back
Make one move like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm givin you, but you never did listen
So I'm spittin Smith ＆ Wessons 'til they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin rollin with my cousin Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the candy painted 'llac
We max, and gettin all these hoes for they cheese
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they ki's
Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the
pen
Left niggaz layin dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out 'til the end
Still we gon' keep ridin 'til we caught in the wind
Nigga I'm gon' make it if I gotta rob and steal
Cock back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real
When the coast is cleared that's when I plan my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my first shot is debate
Don't be late, Buck we got hits to make
50 is you with me, if they really want me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't leave home
Without the gun, blaze one
They got me nationwide all over the world they tryin to turn me
in
But the pearls, I think ahead on that
Fuck the pen, I'm tryin to see my money stacks
If you lookin for me I'm where the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal gettin smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on some major shit
Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe that
I need to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last words in when the soldier's rag over my nose
Look the anger done build up, I'm damn near about to blow
Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm right at zero
Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're lucky
When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that rush me
Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get musty
This occassion calls for military issue buddy
My fetti took a slight fall now y'all gon' be bloody
Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the city
Ain't fakin none to DT's, you got it then come and get me
But the form I come in, I swear it's hard to hit me
Not a face bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my dickies
6.Crime Pays
State to state, slippin slate nigga
This for the block nigga
E'ry nigga out there who God damnit maintainin
off slangin 'caine and all dem, thangs
And y'knowwhatI'mtalkinbout I feel that (I feel that)
See I done been in that situation where niggaz flip birds
Y'all know the gangsta, lil' young nigga
Who thugged out all night on the curb, came up from a GRAM
And bitch I got 'em warrin for 10-5, the new nigga in town
I'm the king of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to splurge for all you niggaz want an ounce
Ain't no problem with the product, long as you got the amount
And every bit of my fetti, cause every bit of it count
I'ma roll in the low, rain snow hot or cold
Finish my narcotics and put my bitches on the road
First nigga try and jack, watch murder go kill them hoes
All white, no crack, how I get it, how it go
17 years old, I'm rappin 10 at a time
To me, front shit ain't punk shit, long as I get mine
And we can get down to shine, no more sellin them dimes
Put 20's on our rides, fuck hoes with thick thighs
Then maybe you can see, how it is to be rich
You ain't heard about a nigga？ I be servin them bricks
Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
If crime didn't pay, I'd be still on the strip [repeat 2 lines
3X]
Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
Look - if crime didn't pay, I'd be still on the strip
I've survived off this cocaine game, and it's a strain to my
brain
to front a nigga a thang, 'bout mine he won't complain
Conversation rule the nation, y'all niggaz know the sayin
Prayin I don't catch ya wit'cha watch I'll take ya out the
picture
Money run the country, similar to Adolf Hitler
Always been to drugs but see it's different kind of dealers
You pay what you weigh, or should I say, get my scrilla
Not tomorrow but today, okay, it's on the real'a
I ain't tryin to be a killer just a nigga 'bout his cheddar
And I ain't got it, you can't cancel the bill collector
Coulda been did your rump, put your family in the middle
But I chose to be a man and keep it on that level
Your potnahs done told you about this young runnin rebel
And the load he carries behind if I can't get mine
So robbin niggaz blind is the way I'ma play the game
Gotta respect my mind and if you don't you still payin
I'm a 100% for the Presidents
I never been hesitant, to leave 'em layin with no evidence
Gotta make the best of this, stack my cheese
Then come back and get the rest of it, transportin ki's
In the Benz with the leather kit, ride with me
When you hear that Desert Eagle click it's world war 3
This ain't how it 'posed to be, but ain't no fuckin role model
Besides people down in hell still want ice water
Now how you livin nigga？ When hard times come
can you stand prison nigga, or you gon' run yo' tongue？
What's that on yo' arm？ You feel like it make a man？
Well let me get that and yo' charm, but turn around and count to
10
Can't turn soldier in one day, the thug gotta just be within
your blood or yo' family, the streets gon' tell how good you
been
But see I'm a young nigga {edited} in his face
Since 12 I had a triple beam servin them cakes
7.Penny Pinching
D-Tay Man deez niggas talkin bout dey got dis and dat.
Man im just- I feel dem man ... penny pinchin and shit.
Niggaz workin wit somethin round my way,
I aint really gotta say to much,
if you know Young Buck you know Money Motha Fuckas..
Man its all about platinum from the records to the neclace boi,
Dont hand me the keys if it aint show room floor,
Ten diamonds in the rolli betta add ten more,
From the bend up lift my hands up good lord,
Wats the use of a playa wit paper dat dont show it,
Screamin I got money but dont nobody no it,
I work for it, so dat mean i got da right to roll twenties,
And sag my jeans, da average gehtto childs dream,
turnin some cream and rollin vitwizy wil lizzy, why still hes a
team,
and seem ive accomplished dat,
bought a charm, went in a vice I took it back,
when I return i want all my diamonds phat,
I cant get off track,
when my dawgs in my pack feel just like that,
look park your cadillacs aint no time for stallin,
while you penny pinchin playa i be out der ballin,
Yall niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,
For deez two young niggaz buy up all da ice,
It started from servin bikes to trucks wit door pipes,
Wen ya see Buck and Tay I bet ya look twice,
Yo mind must the still in da gutta,
thinkin we gon suffa,
id ratha ductape yo mutha,
and be on dis summa,
take da factory off and put some chrom on da hummer,
top down and reverse when its lightin and thundrin,
had da whole world wonderin bout my age and shit,
17 wit a 20 year old agent bitch,
flip 12 whole things and im savin 6,
to serve deez desperate niggaz who payin 20 a brick,
my niggaz dey smoke skunk, drink henny till we sick,
wit they afros out dey love to hear dem guns click,
see im blindin deez bitches every time my tounge flick,
and i work wit deez hos jaws gone just dont quit,
relax and let it come to ya, never been weed,
especially wen niggaz got plugs ova seas,
neva was a wanna be, label me a gonna be,
I told yall look wat dis gang don done to me,
Yall niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,
For deez two young niggaz buy up all da ice,
It started from servin bikes to trucks wit door pipes,
Wen ya see Buck and Tay I bet ya look twice,
Yo yall can stay in line waitin to shine ... but not me,
Id rather be caught drunk in the V.I.P,
Sly B stop me, Ima look at you funny,
Yall blow brown weed, we be blowin dat gummy,
noz that grind roll wit niggaz dat hold der money,
while yall floss chicken heads dat on the low be junkies,
Yall know me one, betta yet call us gorillaz,
you surrounded by playas, while im surounded by killaz,
Thats know to here, beefin nigga block in a minute,
you just packin twenty rounds we gon put fifty in it,
still aint finished, my niggas trin for dis,
you get thrown out da click if you aim and miss,
we train to hit, just like you would train a pig,
dont be arguin wit deez niggaz get dey thing and spit,
change you fifth, if you smart youd get you things and get,
cause dem niggaz dat was witch dat didnt shoot no sinch,
now whos a bitch, yall heads is new to dis,
Im da ones dat come blastin out da blue and shit,
move dis shit wit amo dat come throw dis shit,
have your mother at your grave wit da blues and shit,
Ya loose wit dis, specially when you think its your turn,
Cause my 5 gon burn yall gon learn,
Or gon earn another spot in da dirt,
Cause i spit dis shit dat hurt, shit can jurk,
shit can work, shit datll tear your shit,
shit datll have your mother sittin front seat in the church,
You know how we work, we flossin we gotta look nice,
You niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,
Yall niggaz is penny pinchin betta getcha shit right,
For deez two young niggaz buy up all da ice,
It started from servin bikes to trucks wit door pipes,
Wen ya see Buck and Tay I bet ya look twice,
8.All About Money
You a thug like me
You can catch me green stick it up
Dick it up
Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks
Need work on the low nigga hit me up
Never quick enough after pickin up
Feds on a nigga block ridiculous
Cuz the game done brought all our shit to us
I done bit the dust-countinus
Now I ride double ？ to the ind you bust
Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch
17 but its real when you playin with much
One in the chamber on the table when you chillin for lunch
And head up with your door open feelin your blunt
Where im from 20 gone by the end of the month
I get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the blunt
Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump
If its on-first draw thats a nigga wit luck
All niggas playin games start endin 'em up
Cause your block young buck will start bendin 'em up
As soon as your adrenaline pump
Make way dear lord cause im sendin 'em up
Its all about money
Gettin major paid
Stack your cheese in all different ways
Tote your strap and keep your khakis creased
Yeah nigga, you a thug like me？
They call me D-tays up
Get 'em up put the aks on
Let 'em know we don't play sir
Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah
Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah
Wanna play rough？
Y'all cats wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff
Niggas wanna start shit with they gun then run
Tay don't wanna chase ya
Bullets wait ta, replace ya
Hit 'em with the shells of the 45
Make 'em all duck, with the four-five buck
Put 'em all up
Got 2 so we got you but we don't give a fuck
Seals comin gunnin out the cut
Spittin at you cats
Spittin 50 rounds like im spittin on a track
Y'all niggas know that you can't hold that
Ima spit the gat 'til the gat click-clat
Then chit chat
Niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this heat gone
burn
Ima show ya cats how to bus y'all guns
Hit a nigga up and leave his ass left numb
Dont play with me
You know I spray the heat
The A.K. gun niggas down fatefully
You think expectfully, just wait and see
Young buck and D-tay nigga ready to g
If it pays to be, the boss in the cause
My gun so big gotta limp when I walk
Dont talk the talk cause T.I.P. we comin
First go about money
Its all bout thuggin
Gettin paid and shit
You either slang the dope or hit major licks
Thats why all my niggas be sevin bricks
Y'all gunna see what we workin with
Not me baby doll
I ain't hurtin for shit
G.S. 400 with a leather kit
Oh you don't wanna holla？
Well whatever bitch
Dont say shit when the bezzle flip
See a nigga tote straps for the hell of it
I ain't givin a fuck about jealous shit
And I don't smoke weed for the smell of it
Just before I kill, I inhale the shit
You can't trail me bitch I be in 50 states
Paranoid, with about 50 cakes
Once a nigga find out its all heart no shake
Thats when I infest the place
Im thugged out
Up in the drug house
Got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce
We da real ass niggas, all work no slouch
Can I get that there？ all that count
All they amount
But when it go down and a nigga make all ya say all that out
What you gunna do nigga what you about
Either ride or die, when im raised in the south
Love the block, when a nigga wake up, I wash my face and then
hug my Glock
Brush my teeth and scream south side, smoke a blunt and put on
my socks
But it still don't stop, from dusk to dawn
A nigga been out here on his own-livin day to day
See im only 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm
9.Cant Keep Livin
Ay let me get that ski-mask D-Tay
Priest, load up the strap mayne
Let me go get some money mayne
Life ain't 'posed to be like this, robbery and poverty
24 hour shifts to keep this cocaine off of me
Y'all ain't livin how I'm livin, one mo' week I'm seein prison
Cause to get what I'm after, a nigga might be missin
I ain't listenin to shit, hit the Sweet and load the clip
Cause if crime didn't pay, then I'd be still on the strip
You niggaz still runnin yo' lips, I be runnin them zips
Up and down the interstate, makin ten G's a trip
A hardheaded nigga, do whatever it takes
to go and get that bread nigga, heard what I said nigga？
Been misled for a long time, waited in a long line
Finally I'm here, now this rap game is mine
Keep the herb burnin, ain't nuttin changed cause I'm worth
somethin
Y'all know the Young Buck, I'ma leave this earth bluntin
But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry
Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary
Hey - I can't keep livin this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid
Ain't no nigga out here heaven-sent, not on these streets
E'rybody want the Presidents cause niggaz gotta eat
So I try to leave no evidence and come when you sleep
In your residence nigga until my mission's complete
Stay draped in my heat, paranoid like that
You kill me？ R.I.P. I got boys like that
Who said they needed a white pack to strike back, shit
Just give me the right mac and nigga I'll be right back
Hardcore, and show these niggaz they don't want war
You want more？ Well gimme what I'm here for
Y'all know I been raw, from day one
This teenager with the big boys, gettin the job done
Got a daddy, but he ignored both of his sons
Had to pay for my own way, as a child on the run
I ain't scary, the AK-47, I married
Cause a nigga had to have that by any means necessary
Look what y'all done to me, forced a nigga to this point
Wouldn't feed me when I was hongry, I couldn't ignore it
But I stay to my - lonely, and didn't show it
So when I killed you and your homies, you wouldn't know it
Cristal I let you po' it while I fuck with the Hennessy
All this time I'm the nigga that you pretend to be
Tables done turned now I'm like 'Remember me？
The same lil' nigga you overcharged for a ki'
Times hard on a G, you was larger than me
Young, but I ain't dumb, you ain't smarter than me
Give niggaz a inch, and they takin the whole mile
So I hop out the 6, and I takin they whole pile
Uh-uh whoa now, how many niggaz see this grown child
Shit gettin hectic then you shut 'em down
Tennessee to Uptown, niggaz is thuggin, mean muggin
Ain't no stoppin I'm hot, and the game is what I'm lovin nigga
Get money nigga!
10.Hard Hitters
You can smoke one to the head to this
Rizin Sun, Young Buck (What), First Born (What), and D-Tay
Them four hard hitters nigga and we back
Another dope track, know what I'm sayin' what yo
Yo we them hard hitters
Them drag you out the yard niggaz
Bout to squab triggers
That leave you in the dark nigga
We raw nigga
Them same superstar nigga
Them anytime goin' right ain't no bar nigga
We blow figures
To show you who the boss nigga
That drops niggaz
With the chrome Moss nigga
You lost nigga
See T.I.P. don't like the game
Ya get outta line and T.I.P. gon' like they aim
Is it my turn to show them niggaz we be stars on tracks
Start up beef, we in yo front yard with gats
So don't go with that, we leave you flat paralyzed from the neck
With a motherfuckin' hole in ya back
It ain't my fault if you balled hard
Start slimin' up the walls, leave him in his draws
Nigga you know the protocol
We were born for hard ball
Stealin' cars and livin' life hard ya heard me
If y'all gon' ride with me, get high with me
Then go and get the straps nigga gunfire with me
You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty
My real niggaz, hard hitters they ride with me
If y'all gon' ride with me, get high with me
Then go and get the straps nigga gunfire with me
You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty
My real niggaz, hard hitters they die with me
We did it all in our lifetime
Dealin' drugs, bustin' them slugs
Runnin' with thugs, when it get down to them broads
They ain't showin' no love
Put his face in the mud
Fuckin' with the hard hitters, D-Tay my nigga
Got contracts to get 'em, lyrical spitter
We slaved on the figures found out who's better
From Nashville to Chucktown we go round for round
City to city and then we knock it down
Yeah we'll lock it down
Then we hit these niggaz spot up with fifty rounds
The best pound for pound
Representin' the town
That'll clown when it's time for the showdown, better slow down
(D-Tay unload the four pound)
This shit's about to go down nigga
Whoa now leave these niggaz shit tore down
Whole town be locked down
Got the whole world shocked now
T.I.P. on top now
I'll put it all on the line for these gangsta ass niggaz of mine
First Born, D-Tay we hard hitters combined
Talk shit and ya dyin' if ya think that I'm lyin'
Ask that nigga named Bryan, caught six in the spine
And we ain't hard to find we just sleep in the daytime
After the sunshine we duckin' for war time
You said you want what now
See go to war nigga, hard hitters we buck wild
Just us four niggaz
See we live for gunfire, kick in ya door nigga
If we come at lunchtime, we afternoon killers
Who that playa with mine
Must be some new niggaz
Who done did some time and wanna mitch new figures
Get the tools niggaz, let's show the world how we abuse niggaz
Cock back the hammer and just shoot nigga
All for the loot nigga
We ain't no cute niggaz
Tryin' to knock boots nigga
We out here choosin' nigga
11.Dickie Fits
See nigga we thugged out for a reason
Niggaz ain't thuggin, because, they like the look nigga
Or they like to be on these streets nigga
Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm from
Ca$hville, gangsters nigga
I had to step back and regroup myself, overlook employees
And see how much juice was left cause niggaz came for me
Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki' movings
Soakin game from Baby watchin old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go with this platinum uzi
To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers
choosin
Niggaz refusin feel that heat first, shit gets deeper
See when we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeper
The job is done when you get 911's
Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all alone
My attitude can quickly change potnah
Heads get bust open like Priest when he poppin bottles
No role models to look up to when you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different ways
Trade that deuce 57 and get yourself two K's
Then let a nigga know how much mo' you made in two days
How can a nigga blame another nigga for the way he would plan
His operation led to destination under sand
Some niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind their
steel
Shake up and break up what was organized for years
Shed tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L
Ball up and fuck all up a nigga mail
Beeper reportin low, when you put in a Duracell
Put it in your mind, cause that's the first sign they on the
trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard to tell
who doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the cells
When you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, shit out here gettin real
Somebody lackin they skills and they street smart
Ain't no sunshine playboy, they life dark
It takes one star, one car, one nigga who made it far
One thug, one grudge and it's life behind bars
I stand all man nigga, though a child in age
I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get paid
Niggaz want you in the shade but when you come out and shine
then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine？
I never signed a dotted line, therefore just let me be
T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest peak
I might as well just speak, for the soldiers with Buck
Load your artillery, prepare to put your guns up
You think it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said it's all good no more, puttin on your black hood
Still the same frustration that stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches then these niggaz won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm shootin for
And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you can't ignore
So I load up the 4, if you want it then let it be
All these fake niggaz tryin to be just like me
12.Purse First
Yeah, what's up girl
Both of us tryin' to hit the spot
Shit, we both can do it
Where I come from
Uh huh, uh huh niggaz be hustles
Niggaz put it down
It's purse first ass last
Let's get this money baby
Girl tell me now is you with me
As long as you pay me
We split the profits fifty, fifty
I call you my lady
If you surrender then I'm your nigga
Become of member
Of what I call my money getters
Now, ain't no bullshitters ever made it far in life
Only the hard hitters get foriegn cars and all the ice
Turn off the light
Let me show you what this nigga 'bout
You lookin' right
But my money still I gotta count
It ain't no love lost
Baby girl my love cost
Let me get that out ya
You know this nigga love to floss
Both of us can ball bitch
Soon you'll have of this
I know you know the rules
I get paid that mean we all rich
Ten niggaz want pussy
That mean you let 'em all hit
Make my money, make it quick
Then you better call me bitch
look toward the future
Forget about the past
Better act like ya know
It's purse first and ass last
Bitch it's purse first and ass last
Now how you livin' ho
We both can get this damn cash
I know ya heard me bitch
It's purse first and ass last
Now how you livin' ho
We both can get this damn cash
I ain't no pimp but
It's purse first and ass last
Now how you livin' ho
We both can get this damn cash
I know ya heard me bitch
It's purse first and ass last
Now how you livin' bitch
We both can get this damn cash
I know ya heard me uh uh
Nigga when the goin' gets tough
The hoin' gets fluff
You showin' shit stuff
Gotta go an get tough
In there fuckin' for free
You duckin' and pee suckin' that dee
Less than three then you can't be fuckin' for me
Jobbin' and shuckin' a G
Got the game all crossed crissed
Fucked around and be done lost this
Bitches gettin' tossed this
Yourself as my main ho
Pussy slangin' bed pro
You ain't got no money
Nigga what the fuck you ask for head fo'
Why, because I said so
Don't make me let that lead go
Better head yo ass back up in them hills
Like fuckin' Jethro
We down in the field posted up
Pourin' Cristal toasted up
If niggaz got figures
Take 'em to the telly bitch you posed to fuck
Take it off bitch
Now look at me workin' wood wheel
Sit back and see how the benefits of twerkin' could feel
But being first born we curse worst than yo past
That ho fast ass cuz it's purse first and ass last
Now tell them broads carry on
Sippin' on Dom Pérignon
Who me, maybe Corleone
Call me lil' mobster
Feedin' them lobsters
Countin' mills with my Cuban partners
Ninety-nine percent p-i-m-p
Purse first, that's the slogan when you rollin' with me
Game recognize game
Soon as you you try, who you paid
I'm a smart dove
So you lucky to get some love
What it is and what it was
So keep that shit up on the cuz
I floss endless
You gettin' tempted cuz I'm pimpalicious
Girlfriends wanna hit this
Now you aimin' for my riches
We roll Swishers
Light up trees like it was Christmas
Splitalicious, now you can be my broad if you with this
As you can see girl I don't really need you
Keep them girls for the money
Show you the baller preview
Keep yo eyes open
Broads read niggaz like they see through
Throw 'em a couple g's
They wanna be with you
The way I play my cards
Show 'em the ice like I'm a superstar
See where they comin' at
And keep 'em away from that
Platinum coated diamonds
Show the pump where I'm livin' at
Now is you with it
You ain't a playa you nigga
You a nigga with money tryin' to fake friend ya picture
Now how you gon' play the bower a tia for that money richer
And when you call ya broad that bitch don't even come up with ya
All up in another nigga's crib but she done fuckin' with ya
Now see I start 'em up
And then I hit 'em up
Switch 'em up and dish 'em up
And let my niggaz hit 'em up
13.Thugged Out
Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down
here in Cashville
They thank it's country musik mayne, mothafuckas got money
mayne!
Niggas is killin', niggas is slangin' they shit..
Niggas is livin, they gettin' it how they live
I represented it nigga (Wha.. Fuck these niggas)
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in prison
We got 10 killings and still can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas betta listin
I'm on a mission, just me and my ammunition
When 2 clips take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha？!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself
Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess wha？ - I'm still here
Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided
un-educated
See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha,
Wha？)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub
nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha,
Wha？)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
The average thug nigga somehow drug dealin'
Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie Miller
While othas take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean？ It's fuckin' teams of Mob bigga
Respect game and game don't respect you
Gon' be out here nigga, you got a nine？ Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't？
Plus you got bank too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu don't feel like you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and thank a nigga ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya positive bound
Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha ground
What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this shit
Load clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, can't run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and sell' crack, when Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya hurrd？
Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
This shit hard to earn, so Im'a get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mini mayn
Don't let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, back to swingin' my sword
Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical cord
If I'm wrong sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'
Nigga, we thugged out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! D-Tay (And Young Buck)
Every time you see us, we thugged out!
All tha way wit it, Hell to tha back
Infra-red on our straps
Whatchu wann' do nigga？ (Whatchu wann' do？)
Whatchu gon' do nigga？ (What, What, What, Huh？)
We thugged out
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