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dead
Like damn that's how you felt
No fifty cent know I'm hated by many men
Run up a check and I'm quick to spend
Really out the way might be in a tent

I ain't gon' lie, this shit like a dream
Just being in this shit chillin' in the studio makin' shit, it's really a art form
Lil' Jacques, ha
Brought

shackles on feel
Beautiful Twenty-three hours a day trapped in a cubicle
You probably don't know what that'll do to you
I can't wait to get back to how I

on money palets
I was out here slidin' and caught my case in Zion
Fucked up Facebook lived it, the people say I'm wildin
Whoah
Traded in my G2 for a GC3
Kept

send his lining back straight to the raves
Now he Ray Lewis
Bitch, I'ma hustler by heart
Tryna run it up like Marcus Stewart
No, I ain't fuckin' if

with it ay
She said she don't wanna be my bae, and i'm like "okay let's go"
We make the money we count by the day and we getting back in the road
Tryna

a good fella, I just know De Niro
3, 2, 1, I'm good in the crunch time
Better up your gun, you know I'ma clutch mine
Get your own style, lil' boy, don't

She also say mama ma coo saa
Never lyin', I'm a king though, Mu fa sa
La di da di, yep, we still like to party
Instead of Slick Rick it's Tekashi,

drownin' down inside my riches
I'ma call the baby like a lil' kitten
I ain't wanna fuck her, but you know I did it
Twenty-seven, lucky like the number seven

Em Benedryl
No I Can't Disregard My Thoughts Not When I Seen Em Clear 
Lil Bro Know Magic Wit His Stick He Make Opps Disappear 

Was Down Bad I Thought

the days when we was penny-pinching
Money so old it probably got a pension
Beat him up! Beat him up!
Wash and we rinse him
Tomato, tomato, potato, extensions

But I'ma keep it 3,000 with you, that's not a problem

I got a chopper, all I need is a driver and some fast
Get up on them quick, all these seniors,

before I rrrrock your face with a pool stick
Dirty, Dawnraid and Frontline, P-Money, Scribe, Savage and Con Psy
Everybody is feelin' that shit, I'm out

slinger
Let one off in the air, hit a bystander

The money in my bag and across
My face is a bandana
And I'ma go kidnap your bitch and
Take a trip to Texas,

Me and my demons, we fight
You can get left if you never get right
You say you love me, I think that's a lie
Money and bitches they got ride
Ma

Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let

I'm geeked?
Sticky, on lean, rollin' 4s by the 3 (ayy)

Me and the green, nothin' get in between (woo)
Me and the green, nothin' get in between

give a fuck if he blind
All his money mine
On the dime I whip the gat out
Handles slippery cause I'm sweaty
He tried to move so I'ma pull this lead out

bad, went to the plug like front me. Picked it up Saturday, got it gone by Sunday
Hustling ass nigga, every since I been getting to the money, I pray I

shake

When I get married, boy
That money gon' be my best man
They know my name, ain't gotta tap in
We ridin', then we slidin'
Lil' nigga better strap in

Mei Ling is a home run too
Said I shouldn't wait or get fucked by two
A threesome, a just set my mood
Play me like I'm dumb, I'ma spill my juice

your shine
Enemy of the state, remember P is the ape
Dismember a nonmember entering my estate
Bloody the guns, money
Crowd striker, now cypher studyin'

Thugged Out

Young Buck

T.I.P. [Clean]

2005

[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
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

understand me
This ain't just a hustle, this part of my purpose
If I'm too scared to chase my own dreams, then life is worthless
Nobody thinks I'm gon make it,