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the fist like Tyson
Eyes with the visine pupils not subsiding
Caught me in a frenzy
Call me Hiko when I'm dicing

Eyes on the prize
I don't pick a fuckin

Preacher, fuckin' every choir mistress
My brain fucked up, kinda need an intervention
Young Preacher and I never been superstitious
Fuck that energy, I

the law
fuckin my women raw
I'm going to smack her
Forget the fame, and the glamour
Give me sex and i'm happier
My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic

niggas, actin' like no leach
Swear I got my family straight, all I want is peace
Fuckin' with my peace, you gon' get this piece
Satan' ass nigga, cause I

his whole thing down to nicks, like that nigga Meek
I can cook two zips in one pan, say my dishes deep
I gotta see niggas stand on business, what you

Thugged Out

Young Buck

T.I.P. [Clean]

2005

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

what you gotta say? I love
Criticism from fuckin' critics
Once I really get to rappin'
I really hear fuckin' crickets
Ever since I started rappin' I'm

That powerful weed I got from my cousin
Take a pic, hittin' that bitch, she keep lickin' my dick
She remind me of dogs when eating my balls
So I say what

Can I fuckin' play? 
I got a quarter mill' in the bank 
No one to thank but me 
Break me "Gunz" 
Bronx ball playa 
Take the gatas and suits

You will remember me for me
Not the person I used to be
Not the person I want to be
You will remember me from what you see
This is how you will

fuckin' gorgeous
Must be a hundred plus in our digs
Make a tent, tape sheets to the fridge
Talking kids, talking expenses
Broke as fuck at a hundred dollar

stress you out, pray about it, or you go to church
Upper class treat the lower class like some fuckin’ trash
Work your ass off and still be lower than

staying 10 and 2
Another song another flop that's what they all tend to do 
But this ain't just a song this a motha fuckin business move
I'm careful with my

the best on any block 
Nah, with a fat blunt and a bag of doja 
We creepin' through the back door with the big boulder 
Me and Johnny Richter, fuckin

Fuckin' Moon Rocks got me ready to go to war, Reck
Cause my soldiers do not buckle or yield
When faced with the cruelty of this world
My soldiers

hand,
Hoping that we could get close,
That letter written by hand,
Telling i’m doing my growth,
Into a future that both of us host,
Frozen between all my

agreed
If she wouldn’t live for her, she could live for me
But what part did I play in my own conspiracy?
A life given to her was a life taken by me,

It's a hard knock life
And it only gets harder
You can be the savior 
Or you can play the Martyr 
Just watch what you pick
To be a part of
Cause kids

try and come at me
Bitch we get it lit in the spot
We don't care if you hot
Yea we poppin' and you not
Yea I guess you really thought
Baby show me what

the deepest crowd
I know what I have been around (I know)
You know the spliff been spin around
A couple ways (Jah Know)
I been around for more than just

Aye
That’s so sexy
Uh
Excuse me

They better make a way for me
‘Cause at the top there is a place for me
Spectators, they just waiting to see
If what

generational, my plight feel so insatiable
Fight or flight sensations activated by debatable adversaries
I was scary, now I let it rock, never roll
Keep it ten

Uh huh 
Uh huh
Whoo
Yeah, yeah, let's get it 

Fuck you 

cy, yeah
What up my niggas and niggettes
If you ain't know by now, yeah I been next 
Gained

da da 
Gotta son a broke nigga like dada dada

Bitch stop it
Stop rappin all those flops like blah blah blah
Stop acting like I’d follow what you