Ay they can't handle this one This for the block nigga, what?
[D-Tay] 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
[Chorus: repeat 2X] 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
[Rizin Sun] 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
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[Young Buck] 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
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