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Young Buck - Taking Hits lyrics
[Intro] (Phone Rings) -Hello? Whats Up, Who Is This? -Yo Nigga, This Murda Rich -Whats Up Nigga? -Whats Up With You My Nigga?, Check This Out -Some Shit Done Popped Of Right? -Yeah -I Need You And 'Tay To Go Handle It -Aight -I Got Like A Hundred Sittin On This Nigga's Fat -Bring It Back To Me On A Plate, That's Whats Up -Aight [Chorus-Young Buck] I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin' Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can [D-Tay] Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin [Young Buck] We Takin' Hits I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin' Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can [D-Tay] Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin We Takin' Hits [Verse one-Young Buck] It's Gon' Cost, But We Gon' Get Him Gone, Take His Life Away 2 A.K's, We Gon' Send Him Home This Is How We Livin' From The Projects To The Prisons So Don't Be To Comfortible, Bitch 'Cuz You Can Be A Victim Get 'Em Buck, Hit 'Em Up, Ambulance Pick 'Em Up Should've Duck'd, Got Killed, Nigga Wasn't Quik Enough Shit Is Real, I Ain't Here For No Bullshit, I'm Here With A Full Clip Now Lemme Show You Niggas What You'll Get (Get 'Em Tay) [Verse two-D-Tay] They Never Seen A Mad Man, Come And Dump Up On These Fools Get The 4-5 Cocked Back, Gunnin' At You Dudes Black Down, Thuged Out, And Masked To Match I'm Not Doin' It Cuz Theme Pussy Niggas, Bastards Cap Who Want That? You Want That, I Don't Think You Do Like I Gun The Bloody Down, Shit, I Gun You Too I'm Like 50, I Don't Care If Its Platinum Or White Gold Soon As I Cock It Back, Gimme That Ice Hoe (Yeeh) [Chorus-Young Buck] I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin' Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can [D-Tay] Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin [Young Buck] We Takin' Hits I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin' Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can [D-Tay] Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin We Takin' Hits (Phone Rings Again) -Hello? -Yo Buck, Murder Rich Nigga -What's Up Nigga? -Man, I'm Tryin To See Whats Up With That Business, Nigga -Hey Man, We F'na To Bust This Niggas Head, Im'a Hit You Back, Aight? [Verse three-Young Buck] Hey There He Go, He Don't Know That We Behind Him So Go Pull Up Beside Him, And Lemme Put This 9 In Him You Ever Seen The 30-30 With The Scope On It? A Bunch Of Niggas Smokin Weed, That Got Dope On It And We Don't Leave No Evidence, Or No Finger Prints Follow Certain Elements, Cuz Niggas Goto Jail For This They Say I'm Heaven Sent, I Think I'm Hell Bound Cuz I'm Addicted To The Way A 12 Gauge Sound [Verse four-D-Tay] I Keep The Dough In, Swing The Chopper And The Pit-Bull Shit If He Run, He Ain't Gettin One, Get A Clip Full Of It Thats For Movin, Must Have Been Some Confusion, When I Came In Told You Lay The Fuck Down, Or Else These Bullets Cave In Must Thought I Was Playin, Im'a Let You Know When I Shoot That 4 How It Go When A Gangster Roll, Murder Man, Blood Bath, What'd You Take It For I Ain't Playin' Games, Ain't Nuthing Gon' Ever Change Murder Put Money On Your Head, Gimme His Brain, Muthafucka! [Chorus-Young Buck] I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin' Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can [D-Tay] Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin [Young Buck] We Takin' Hits I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin' Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can [D-Tay] Pointe Him Out, And I'll Pop Him, Walk Up On Him And Drop Him I've Been Waitin' And Watchin', To Put The Bitch In A Coffin We Takin' Hits |
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