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Young Buck - Dickie Fits lyrics
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 [Verse One] 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 {"Infrared on all straps" sample repeats} [Verse Two] 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 {"Infrared on all straps" sample repeats} [Verse Three] 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 {"Infrared on all straps" sample repeats} |
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