Lyrics:
It ain't a shortcut to success I took the long way
Keep it a buck and now they fuck wit me the long way
Niggas really know that J.R. he done really
Young Buck, ****
And I just beat another **** **** case
You know what it is, ****, **** **** ****
The world keeps turnin', **** **** **** **** **** ****,
For a very low price risk they freedom
And buck back at the poor life
Nothin's guaranteed like when you roll dice
Keep your eyes open, with no time
to bench
40 buck it make ya flinch
Don’t need a mile I’ll take my inch
How you gangsta but you homo sumn like Gangstalicious
Yeah yeah, you like to swim
from
Raise Your Thugs Up
[Juicy J]
North North Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia Runnin thangs drankin with the drama king
Swingin from the left to the right
catch 'em like I'm A.J Boogie
Why the fuck you call me off your grandma's phone?
Boy you a rookie
If you keep talking on Tommy, beat you out your fucking
[Juicy J]
Ain't no where to run, ain't no where to hide
Cause we makin' death threat phone call, plenty killas right outside
Waitin' for you to make
gangsta walk, yeah right, ya pussy
Look out, we everyday grinding
Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blindin'
And we don't trip
now I do
[Daz]
I spin mayor loot and khaki suits
Nike's and cripsacks,
Wetsuits and leather boots
I block niggas twice with thighs
Buck with
Covered up by pillows
Oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin'
different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, cuz we on the same beat
So if you f**k wit blood, then you f**k wit us
And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we
on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggas
on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggas
Stomp motherfucker stomp
Motherfucker stomp
{juicy j}
Hurt nigga
I'm coming out the fucking closet
Stay the fuck up off my dick
I feel the bucking
If you're ready for me, lawd
(And now everybody got a sixteen
A beat and 'dro
The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)
Now everybody is a hustler
Soul, I see you, One Stizzy, what up nigga?
My wife, my kids, I know you love me
All my gangsta niggaz, all my bitches, hehe...Rule
My nigga Buck from
cappuccino
Juicy j
Got me
On that
No cappuccino
Instead of
No cap
Aye mane
Say mane
901 Kingpin
Aye mane
Shout out
Too
My sound engineer
Young mane
to match,
By the time I get done you’ll already be attached
I’m the type of nigga you can introduce to momma,
Then I beat it up call it blunt force trauma,
I sell fake dope, it don't even work
Smoke you at 8:00 and won't even twirk
I shoot prostitutes like plastic ducks
Buck, buck, ping! I gives no fucks
Rambo.
They hot since 138th had that ???
Young Buck, Dumb Fuck
Two Gunz up, ride or die til the suns up.
Gangsta and a Gentleman dogg,
I got class, Ima
gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, that's my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didn't know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with
off yo top
I been smoking this weed since like 12 (Smokin since like 12)
Roll a j by myself (Roll a j by my)
Making money, making wealth
Niggas watching
kids, I know you love me
All my gangsta niggas, all my bitches, hehe, Rule
My nigga Buck from the boards
I got my family out here and shit
My nigga
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts,
guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't
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