Lyrics:
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
possibility calls (-bility calls)
Take the bull by the horns (Bull by the horns)
Grab life by the balls (Life by the balls)
You gotta earn a buck (He was
Baby, it's all in a day
My pen used to run across the page doin' suicides
When they said by 25 that you would lie, inside a box, no controllin'
(it's all about that cash)
Fifteen, fuckin' hoes, time to turn it up (time to turn it up)
Sixteen gettin' a whole lotta damn bucks (get bucks)
By
neighborhood
A buck 50 for a buck 50 any way we could
Nike Roshe'ing to the payment for a Meagan Goode
And pulling Mach 5's just the way we should
Way we
[Young Buck]
I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches
No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishas
Get some money, ho; why you wanna watch
closet, I don't know what to wear (yeah!)
Bentley outside by the ice cream truck (truck)
Just ride through the hood, ask 'em if they seen Buck (Buck
I crawl from under the bed, and put a hole in your head, homey
(Beef) is probably what you rappers gonna die fo'
It's somethin' that we live by
man, No its like I didn't do so much man I ain't got no shit to show for man, no fuck the world man, no Buck the world, yeah Buck the world I like that,
its like I didn't do so much man I ain't got no shit to show for man, no fuck the world man, no buck the world, yeah buck the world I like that, yeah
bitch so what?
What's yo' function? Where's yo' bucks?
All you want to do is want to stick him up
You want to rob me but I got too much (ha)
D-12,
these condition up
A little reparation for your acts are sent to us
SU-prome ride to die to get the bucks
? by any means so, uhh, lock your benzes
a murder case
And don't mind doing again the shit
That got me locked up in the first place
BO$$'ll let the nine go BUCK!
I truly don't give a fuck!
quiet as church mice
Get the gas face like Serch and Pete Nice
I gotta buck like Simeon Rice
Roll your deuce n' give me them dice
Gambling like going
them cavy case
Slow down
Better pump yo brakes
Don't know my click from a can of paint
These niggas won't last
When I
Buck one in that ass
An hit
a slave from my cradle to the grave
Nigga, fuck the world, I was raised in hell
[Chorus]
That's why we buck shit down and yell "Fuck the world!"
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be spendin' euros by the pound I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin nothin',
You ain't
crumbs and croutans
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain't no harmin' me,
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutons
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killers
Bitch niggas get swallowed by
(ayy)
I'm clean in this bitch (okay)
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this bitch (ayy, ayy)
Nigga buck, Carbon 15 in this bitch (okay)
This Grand Hustle
date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em
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