Lirik Lagu Dickie Fits - Young Buck - Young Buck
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See nigga we thugged out for a reasonNiggaz ain't thuggin, because, they like the look niggaOr they like to be on these streets niggaNigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm fromCa$hville, gangsters nigga
[Verse One]I had to step back and regroup myself, overlook employeesAnd see how much juice was left cause niggaz came for meRevolvers to fullies increasin my ki' movingsSoakin game from Baby watchin old mob moviesTwo all gold clips, go with this platinum uziTo keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosinNiggaz refusin feel that heat first, shit gets deeperSee when we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeperThe job is done when you get 911'sReceivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all aloneMy attitude can quickly change potnahHeads get bust open like Priest when he poppin bottlesNo role models to look up to when you ghetto raisedLeavin no clues, stack revenues in different waysTrade that deuce 57 and get yourself two K'sThen 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 planHis operation led to destination under sandSome niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind their steelShake up and break up what was organized for yearsShed tears, when white folks hand a nigga a LBall up and fuck all up a nigga mailBeeper reportin low, when you put in a DuracellPut it in your mind, cause that's the first sign they on the trailWhere I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard to tellwho doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the cellsWhen you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' billsNow you back to the projects, shit out here gettin realSomebody lackin they skills and they street smartAin't no sunshine playboy, they life darkIt takes one star, one car, one nigga who made it farOne 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 ageI got my own brain, my own ways to go and get paidNiggaz want you in the shade but when you come out and shinethen here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine?I never signed a dotted line, therefore just let me beT.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest peakI might as well just speak, for the soldiers with BuckLoad your artillery, prepare to put your guns upYou think it'll get to this, Bowre told me it wouldSaid it's all good no more, puttin on your black hoodStill the same frustration that stay beatin my chestIf it ain't one of these bitches then these niggaz won't testA meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm shootin forAnd in my quest for chips, there's some shit you can't ignoreSo I load up the 4, if you want it then let it beAll these fake niggaz tryin to be just like me
[Verse One]I had to step back and regroup myself, overlook employeesAnd see how much juice was left cause niggaz came for meRevolvers to fullies increasin my ki' movingsSoakin game from Baby watchin old mob moviesTwo all gold clips, go with this platinum uziTo keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosinNiggaz refusin feel that heat first, shit gets deeperSee when we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeperThe job is done when you get 911'sReceivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all aloneMy attitude can quickly change potnahHeads get bust open like Priest when he poppin bottlesNo role models to look up to when you ghetto raisedLeavin no clues, stack revenues in different waysTrade that deuce 57 and get yourself two K'sThen 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 planHis operation led to destination under sandSome niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind their steelShake up and break up what was organized for yearsShed tears, when white folks hand a nigga a LBall up and fuck all up a nigga mailBeeper reportin low, when you put in a DuracellPut it in your mind, cause that's the first sign they on the trailWhere I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard to tellwho doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the cellsWhen you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' billsNow you back to the projects, shit out here gettin realSomebody lackin they skills and they street smartAin't no sunshine playboy, they life darkIt takes one star, one car, one nigga who made it farOne 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 ageI got my own brain, my own ways to go and get paidNiggaz want you in the shade but when you come out and shinethen here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine?I never signed a dotted line, therefore just let me beT.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest peakI might as well just speak, for the soldiers with BuckLoad your artillery, prepare to put your guns upYou think it'll get to this, Bowre told me it wouldSaid it's all good no more, puttin on your black hoodStill the same frustration that stay beatin my chestIf it ain't one of these bitches then these niggaz won't testA meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm shootin forAnd in my quest for chips, there's some shit you can't ignoreSo I load up the 4, if you want it then let it beAll these fake niggaz tryin to be just like me
