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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
(Intro)
Wussup real niggas? (Real niggas..) Aye yo, shout out to dem niggas in penny-tentiary I see y'all niggas, my niggas comin' home!! And it's onn!! (Verse 1) I don't want no problems (Yeah nigga), I just want to shoot (So watch yaself) I don't want to rob 'em (Haha), I just want tha loot (Gimme dat, mothaf**ka!) I don't want no problems (Yeah nigga), I just want to shoot (So watch yaself) I don't want to rob 'em (Haha), I just want tha loot (Gimme dat, mothaf**ka!) There come 'em boys wit' dem bandanas on (Yeah!) They totin' A.K's wit' banana clips on (Blow!) You thankin' we snorin' some much white on dese streets (Whudd!) Dese ho's out here doin', I'm a P-i-m-p Nigga TIP is murda case, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case Cashville tha murda state, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case Look I ain't here to play, I can git it 'nutha day (Yeah!) I do it fo' tha hood, and you do it fo' TV (C'monn!) Now, streets love niggas like me and Young Jeezy I'm leanin' on tha leatha and grippin' on tha wood Wit' my hand on a metal, I wish a nigga would (Wooooo) (Chorus - 2x) I don't want no problems, I just want to shoot (Boom!) I don't want to rob 'em, I just want tha loot (Yeah!) And I ain't fo' no talkin', so wutchu wanna do?! (Do!) Got click full of killas, nigga you can git it too!! (Too!) (Verse 2) Tha word on tha streets is Some G-Unit niggas, wit' whole lotta guns, bussin' shots (Yeeaaahh) So somebody call 50, and tell him come quicky Go try to make 'em young boys stop (Ooowhh!!) I'm not sent to play dese games (Whudd!) See some thangs, they'll change You'll no longa hear me sayin' dese rappas names (Nah!) I had e'nuff, gotta cake to shot, ya time's up Bitch I'm comin' to ya hood if you wanna fight Buck (Let's Gooo!) Spider-Loc got me ridin' thru dese sets in L.A. As country as I am, mayn' I feel like I'm gon' stay(West-ssiide!) They know a real nigga when they see 'em - I won't play And I ain't worry 'bout no money nigga, I know Dre Tha glock stay on me, and tha knife's fo' back-up (Ooh!!) I'm comin' to tha +Vibe Awards+, dare ya to ack up (Haha) Go tell 'em dat I'm back, and I'm still on my hustle You know a nigga stapped, hommie you don't want no trouble (Chorus - x2) (Outro) Huh!! So it is whudd it is.. Dat's a rap.. Next time I'm start shootin' tha shit outta you bitch azz rap niggas Phureal tho!! Niggas know, I just walked out up of dat court room smellin' like weed and shiit.. Haha.. Phureal like you know, tha probation offica can kiss my ass! Tha D.A. can kiss my ass! Every body in tha Goddamn court room, can kiss my ass!! F**k y'all!! 'Cause see, when a mothaf**kin' nigga got his life in ya hands y'all mothaf**kin' still good But when a nigga beat cho mothaf**kin' azz, y'all niggas be like "Wooohh" |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
Nigga i am the streets
Not just the south but im the streeets Im your neibourgh hood nigga They holla stop buck red light but green mean go If people see me on top and they see me broke Fuck a billie we treat em like buwriks and work items Blunt cuts on the floor but nigga i aint worried bout it Niggas paying 32 with outa problem My plug stoped serving we and we gonne rob em (keep it moving) That aint snich scale who you folling see when you weigh mine gotta watch what you duin Tied up to times, get back to my grind this whole blook hit mine you can't make one dime The who by, im up like i snorted two lines, two nines in a park pepping out the window blinds Watting on the paper, watting on the haters, befor they kick my door i peal em like patatoes Bite down bitch i got 20 diffrent flavours, ask them what happend to those that didn't pay us I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on) Watch you watting on nigga you taking to long I got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on) The goverment get to us so who boom Middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter Everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker Like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on Yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on Fuckin niggas wanna compet, they wanna be king pins They want it for cheap they had me back on see in (not me agian) But no no me don't sell no dope no more the dope sell it's self me just ride around in blowdro (fo sho) With your hoe, she put her head down then i go slow i go (Oh Oh) then i drop her of at you door Back to the money like they stole sumthing from me, a carck full of goones with there nose all runny A full moon (Ohhh), it's got me graulling, can't go in the house untill a made a couple thousand Follow me i take you right were the dollars be, you cant talk about your hustel niggas gotta see, Some niggas got paper but they not a gee, alphabet bois get em in their coopa ple, Everybood aint real shawty obviusly, yeah what eva that you get you aint got from me I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on) Watch you watting on nigga you taking to long I got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on) The goverment get to us so who boom Middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter Everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker Like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on Yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on Bitch it got em murder, hada hada hat so he served em Draged em in an ally and they burned em, nobody herd em But some body smelled the fumes, i keep telling these kids this is not a cartoon Caught him in a school zone dirty, he onli 15, we won't see him till he 30, a whole birdy Damn, yeah act like you herd me you migh couporate, still aint getting out early Niggas love these hoes, can't be away from them, soon they put em in a room dats when they say sumthing (hey let me out) Next thing you knwo they coming (five oh) don't let em find no weed, no yay or nuthing, tell the judge fuck yall i was way in london With my doctor bitch she making plenty money, dicki shorts, house shoes on, drop top playing old school songs bitch move on I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on) Watch you watting on nigga you taking to long I got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on) The goverment get to us so who boom Middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter Everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker Like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on Yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on Outlaw nigga, shiet they took from us for 400 years Im about to get every god damn thing these muthafuckas ow me Fuck all yall bitch as nigga, fuck the Police, fuck the President, Fuck yor mama, fuck your dady, fuck all you hatting as niggas Matter fact fuck you buck TRiM! PR!NCE!! |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
its gangtsa grillz you bastards, gangsta grillz!!
yo wassup, what are you goin to do shorty, nothing im tryin to roll,are you tryin to get your roll on? yea im tryin to roll.. Gangsta Gangsta!! roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand bout to get my roll on with these two green apples find me a bitch take her back to my castle orange mangos the ranty cups(?) them brown ones got niggaz fuked up got my gucci shades on i no these niggas hatin me im selling orange webans and blue naked ladies clubs goin crazy everythings spinning these niggas mean muggin but there hoes keep grinning im in my own world let me show you how it is call the X-men tell him to bring me sum pills roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills were all on the blues i got those greens and the reds we all feling good going hard on the X you mite catch me at the bar with yo bitch she says shes never poped but tonight she say she is i got one in mi hand you cant stop me now the one thats in mi mouth got me feling like bob deplow damn look at mi grills god damn i cant reli talk on the lean god damn i cant reli walk (?) bucket full of pils dono the rest!! |
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