| Ay let me get that ski-mask D-Tay
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| Priest, load up the strap mayne
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| Let me go get some money mayne
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| Life ain’t 'posed to be like this, robbery and poverty
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| 24 hour shifts to keep this cocaine off of me
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| Y’all ain’t livin how I’m livin, one mo' week I’m seein prison
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| Cause to get what I’m after, a nigga might be missin
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| I ain’t listenin to shit, hit the Sweet and load the clip
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| Cause if crime didn’t pay, then I’d be still on the strip
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| You niggas still runnin yo' lips, I be runnin them zips
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| Up and down the interstate, makin ten G’s a trip
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| A hardheaded nigga, do whatever it takes
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| To go and get that bread nigga, heard what I said nigga?
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| Been misled for a long time, waited in a long line
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| Finally I’m here, now this rap game is mine
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| Keep the herb burnin, ain’t nuttin changed cause I’m worth somethin
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| Y’all know the Young Buck, I’mma leave this earth bluntin
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| But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry
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| Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary
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| Hey — I can’t keep livin this way
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| 'Bout to load up my fuckin AK
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| My mission is to go and get paid
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| Get paid
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| Ain’t no nigga out here heaven-sent, not on these streets
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| E’rybody want the Presidents cause niggas gotta eat
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| So I try to leave no evidence and come when you sleep
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| In your residence nigga until my mission’s complete
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| Stay draped in my heat, paranoid like that
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| You kill me? |
| R.I.P. |
| I got boys like that
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| Who said they needed a white pack to strike back, shit
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| Just give me the right mac and nigga I’ll be right back
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| Hardcore, and show these niggas they don’t want war
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| You want more? |
| Well gimme what I’m here for
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| Y’all know I been raw, from day one
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| This teenager with the big boys, gettin the job done
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| Got a daddy, but he ignored both of his sons
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| Had to pay for my own way, as a child on the run
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| I ain’t scary, the AK-47, I married
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| Cause a nigga had to have that by any means necessary
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| Look what y’all done to me, forced a nigga to this point
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| Wouldn’t feed me when I was hongry, I couldn’t ignore it
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| But I stay to my — lonely, and didn’t show it
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| So when I killed you and your homies, you wouldn’t know it
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| Cristal I let you po' it while I fuck with the Hennessy
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| All this time I’m the nigga that you pretend to be
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| Tables done turned now I’m like «Remember me?
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| The same lil' nigga you overcharged for a ki»
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| Times hard on a G, you was larger than me
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| Young, but I ain’t dumb, you ain’t smarter than me
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| Give niggas a inch, and they takin the whole mile
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| So I hop out the 6, and I takin they whole pile
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| Uh-uh whoa now, how many niggas see this grown child
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| Shit gettin hectic then you shut 'em down
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| Tennessee to Uptown, niggas is thuggin, mean muggin
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| Ain’t no stoppin I’m hot, and the game is what I’m lovin nigga
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| — 2X w/ ad libs
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| Get money nigga! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Keep Livin' , by - Young Buck. Song from the album TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп