| You can catch me green stick it up
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| Dick it up
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| Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks
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| Need work on the low nigga hit me up
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| Never quick enough after pickin up
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| Feds on a nigga block ridiculous
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| Cuz the game done brought all our shit to us
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| I done bit the dust-countinus
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| Now I ride double? |
| to the ind you bust
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| Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch
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| 17 but its real when you playin with much
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| One in the chamber on the table when you chillin for lunch
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| And head up with your door open feelin your blunt
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| Where im from 20 gone by the end of the month
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| I get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the blunt
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| Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump
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| If its on-first draw thats a nigga wit luck
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| All niggas playin games start endin 'em up
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| Cause your block young buck will start bendin 'em up
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| As soon as your adrenaline pump
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| Make way dear lord cause im sendin 'em up
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| Its all about money
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| Gettin major paid
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| Stack your cheese in all different ways
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| Tote your strap and keep your khakis creased
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| Yeah nigga, you a thug like me?
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| They call me D-tays up
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| Get 'em up put the aks on
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| Let 'em know we don’t play sir
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| Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah
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| Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah
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| Wanna play rough?
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| Y’all cats wanna play tough
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| Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff
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| Niggas wanna start shit with they gun then run
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| Tay don’t wanna chase ya
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| Bullets wait ta, replace ya
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| Hit 'em with the shells of the 45
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| Make 'em all duck, with the four-five buck
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| Put 'em all up
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| Got 2 so we got you but we don’t give a fuck
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| Seals comin gunnin out the cut
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| Spittin at you cats
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| Spittin 50 rounds like im spittin on a track
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| Y’all niggas know that you can’t hold that
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| Ima spit the gat 'til the gat click-clat
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| Then chit chat
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| Niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this heat gone burn
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| Ima show ya cats how to bus y’all guns
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| Hit a nigga up and leave his ass left numb
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| Dont play with me
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| You know I spray the heat
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| The A.K. |
| gun niggas down fatefully
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| You think expectfully, just wait and see
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| Young buck and D-tay nigga ready to g
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| If it pays to be, the boss in the cause
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| My gun so big gotta limp when I walk
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| Dont talk the talk cause T.I.P. |
| we comin
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| First go about money
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| Its all bout thuggin
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| Gettin paid and shit
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| You either slang the dope or hit major licks
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| Thats why all my niggas be sevin bricks
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| Y’all gunna see what we workin with
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| Not me baby doll
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| I ain’t hurtin for shit
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| G.S. 400 with a leather kit
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| Oh you don’t wanna holla?
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| Well whatever bitch
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| Dont say shit when the bezzle flip
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| See a nigga tote straps for the hell of it
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| I ain’t givin a fuck about jealous shit
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| And I don’t smoke weed for the smell of it
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| Just before I kill, I inhale the shit
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| You can’t trail me bitch I be in 50 states
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| Paranoid, with about 50 cakes
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| Once a nigga find out its all heart no shake
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| Thats when I infest the place
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| Im thugged out
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| Up in the drug house
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| Got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce
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| We da real ass niggas, all work no slouch
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| Can I get that there? |
| all that count
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| All they amount
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| But when it go down and a nigga make all ya say all that out
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| What you gunna do nigga what you about
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| Either ride or die, when im raised in the south
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| Love the block, when a nigga wake up, I wash my face and then hug my Glock
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| Brush my teeth and scream south side, smoke a blunt and put on my socks
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| But it still don’t stop, from dusk to dawn
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| A nigga been out here on his own-livin day to day
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| See im only 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All About Money , by - Young Buck. Song from the album TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп