Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All My Life , by - Young Buck. Song from the album TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.11.2005
Record label: John Galt Entertainment
Song language: English
All My Life |
| Extended the family wit a wire recruited a couple comrades, |
| I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats, |
| Bad ass lil’n**** wit a trash bag now I gotta confess it, |
| Every day arrested, |
| N****s wanna test this to get at the hoes, |
| So even mamma stay invested, damn that’s cold, |
| Bitches 17 years old round 100 kilos, |
| After ya’ll pickin’pot out your nose with afros, |
| Rollin’with the big boys soakin up game, |
| And we’ll be back seat with the cardier frames |
| The easier it got n**** the harder it came, |
| But I stayed in the game, |
| That’s the heart in this man, |
| There’ll be hell on earth if I stay in the game, |
| Talk about pickin’up dirt like the broncos plane, |
| Call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways, |
| A hatos man feel crime don’t pay |
| All my life I visualized me handlin’mine, |
| And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times, |
| And I’m drawin’a line before I get to far behind, |
| Lord if I’m lyin’strike me down in the eye |
| All my life I visualized me handlin’mine, |
| And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times, |
| And I’m drawin’a line before I get to far behind, |
| Lord if I’m lyin’strike me down in the eye |
| The last verse I wrote, I burnin’my hand, |
| Cause there’s only so much heat, that my hand can stand, |
| I’m too hot to spit that, |
| You not you get that, |
| Don’t get to hight, or this glock’ll click back, |
| I bitch smack n****s and I aint that mean, |
| My chopper goin do you popper look at what that did, |
| I’m clip flipin', pistol gripin', dippin', set trippin', |
| Believe me you don’t wanna see me wit the 4tec spittin', |
| You bullshittin', |
| I’m just goin’live by you guys, |
| My whole team roll me homey, ride or die, |
| Ridin’high, |
| Sheaf and do-do like I’m in Cali, |
| I’m type this one for the block and blast from the alley, |
| I’m all wit it don’t be Montana, |
| Extra banana, |
| In my state on my way down to Atlanta, |
| Just crossed the Tennessee line, |
| All my life I visualized me handlin’mine |
| It’s all for one and one for all n**** |
| All my life I visualized me handlin’mine, |
| And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times, |
| And I’m drawin’a line before I get to far behind, |
| Lord if I’m lyin’strike me down in the eye |
| All my life I visualized me handlin’mine, |
| And fuck waitin, cause god aint promising times, |
| And I’m drawin’a line before I get to far behind, |
| Lord if I’m lyin’strike me down in the eye |