[Verse 1: Young Buck]Don't question me about nothing I don't owe nobody no convoWanna do somethin' fo me then make my little brother bond hoMight order me a few bottles, bring it to me with the sparklesA couple partners just came home, just dropped all the chargesAnd this ghost is lookin' gorgeousI think I might just set this bitch or forgis1 time for my old homie he died behind that gold Roley2 times fo them broke bitches been actin' like they don't know meYes I am the new wave with these black shades and my new J'sAnd I got the Unit sittin' back ontop like Toupee'sI like all my pussy paid, I eat all my pussy shavedProduc-Product of these projects, I'ma sell my dope regardlessBack gettin' money with 50 but i still feel like i'm starvingHo ye I know what I'm chargin', bitch don't start all that arguingAnd just cuz you see this phantom don't mean I still ain't robbin'Ay wassup wassup Harlem back on my Brooklyn BullshitAnd I'm crossing queen's bridge with a white brick and a full clipForgi's with 2 inch lips, [?]My bitch don't need no makeup and my pictures don't need no editI've just been going ratchet, fuck a rapper I wrap that packageYou can't buy no gift with plastic, so I ain't worried bout payin' no taxesLook i just need a stove and somewhere to dump my ashesLet em check my fashion everytime the camera flashin'[Hook: Young Buck](Do you know how many gangsters lost they life for this?)Yeah, I got partners lost they life for this, my homeboy doin life for this(Do you know how many people lost they life for this?)Yeah, I know killers took his life for this, you might get your life for this[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]Forensics make the truth come to light, blue star spray see the blood in dark lightThank god my homie 25 to life, plus his DNA was on the scene that's the typeGangsta's payed they dues lost they life for this, over small shit you can get yo ass hitDuckin' daemons in my sleep, I'm sky dweller dreaming bout them lears and model freaksWater whippin' by the stove, Work, in the eye can't breathe fuck police, shirt2 brick of dope, table full of wax paper, traffic in the trap a nigga finally made it[Hook: Young Buck (x2)][Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]Man this shit too real, too much beef I need 2 grillsCan't be swangin' at ya i'm bangin' at ya, I'm [?]Get yo mama killed over a dollar billJust cracked them dice you don't know how I feelStrap up and walk back off, you know how it is, no genreLay it down, nobody move don't make a soundGet yo daughter drowned prayers go out to Bobby BrownYou think I got time to take a loss for this?You know how many guns I done bought for thisYa head comin' off for this, I work hard for thisI'm hard to hit, killer on call for thisShe used to play hard to get, now I'm hard to missShe gon pop me off for this, she gon top me off for thisMy nigga done it all for this, we even duck the law for thisJust saw King Kevo on first 48, my youngin's ain't talk for this huh![Hook: Young Buck (x2)]
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