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lirik lagu young buck - all my life

now we can’t lose fo’ sho’
ya’ll n-gg-z wanna know what we did this is what we did n-gg-

extended the family world-wide, recruited a couple comrades
i was a chosen one due to my chrome gats
bad -ss lil’ n-gg- wit’ a trash bag now i gotta confess it
every day arrested

n-gg-z wanna test this to get at the hoes
so even mamma stay invested, d-mn that’s cold
b-tches 17 years old, round 100 kilos
half of y’all 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-gg- the harder it came
but i stayed in the game, that’s the heart in this mayne

there’ll be h-ll on earth if i stay in the game
talk about kickin’ up dirt like the broncos plane
call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways
a hato’s man feel crime don’t pay

all my life, i visualized me handlin’ mine
and f-ck waitin’, ’cause god ain’t promising time
so now i’m drawin’ a line before i get too far behind
lord, if i’m lyin’ strike me down on time

the last verse i wrote, i burned 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 height or this glock’ll click back

i b-tch smack n-gg-z and i ain’t that mean
my chopper gon’ do you proper look at what that did
i’m clip flipin’, pistol grippin’, dippin’, set trippin’
believe me you don’t wanna see me wit’ the 4tec spittin’

you bull-sh-ttin’, 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 raw wit’ it tony montana, extra banana
interstate from my way down to atlanta, comes from a scanna
just crossed the tennessee line
all my life, i visualized me handlin’ mine

it’s all for one and one for all n-gg-

now let ya nuts hang n-gg-
start up the engine in the cut thang n-gg-
brang pain to these n-gg-z, ice on my trigga finga
let the world know, i’m a balla when i came for the scrilla

gorilla they gon’ label me
ain’t no way y’all b-tches gon’ disable me, put me on cable tv
peace treaties ain’t accepted here, blood-bath
split him in half now n-gg- from his feet to his ear

if i don’t know ya then its f-ck ya, we ain’t talkin’ sh-t out
catch me at ya people, we jus’ sparkin’ sh-t out
yeah, i’m so hood, that bullsh-t you spittin’ ain’t no good
i bust a n-gg- weave, act like poppin’ a car hood

you want ya gurl back, pay the fee and it’s all good
until i cop a 7-series beamer wit’ all wood
my whole team makin’ riches we shinin’, we ball good
you can boss and young buck’ll catch us our hood

- lirik lagu young buck

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