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Do it like me
Let me in
Shorty wanna ride
Stomp
Look at me now
Bang bang
Walk with me
Black gloves
Thou shall
Prices on my head
Taking hits
Bonafide hustler
Welcome to the south
I'm a soldier
Project niggas
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Do it myself
Prepare war
If you want some
Your hood
Niggas change on you
Gunz go bang ft m o
Don't need no help
Return of the project
All about money
3 kings
Thug in the club
Crime pays
Blood in blood out
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All My Life Lyrics
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Lyrics Language: English
Song writer/composer(s): David Darnell Brown, Dantae Tyson Mckinney
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Young Buck All My Life Lyrics:
Now we can't lose fo' sho'
Ya'll niggaz wanna know what we did this is what we did nigga

Extended the family world-wide, recruited a couple comrades
I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats
Bad ass lil' nigga wit' a trash bag now I gotta confess it
Every day arrested

Niggaz wanna test this to get at the hoes
So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold
Bitches 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 nigga the harder it came
But I stayed in the game, that's the heart in this mayne

There'll be hell 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 fuck 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

All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck 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 bitch smack niggaz 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-shittin', 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 nigga

All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck 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

All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck 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

Now let ya nuts hang nigga
Start up the engine in the cut thang nigga
Brang pain to these niggaz, 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 bitches gon' disable me, put me on cable TV
Peace treaties ain't accepted here, blood-bath
Split him in half now nigga from his feet to his ear

If I don't know ya then its fuck ya, we ain't talkin' shit out
Catch me at ya people, we jus' sparkin' shit out
Yeah, I'm so hood, that bullshit you spittin' ain't no good
I bust a nigga 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

All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck 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

All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck 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

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