Текст песни: Young Buck - All My Life
[Verse 1 Young Buck]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2 T-Day]
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
[Young Buck]
It`s all for one and one for all n****
[Chorus]
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
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[Verse 1 Young Buck]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2 T-Day]
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
[Young Buck]
It`s all for one and one for all n****
[Chorus]
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
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