Текст песни: Young Buck - Buck The World
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Young Buck]
Damn, look at what I call my life, a glock-9
And a eightball of white, I got mine
Well, not quite, I got signed
And 50 put me right in the light, it took time
Meanwhile I`m livin the life
Where a nigga just might see prison tonight
My rent due, baby need food and shoes
I`m flat broke, still I refuse to lose
So I smoke, lookin for the fools with jewels
I`m `bout to see if it`s true what a uzi do
Nobody cares, and life ain`t fair or free
The best thang you can do is say a prayer for me
And how dare, y`all try to lock me up
You not here, so you ain`t really givin a fuck
But I swear, as long as I`m breathin, I`m hustlin
I`m thuggin, and this is the reason because I
[Chorus]
[Lyfe]
If you see me in a suit and tie (in a suit and tie)
Tell all my niggaz goodbye (tell my niggaz goodbye)
Tell `em that I`m on my wayyyyy (tell `em I`m on my way man)
Say a prayer for me and hug the kids (hug the kids)
Tell God all of the shit I did (the shit I did)
And how the kids looked up to me (cause they did look up to me nigga!)
Yeahhhh
[Young Buck]
Heyyy - holla if you feel my pain
I been to hell and back, and I`m still the same
The block hotter than flames, but we sell the `caine
Puttin all kind of thangs in our baby`s name
Tell the hoes "I`m rich bitch" like my name Rick James
I really ain`t got shit, but I can`t complain
Cause L.T. got life, and Big Ju got fifty
Jimmy did his ten and D doin his twenty
Come get me, seems like it`s no way out
So when I say "Dirty," you say "South"
Tryin to put my hands on somethin, brush off my shoulders
Buy up some land or somethin, get what they owe us
You don`t have a plan, you`re nuttin is what they told us
Remember what the O.G.`s showed to the soldiers
Gotta make it to heaven or die tryin to get it
The day dude fuck with Dre, I was feelin like
[Chorus]
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[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Young Buck]
Damn, look at what I call my life, a glock-9
And a eightball of white, I got mine
Well, not quite, I got signed
And 50 put me right in the light, it took time
Meanwhile I`m livin the life
Where a nigga just might see prison tonight
My rent due, baby need food and shoes
I`m flat broke, still I refuse to lose
So I smoke, lookin for the fools with jewels
I`m `bout to see if it`s true what a uzi do
Nobody cares, and life ain`t fair or free
The best thang you can do is say a prayer for me
And how dare, y`all try to lock me up
You not here, so you ain`t really givin a fuck
But I swear, as long as I`m breathin, I`m hustlin
I`m thuggin, and this is the reason because I
[Chorus]
[Lyfe]
If you see me in a suit and tie (in a suit and tie)
Tell all my niggaz goodbye (tell my niggaz goodbye)
Tell `em that I`m on my wayyyyy (tell `em I`m on my way man)
Say a prayer for me and hug the kids (hug the kids)
Tell God all of the shit I did (the shit I did)
And how the kids looked up to me (cause they did look up to me nigga!)
Yeahhhh
[Young Buck]
Heyyy - holla if you feel my pain
I been to hell and back, and I`m still the same
The block hotter than flames, but we sell the `caine
Puttin all kind of thangs in our baby`s name
Tell the hoes "I`m rich bitch" like my name Rick James
I really ain`t got shit, but I can`t complain
Cause L.T. got life, and Big Ju got fifty
Jimmy did his ten and D doin his twenty
Come get me, seems like it`s no way out
So when I say "Dirty," you say "South"
Tryin to put my hands on somethin, brush off my shoulders
Buy up some land or somethin, get what they owe us
You don`t have a plan, you`re nuttin is what they told us
Remember what the O.G.`s showed to the soldiers
Gotta make it to heaven or die tryin to get it
The day dude fuck with Dre, I was feelin like
[Chorus]
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