[Intro: Young Buck]
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Aight rap niggaz (yeah!)
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You got 24 hours to live nigga (ha ha)
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Your time's up right motherfuckin now nigga
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Dah dah dah dahhhh
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[Chorus: Young Buck]
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Y'all niggaz ain't no killers, y'all niggaz some hoes
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And y'all act like gorillas but you already know
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If the gangstas feel us then 50 should'ta let me go
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All the rappers that was beefin they ain't talkin no mo'
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I'll bust they motherfuckin head ho (who wanna diiiie?)
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I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide)
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I'll bust they motherfuckin head ho (who wanna diiiie?)
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I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide)
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[Young Buck]
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Can't wait to see ya homie, gotta keep that Nina on me
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Haters wanna leave me lonely - but y'all ain't killin me
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Fuck you, ya ain't feelin me, what you eat don't make me shit
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I'm cleanin my artillery and wipin off these hollow-tips
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Shawty like to swallow dick, and she set up good licks
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I treat her like a pit and holla - GET 'EM GIRL, GET HIS BRICK!
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You know if you snitch, what we do to tattletales
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Cut off yo' bottom lip, send it to you in the mail
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I'm coverin up my trails, I smell gunpowder
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And the hood hot as hell cause of 48 hours
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All my niggaz tryin to rob a rapper and get a bird
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Take his platinum and his fur, get in the back of that hearse
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Muh'fucker
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[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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[Interlude]
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Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
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(Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin)
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Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
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(Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin)
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[Young Buck]
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Yes, I brought a A.K. to my concerts
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So I don't need security, I put in my own work
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I'm walkin with my jewelry, I know I ain't from round here
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But y'all gon' have to kill me before I lay it down, yeah
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I was on the news for knockin him out his shoes
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But the dude got a son that go to my daughter's school
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So I'm cool, cause I can grab what he love most
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And that's the reason why you see me laughin then go
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Pay the bond money, let me get back to the streets
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The one man army, a Indian with no chief
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I got a bomb on me, so e'rybody move slow
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Biggie Smalls said it, "If I go, you got to go"
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[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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[Young Buck]
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(Beef) Is when I see you niggaz on the streets
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The barrel of the beretta knock out motherfuckers teeth nigga
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(Beef) Just when you think it's good to go to sleep
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I crawl from under the bed, and put a hole in your head homie
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(Beef) Is probably what you rappers gonna die fo'
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It's somethin that we live by, somethin that we ride fo'
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It's (beef) so when you see that '72 Caprice
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With a chopper out the window like, buck a motherfucker
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This is (beef); just know that there will never be peace
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This 40-Glock'll make you niggaz NEVER sell a CD
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And since it's (beef) well this might be my last verse
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Cause I'ma set it off, I'm about to blast first
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[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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[Outro: Young Buck]
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HEY! Yeah
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Niggaz know who it is nigga
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It's ya homeboy Young Buck motherfuckers!
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And I just beat another motherfuckin gun case, ha hahhhh!
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You know what it is nigga
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Top of Bullets-burg, the world keeps turnin
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Dead bodies come up every day nigga
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Get out the way! CAUSE I'M COMIN!!
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Buss Yo' Head
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| Young Buck |
