[Young Buck]
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Dis for all dem niggaz out dere jackin
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This how we gon' put it down
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Dem gangsta niggaz from J.C. center court 12th
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3rd Avenue, my block
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Nigga, murder murder mayne
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I come nake faceded, ain't no need for a ski-mask
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From neck down, I'm black down, eye to eye when I blast
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[Rizin Sun]
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No question, I got the code
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Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload
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Hit 'em below
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[Young Buck]
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His fuckin knees
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Before we leave, we gon' locate them ki's
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A nigga gotta eat, ya heard me?
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[Rizin Sun]
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You know the player when we get there, kill e'rything in there
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Leavin no clues, like we never even been there
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[Young Buck]
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Life ain't fair, but fuck it it's a new year
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I'm grabbin my strap, cockin it back, and boo-yaa
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We almost thay-urr
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[Rizin Sun]
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Lock down the spot
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Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot
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[Young Buck]
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One of them all day killers, who's hard to spot
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Jackin all y'all whether it's dark or not
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[Chorus: both 2X]
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It's blood in - blood out - and you know what I'm about
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I'm ridin high - nigga I'm ridin high
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So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin it big
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Cause I'm clearin the block - oh I'm clearin the block
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[Rizin Sun]
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We did our job, now we on the next mission
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The next victim, go on see if the tec spittin
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[Young Buck]
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No bullshittin, see they don't know just how we livin
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I'm goin all out, I ain't scared to go to prison
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[Rizin Sun]
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Make your own decision, it's gon' be a long ride
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I need the money, I can't wait a long time
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[Young Buck]
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Keep a strong mind, cause we done waited in a long line
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Just to get our shine on, now it's our time
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[Rizin Sun]
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Believe that, it's our turn
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Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned
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[Young Buck]
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We all must learn, that money is the key to life
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And niggaz gon' die if we ain't eatin right
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[Chorus w/ minor variations]
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[Young Buck]
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Who you know livin right, ain't nobody spreadin love
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Niggaz snown off that white, goin out and sheddin blood
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[Rizin Sun]
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Life lookin like my momma said it would
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Whether or not I still ride for the hood, I'm on my block
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[Young Buck]
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My niggaz they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops
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From J.C. the center court life's hard knocks
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[Rizin Sun]
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Hold on, grab your glock, did you see the car stop?
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(Which one?) The black Benz with the top dropped
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[Young Buck]
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Fuck 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot
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Represent how I'm livin, keep on drivin down the block
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[Rizin Sun]
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Oh it's on now, let's take the back route
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Get your mac out, it's blood in blood out
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[Chorus]
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[RS]</i> Clear the block, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
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[YB]</i> Nuttin but gangsta niggaz - be clearin the block
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[RS]</i> Ay man, Rizin Sun and Buck
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Blood In Blood Out
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| Young Buck |
