Man, what a fuck, man?
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Shit!
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I'm on a hard bench, trying sleep in the pen
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Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
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First thing in a morning, it's the fuck shit
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They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
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He told me do it, one click, you ain't tell me to do it
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You ain't a shooter, you a ...nigga, you fucking loser!
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I fly the kite, my little man cut his sister up
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He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up
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I'm cool, I just wait till my next court day
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I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure.
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Surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis
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Gym stars open niggas up like Berettas
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I'm trying to be easy
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But every now and then I gotta put it in,
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Please believe me!
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You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
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Or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that!
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Hook:
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This is murder, this is not music
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I had yo style ten years ago,
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I just did not use it!
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You niggas forgot how I do it
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Well, I do it like this, nothing to it!
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This is murder, this is not music
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I had yo style ten years ago,
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I just did not use it!
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You niggas forgot how I do it
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Well, I do it like this, nothing to it!
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Yeah, same night from the .. woods
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Still with me, looking for some new spot to...
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Fuck your life, and see the.. yours
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Concrete floors, I still feel like I'm behind your doors
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I want war, I'm weared up, fatigued up
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I'm getting fast money, but I need to speed up! (Let's go!)
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Ya niggas kicking their feet up,
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Just smoking their weed up
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Well, I'mma creep up with my heat up, and make them freeze up!
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Hold up, brought these up!
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Put some bodies in a box for Maserati fox
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New York, when I get dead, I need to hear a lot of shots!
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A couple chickens on the video vixen
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Sent on a mission and one...bet I've been missing.
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I don't listen, I'm hard headed,
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Now just want, but you won't get it
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My niggas is out-breded, it's chrome just to beat the case.
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I see death when I see your face, you know
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And even at this pace, I'mma still lead the race
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Come on!
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Hook:
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This is murder, this is not music
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I had yo style ten years ago,
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I just did not use it!
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You niggas forgot how I do it
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Well, I do it like this, nothing to it!
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This is murder, this is not music
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I had yo style ten years ago,
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I just did not use it!
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You niggas forgot how I do it
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Well, I do it like this, nothing to it!
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Yeah! All I'mma do is this. I'mma keep counting money
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I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
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I'mma make you watch me win over and over again!
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You already know what it is with me, motherfucker
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This year, goddamn it!
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You motherfuckers is making me lose count man
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Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
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I'm getting! I got 100 dollar bills, for real, nigga!
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All I'mma do is this, man.
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You hear that sound in the background?
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I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired!
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I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house, nigga!
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When I count more than your momma house, I'mma take a break.
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We gonna get a new style!
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Hand me that money over there, that's what we gonna do!
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All year long!
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It's back to 50, you already know
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Get the money, and shut the fuck up
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Watch me do what I'm doing,
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Cause niggas can't stop nothing that I'm doing, nothing I'm doing!
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Right after you get in the way
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We gonna start shooting again like it's nothing changed
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We went through that whole
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'Kumbaya my lord, let's be friends by the fire!"
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It's over, nigga!
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Back to the script, you know how this shit go
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How much is that?
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Oh, if you could see me right now
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I got an alligator on nigga!
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You, you think it should go different?
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See that's where you go wrong!
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When you think who the fuck asked you to think, nigga?
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Now you think that, writing comments and tweeting
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And your hash tags and, you know what the fuck you do nigga
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Let me do what I do!
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This Is Murder Not Music (Remix)
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Young Buck |