Blaze up the indoor, raise up the window
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I can hear the shots outside, you better get low
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You know, life's a bitch 'cause she the shit, though
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Yeah, I'm still trapping at the signal
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Mama planned pics for her son, let them bricks go
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Mama hit the numbers, daddy wondering what she here for
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My old bitch she under, wanna know what we quit for
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Told her I'm like you, you know, tryina get dough
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Dope fiend keep my car clean, told him hit it with the briller
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'the inside and vacuum up the spill, take care of that
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The weed too high so I still grow
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Why you think I got this high as light, be your foe
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Why you think I got these thousand white pills for
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They moving real slow, I'm tryina make a meal, hoe
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Why the fuck do you think that I left the ville for
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Niggas might act like they don't but they still know
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Listen, you can hear the shots outside
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I can hear the shots outside
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It go plucka, plucka, plucka
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Niggas take cover, these bullets ain't got no eyes
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When they shooting motherfucker
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I hear the shots outside, man, be quiet
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I hear the shots outside, shh
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Listen, the shells hit the sidewalk, no bullshit
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Two bedroom project with a full kit
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You know, two Glocks I got black with two full extensions
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You niggas snitching not to mention still whipping while I'm on bar
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Bitch, I'm all done
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You pussy niggas ain't gonna do nothing, I know you don't mean that
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Bought a brick with the shit that came off your arm
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And my young niggas working, I keep it work form
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We all here for a purpose and then it's done for
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It's up to you if you gonna decide if it's worth going
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It's a war, get on the floor, they send the hit for
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Shorty they grab the answer and dealt with my shit, sure
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I told you watch them bullets hit the brick wall
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Don't know where this found me but I'm stunting and my bitch raw
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Look at the window, I see shooters tryina shoot y'all
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This ain't no different from me, we all going through it, bro
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Listen, you can hear the shots outside
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I can hear the shots outside
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It go plucka, plucka, plucka
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Niggas take cover, these bullets ain't got no eyes
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When they shooting motherfucker
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I hear the shots outside, man, be quiet
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I hear the shots outside, shh
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Listen
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Shots Outside
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Young Buck |