feat. Rukus 100
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Bye bye
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I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
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Bye bye
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I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
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Bye bye
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Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
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Bye bye
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Nigga, I see you
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Bye bye
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Bye bye
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I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
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Bye bye
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I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
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Bye bye
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Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
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Bye bye
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Nigga, I see you
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Bye bye
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Bitch, she crazy, but no, I can't complain about it
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Can't let 'em break me, oh no, can't get no angel body
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Ok, then take me, three years, it ain't nothing about it
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Prison just fucked up for niggas who ain't about it
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I know why I am in this line up, though
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'Cause some street niggas forget 'bout what they signed up for
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You put a pussy in position, it's gonna fuck you
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And now you're dead broke but you should've wore a rubber
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My chopper on the couch, I'm bagging kush up with my mother
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And she tell me and my brothers just look out for each other
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That shit they sticking in their veins back then I didn't understand
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You can transport a million, breach the pen, know how you plan
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Nigga on the mile pitching but I don't under hand
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I'm throwing eight balls down the middle doing damage
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Niggas cannot hit me, I call it their foul ball
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Head to tails from players, I can win this game without y'all
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Bye bye
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I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
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Bye bye
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I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
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Bye bye
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Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
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Bye bye
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Nigga, I see you
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Bye bye
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Bye bye
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I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
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Bye bye
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I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
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Bye bye
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Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
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Bye bye
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Nigga, I see you
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Bye bye
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Just smoking on me, I told you
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Running laps around these phonies
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400 meters relays, the whole block full of herbals
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I'm jacking, join the curse with the word, Lord have mercy
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The streets got me on three-way with each and every corner
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The hood got me on replay and them bad bitches be on me
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I'm spinning like a DJ and the DA wanna cuff me
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My bond high as EBay and my PO acting funny
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But if I don't get no leeway I'm 100 miles and running
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Momma just got out prison and I just got out the county, too
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99% or half of the shit they spit ain't of the truth
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All these rappers rapping 'bout it but they never been through
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All these niggas chopping now but I ain't seem 'em coming through
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Different from what you used to, me and Buck like the juice crew
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He in the pen, I'm on probation and it's the test, too
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Bet every dime, I'mma gonna handle mine when the rent due
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Random test my urine, all my results say I'm getting to
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Bye bye
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I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
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Bye bye
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I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
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Bye bye
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Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
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Bye bye
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Nigga, I see you
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Bye bye
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Bye bye
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I drop the top and hit the gas on 'em
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Bye bye
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I hit the club and throw some cash on 'em business
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Bye bye
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Cut back my strap, put on my mask when I see you
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Bye bye
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Nigga, I see you
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Bye bye
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Bye Bye
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Young Buck |