Young Buck

Young Buck - Can't Keep Livin lyrics

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Ay let me get that ski-mask D-Tay

Priest, load up the strap mayne

Let me go get some money mayne

[Young Buck]

Life ain't 'posed to be like this, robbery and poverty

24 hour shifts to keep this cocaine off of me

Y'all ain't livin how I'm livin, one mo' week I'm seein prison

Cause to get what I'm after, a nigga might be missin

I ain't listenin to shit, hit the Sweet and load the clip

Cause if crime didn't pay, then I'd be still on the strip

You niggaz still runnin yo' lips, I be runnin them zips

Up and down the interstate, makin ten G's a trip

A hardheaded nigga, do whatever it takes

to go and get that bread nigga, heard what I said nigga?

Been misled for a long time, waited in a long line

Finally I'm here, now this rap game is mine

Keep the herb burnin, ain't nuttin changed cause I'm worth somethin

Y'all know the Young Buck, I'ma leave this earth bluntin

But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry

Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Hey - I can't keep livin this way

'Bout to load up my fuckin AK

My mission is to go and get paid

Get paid

[Young Buck]

Ain't no nigga out here heaven-sent, not on these streets

E'rybody want the Presidents cause niggaz gotta eat

So I try to leave no evidence and come when you sleep

In your residence nigga until my mission's complete

Stay draped in my heat, paranoid like that

You kill me? R.I.P. I got boys like that

Who said they needed a white pack to strike back, shit

Just give me the right mac and nigga I'll be right back

Hardcore, and show these niggaz they don't want war

You want more? Well gimme what I'm here for

Y'all know I been raw, from day one

This teenager with the big boys, gettin the job done

Got a daddy, but he ignored both of his sons

Had to pay for my own way, as a child on the run

I ain't scary, the AK-47, I married

Cause a nigga had to have that by any means necessary

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]

Look what y'all done to me, forced a nigga to this point

Wouldn't feed me when I was hongry, I couldn't ignore it

But I stay to my - lonely, and didn't show it

So when I killed you and your homies, you wouldn't know it

Cristal I let you po' it while I fuck with the Hennessy

All this time I'm the nigga that you pretend to be

Tables done turned now I'm like "Remember me?

The same lil' nigga you overcharged for a ki"

Times hard on a G, you was larger than me

Young, but I ain't dumb, you ain't smarter than me

Give niggaz a inch, and they takin the whole mile

So I hop out the 6, and I takin they whole pile

Uh-uh whoa now, how many niggaz see this grown child

Shit gettin hectic then you shut 'em down

Tennessee to Uptown, niggaz is thuggin, mean muggin

Ain't no stoppin I'm hot, and the game is what I'm lovin nigga

[Chorus - 2X w/ ad libs]

Get money nigga!

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