Young Buck

Young Buck - In The Air lyrics

rate me

And I can get it (let's work, let's work)

come and get it tonight.

(let's work, let's work on the way let's work)

The work on the way, let's work!

And I've been waiting for this moment all my life

the work on the way let's work,

the work on the way let's work, let's work.

Niggas ain't eating,

even rich niggas rob for no reason

bitches been boostin and them kids been thievin.

streets got asthma they barely breathin'

'cause got problems, broke niggas listen

baby mama's mad 'cause they baby daddy leavin'

there homie's gone and their family still grievin'

everybody builds do, everybody biffin'

everybody rollin plus everybody chiffin

ain't nobody smiling nigga, ain't nobody speaking

brand it the work touch down by the weekend,

things haven't withdraw, I got em get yeah

my lawyer got a phone call, then we need a weekend

I call em caught the mar, and they talking bout keep them,

we all in book back bitch did you pitch him,

ride with..with the 40s on the beat him.

They call me right call, the haters I don't see them

they act like they don't but they really wanna beat him,

I'm having dreams of fucking me and our people,

but wakin up them niggas trying to fight three bricks,

hold on!

Hook:

And I can get it, come and get it tonight

The work on the way, let's work, let's work

The work on the way, let's work!

And I've been waiting for this moment all my life

the work on the way let's work,

the work on the way let's work, let's work.

The cope's right high and the whip too,

the niggas all fake, I see through,

you're selling seven nature and see too,

and through the same damn thing the whip through,

niggas looking for the way, me too,

yeah I got some bills paid and some do,

saving..when it come through

I can show about a couple a hung young do,

you got a PO, I got 1-2

you said I never going back I'm on a run too

you said you're running with your strap I got a gun too

and you ain't bout to let nobody take nothing from you

you're dropping the top like fuck the sun roof

you're like f*cking the cop they got no proof

don't smile like a nigga got 1-2

you rappers living a lot and I'm the truth

don't work on the way..

[Hook:]

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Anonymous
Sunday 10th of February 2013 14:12
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