Young Buck - Thug Till Ya Death Day lyrics

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[Intro:]

As I ride through the city streets

Forty-five on my lap A-K on my backseat

Smokin a fat ass swisher sweet

Then I ask myself, Will I survive?

[Verse 1:]

How can I tell you Imma stop sellin bricks

That's that way man choose to pay his rent

Shit its hard to get a job gettin out the pen

Then they wonder why we right back in that bitch again

Try to peace talk, and sit down like men

But then theres always a friend that be like fuck them

So the guns bust, and the body must fall

Nothing can stop it not even Farakan balls

Its a shame tho, and what I came in the game fo

I really done slang dope, so really I'm thankful

To be in a position to make a thug listen

Aint no tellin who gon come up missin or go to prison

You can run from it, try to hide it from your peers

Let em hear bout it, before they go see what it is

I can give it to you, tell you bout what I done did

Even though Im gettin money yall this is how I live, fo real

[Chorus: x2]

Still on the block lookin for a better way

Its safe to say Im thuggin till my death day

Every gangsta in the world let us all pray

Then put in work homie, thug till ya death day

[Verse 2:]

Now everybody in the race for the first place

They gave D twenty years for his first case

We form gangs to protect our hood

If the police could lock us all up they would

But we dont trip tho, just pray to God we da picked folk

Relying on side hustles to get dope

Aint nobody rich, even if you workin with some millions

You need more money to support your cost of livin

See we dont cry in the hood no more

Aint really too much I aint seen before

Crackhead Fred said he'd kill for a nigga

When it came down to it, he did for a nigga

That don't get no realer cuz yall niggas ran

You was the only man with a gun in ya hand

Good thang that I dont trust a nigga with my life

Fill the clip with hollow tips we ridin tonight

[Chrous x2]

[Outro:]

Every neighborhood, every project, every block in the motherfuckin world

We gotta ride niggas, its us against the motherfuckin police

Aint no love, a man is only as good as his word

Death is something that comes for us all

What you scared fo? Nigga what you scared fo?

Gangsta, holla when you see me