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[Hook - Young Buck]


I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers


Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws


I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers


Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws





[Chorus: Young Buck]


I was standin` on the corner slangin` `caine (tryna make it do what it do)


Just another young nigga havin` thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)


I was standin` on the corner slangin` `caine (tryna make it do what it do)


Just another young nigga havin` thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)





[Verse 1 - Young Buck]


I`m in the Porche, no passenger


Feelin` like a filthy rich drug trafficer


See didn`t nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state


Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate


You not a boss if you ain`t never took a loss


Some birds never landed, but `least I didn`t got caught


We don`t even use scails, niggaz break off a brick


Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get


They gave big Paul life, but I ain`t thinkin` `bout stoppin`


`Cause soon he try to quit, that`s when the feds came got him


Ain`t nothin` in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine


I`m still paranoid though from what I left behind


Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin` wit Buck now


Tryna slow me down, got me pissin` in cups now


Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap


You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat


YEAHH





[Chorus]





[Verse 2 - T.I.]


Hey


Remember standin` in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat


That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain`t even came by yet


Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain`t even high yet


Spent 4 G`s or mo`, and I ain`t even fly yet


Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin`


They done gave her 20 mil, well big deal pimpin`


Think we fakin` when we spittin`, better get real pimpin`


`Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin`


Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin` for the women


In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions


Like me at 13, out in no supervision


Straight thug livin`, bumpin` pot drug-dealin`


Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block


Keep the hatin` to yourself, `cause that AK be on the block


Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop


Went from standin` on the block wit rock, to standin` on the top





[Chorus]





[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]


Let`s go


1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow


Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it`s gon` snow


Told y`all I was gon` blow, kinky B said so


Or not, back to chargin` 600 for an O


Ain`t nothin` to a G, shit I been here before (True)


LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score


I turn the brick into a label, nigga I`m a boss


Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain`t even gotta floss (Haha)


Sold two million records, and half a million O`s (Damn)


Add it all up, it`s `bout a billion rocks


You can`t be serious, you niggaz ain`t fo` real


Just my ears alone, iss like a quarter a mil` (That`s right)


Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup)


I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers love it


Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash


Now that`s Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin` ass


Wassup





[Chorus]





[Hook - Young Buck]


I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers


Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws


I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers


Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws

[Hook - Young Buck]


I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers


Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws


I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers


Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws





[Chorus: Young Buck]


I was standin` on the corner slangin` `caine (tryna make it do what it do)


Just another young nigga havin` thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)


I was standin` on the corner slangin` `caine (tryna make it do what it do)


Just another young nigga havin` thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)





[Verse 1 - Young Buck]


I`m in the Porche, no passenger


Feelin` like a filthy rich drug trafficer


See didn`t nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state


Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate


You not a boss if you ain`t never took a loss


Some birds never landed, but `least I didn`t got caught


We don`t even use scails, niggaz break off a brick


Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get


They gave big Paul life, but I ain`t thinkin` `bout stoppin`


`Cause soon he try to quit, that`s when the feds came got him


Ain`t nothin` in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine


I`m still paranoid though from what I left behind


Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin` wit Buck now


Tryna slow me down, got me pissin` in cups now


Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap


You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat


YEAHH





[Chorus]





[Verse 2 - T.I.]


Hey


Remember standin` in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat


That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain`t even came by yet


Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain`t even high yet


Spent 4 G`s or mo`, and I ain`t even fly yet


Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin`


They done gave her 20 mil, well big deal pimpin`


Think we fakin` when we spittin`, better get real pimpin`


`Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin`


Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin` for the women


In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions


Like me at 13, out in no supervision


Straight thug livin`, bumpin` pot drug-dealin`


Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block


Keep the hatin` to yourself, `cause that AK be on the block


Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop


Went from standin` on the block wit rock, to standin` on the top





[Chorus]





[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]


Let`s go


1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow


Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it`s gon` snow


Told y`all I was gon` blow, kinky B said so


Or not, back to chargin` 600 for an O


Ain`t nothin` to a G, shit I been here before (True)


LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score


I turn the brick into a label, nigga I`m a boss


Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain`t even gotta floss (Haha)


Sold two million records, and half a million O`s (Damn)


Add it all up, it`s `bout a billion rocks


You can`t be serious, you niggaz ain`t fo` real


Just my ears alone, iss like a quarter a mil` (That`s right)


Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup)


I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers love it


Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash


Now that`s Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin` ass


Wassup





[Chorus]





[Hook - Young Buck]


I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers


Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws


I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers


Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws

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