Thug Till Ya Death Day

Young Buck

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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

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    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

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