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That's Right

Young Guns

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[Intro] It's about time niggas Oolah [Verse 1: Neef Buck] Motherfuckers I'm from a town where it ain't nothing nice Where niggas they hear that price And be at you the same night Tryna kill you got a knife Fuck a fight snatch your life I got thirty in my wind pipe And motherfuck I can fight They say we different but I say we just alike Each other crutches and these niggas be our luggage Heavy as shit unwilling to spit No I like them baby rub them on a crib And extend him on a glib Probably knowing it's a fifth Cause I bought alot of hollow tips This if you make a spliff And we ain't on the same tip Shit I got to bang at you niggas For the love of the figures Hell yeah we kill each other And kidnap them baby mothers And do dirt to ones that love us Yeah ones like no other Sort of like your brother And I got my niggas covered Long as I'm alive they alive Promise I'm gon' ride Never play both sides [Hook 2x] Buck you keep back now I bet you get clapped clown And you gon' come back 'round Once you hear how that Mac sound I'm not bitching you back down You know how to act now on your life Niggas I put the price That's right [Verse 2: Neef Buck] That's where we lived at War bring it where your kids at We throw enemies where ever you get at Nigga you get back Or get your motherfucking head cracked Pat! Pat! That's where we lived at At least a hundred thousand just to get your kids back Unsolved about that kidnap all about that riff raff When you wasn't with that 40 Cal's we so loud play the crowd you niggas get back In a cloud where you lay cause all that chit chat I got a fifth man take it you a shit bag Frontin on them ends Niggas put you in the pens Staples all crazy you fuckers shouldn't play me Multiple stab wounds Caught him slippin shit and had goons Up in the bath room now the Lord will see him soon We get it all late at midnight or early afternoon Whenever, wherever where that motherfucking chedder Yup! [Hook 2x] [Verse 3: Neef Buck] Nope definitely niggas won't get that recipe The flow stupid there much more then music What you tryna get at homie I been through it So don't be talking foolish Cause your life you will lose it Soon as I pull it start to thinking movement And bullets start coming out the top And motherfuckers start yelling down the block Screaming out somebody got shot And he left the shit a mess Ambulance gets what's left I'm a beast with the Tec I won't let you get a breath If you reach then you wet From your feet to your neck If you come around the set You won't make it out to tell it Pledge burning from the pullet In your clothes you can smell it No witnesses to tell it You fucking with a two time felon And feeling to put two to your melon And open you up Yeah you pussies starving and butt Don't want none of Buck put your renters up I don't give a fuck [Hook 2x]
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