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Young Buck
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Money Made Me Crazy
Yes
Outlawz, C-Bo, Ca$hville Records niggas
Yeah
Homie don't make me grip this shotty
And rip your body
I've been feelin' like a villan
I can teach you the game like Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off got me sippin' the Saki
We keep one hundred, no hidden agendas
Do this for political prisoners, doin' they sentences
They locked my cousin Bo up for murder on wax
Now they tryin' to indict me sayin' my lyrics is crack
Be the one who pick the pepper for one last round
Alot of rappers fell down
We steadily climb
Speakin' of this, you should close your eyes
Visualize
If another one of us fall, another soldier 'gon ride
Outlawz don't die, its way deeper than the flesh
Just feel it in your bones, its grippin' to your chest
Its that ghetto gospel
With a mobste'rs roster
Yo Buck, don't worry about shit homie, we got you
Its that ghetto gospel street shit
Ya don't want no beef bitch
Ca$hville
Get your cap peeled
This is where we creep shit
We all hustlin' around here
We all grindin' around here
322 better be comin' down around here
My Tommy my homie my hood is the ghetto
Yeah i'm holdin' it down cause see, i'm good with that metal
My stash open
I'm hopin'
That they tempt me to poke him
Start locin'
With this 40 cal in my hand that i'm jokin'
Last man standin', death he 'gon meet him with his eyes open
After E.D. hit him, you don't believe them dimes smokin'?
This thug life forever so get it clicked up
Vice Lords, Dees up them snipers get your picks up
Ride on 'em
And if he snitchin' open fire on him
Pick him out the game cause Raymond retired homie
Give him a little protein
Flip him over and feed him some O like he a dope fiend
And i'm a killa, a black gorilla, a part Panther
Frontline of the Crips so yeah i'm part bastard
I dare a nigga to sweat me boy, I part caskets
Make ya hood be duckin' plastic
Its that ghetto gospel street shit
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Ya don't want no beef bitch
Ca$hville
Get your cap peeled
This is where we creep shit
We all hustlin' around here
We all grindin' around here
322 better be comin' down around here
I'm heavily focused my mind on cash
Tryin' to make it out the streets how much longer can I last?
I got connections in the game I can't speak on
And high powered niggas with bandanas wanting me gone
And shit crumbling
Our shit finally bubbling
They think we owe something I can't see me even fuckin' with 'em
I made a dime in this game and I ain't even get my dick wet
I ain't sittin' on no tickets
But I bomb off respect
I didn't want credit, now I don't even use it
Could've been rich off dope, but I rather give hope to music
Shit ain't crazy, but hip hop ain't dead
Now country niggas gettin' bread
This is an amazing movement they know its a wrap
Buck, Bo, The Lawz, 615 back to back
This is an amazing movement they know its a wrap
Buck, Bo, The Lawz, 615 scrap for scrap
Thug niggas don't die
We only multiply
Thug niggas don't die
We only multiply
Thug niggas don't die
We only multiply
Thug niggas don't die
Put your fingers in the sky
Yeah whats up niggas?
Yeah Outlawz, C-Bo, 615 we got this rap shit bitches
So holla nigga
And before I say anything else, we got money to nigga
So what it is?
Yeah
Roll something up nigga
C-Bo
ha ha
I see you nigga
Yeah
The streets know what it is alright?
So anyone that talk to much
615 ha ha
Oh man
Damn
I know they see what we doin'
Yeah
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