Dickie Fits lyrics ( Young Buck )
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See nigga we thugged out for a reason
Niggaz ain't thuggin, because, they like the look
nigga
Or they like to be on these streets nigga
Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea
where I'm from
Ca$hville, gangsters nigga
[Verse One]
I had to step back and regroup myself, overlook
employees
And see how much juice was left cause niggaz came
for me
Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki' movings
Soakin game from Baby watchin old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go with this platinum uzi
To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time
when the jackers choosin
Niggaz refusin feel that heat first, shit gets
deeper
See when we beef we make yo' street hurt, check
yo' beeper
The job is done when you get 911's
Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother
all alone
My attitude can quickly change potnah
Heads get bust open like Priest when he poppin
bottles
No role models to look up to when you ghetto
raised
Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different
ways
Trade that deuce 57 and get yourself two K's
Then let a nigga know how much mo' you made in
two days
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[Verse Two]
How can a nigga blame another nigga for the way
he would plan
His operation led to destination under sand
Some niggaz playin with me are scared to stand
behind their steel
Shake up and break up what was organized for
years
Shed tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L
Ball up and fuck all up a nigga mail
Beeper reportin low, when you put in a
Duracell
Put it in your mind, cause that's the first sign
they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard
to tell
who doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the
cells
When you lived on the hill, was never late payin
yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, shit out here
gettin real
Somebody lackin they skills and they street
smart
Ain't no sunshine playboy, they life dark
It takes one star, one car, one nigga who made it
far
One thug, one grudge and it's life behind
bars
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[Verse Three]
I stand all man nigga, though a child in age
I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get
paid
Niggaz want you in the shade but when you come
out and shine
then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what
about mine?
I never signed a dotted line, therefore just let
me be
T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest
peak
I might as well just speak, for the soldiers with
Buck
Load your artillery, prepare to put your guns
up
You think it'll get to this, Bowre told me it
would
Said it's all good no more, puttin on your black
hood
Still the same frustration that stay beatin my
chest
If it ain't one of these bitches then these
niggaz won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm
shootin for
And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you
can't ignore
So I load up the 4, if you want it then let it
be
All these fake niggaz tryin to be just like
me
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