young buck – dead or alive lyrics
[young buck:] aiyo paul what up n-gg-?
[dj paul:] buck whats goin’ on baby?
[young buck:]
aiyo n-gg- you know, you’ve been knowin’ a n-gg- since
he was knee-high
you know what i’m sayin’?
and its like i’m down here in ca$hville,
i got this motherf-cker off the chain you know what i’m
sayin’?
we trappin’, i’m about to run this motherf-cker hot
i’m comin’ up to there in time to f-ck with you homie
you know what i mean?
[dj paul:]
right back at you n-gg-
from ca$hville to m-town
[chorus: young buck]
they’ll never take me alive i ain’t goin’ back to jail
the money lookin’ good i got dope to sell
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
you can’t catch me and you can’t hold me
and you can’t find me because you don’t know me
(lets go!)
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
[verse 1: young buck]
first i’m a get a key
here i go remember me?
i took it from my enemy
left him in his bentley seat
never should have let me go, i done got my mind right
and even though i’m on parole somebody ‘gon die tonight
f-ck it we ‘gon park this
see who sittin’ on twenty-sixes and we ‘gon rob them
holla at a couple b-tches, know who we are man?
some real n-gg-s i’m a ghetto superstar man
now set it off
break ’em off
f-ck some handcuffs
stand up
and what?
n-gg- man up
walked out the courtroom feelin’ like oj
i got my knife in the club if you want to play
[chorus: young buck]
they’ll never take me alive i ain’t goin’ back to jail
the money lookin’ good i got dope to sell
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
you can’t catch me and you can’t hold me
and you can’t find me because you don’t know me
(lets go!)
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
[verse 2: young buck]
(would you step out the car sir?)
why’d you pull me over?
looked him in his eye and took his head off his
shoulders
cocaine dreams
i can see me runnin’ the team
some b-tt naked b-tches baggin’ grams of that green
bustin’ at patrol cars from the project rooftops
got to keep ’em out of here so that we can move the
rock
mafia, militant like a black panther
i’m like a young huey newton in a black phantom
yeah we shootin’
and recruitin’
starting riots, thats how we do it
and i’m not turnin’ myself in so stop askin’
we hop out blastin’
and walk out laughin’
[chorus: young buck]
they’ll never take me alive i ain’t goin’ back to jail
the money lookin’ good i got dope to sell
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
you can’t catch me and you can’t hold me
and you can’t find me because you don’t know me
(lets go!)
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
[young buck:]
whats up all my real n-gg-s and real b-tches?
it feels good to be in ya’ll city tonight
now i need everybody, to put they trigger fingers in
the air
and repeat after me:
(lets go!)
you got a gun b-tch i got a gun to
you got a gun b-tch i got a gun to
you got a gun b-tch i got a gun to
you got a gun b-tch i got a gun to
[chorus: young buck]
they’ll never take me alive i ain’t goin’ back to jail
the money lookin’ good i got dope to sell
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
you can’t catch me and you can’t hold me
and you can’t find me because you don’t know me
(lets go!!!!!)
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
f-ck the police, n-gg- f-ck the police
[young buck:]
yeah aiyo man,
i just felt like…
i need to let the world know
you know,
f-ck lapd man
f-ck nypd man
you know what i mean?
matter fact, f-ck, f-ck them country -ss police in
ca$hville n-gg-
yeah,
and and you you can try to pull a n-gg- over and all
that
but i tell my n-gg-, n-gg- we shoot back
yeah!!!
so you know, when you see me sw-ngin’ n-gg-
handling my business
mindin’ my own business
stay the f-ck out my way n-gg-
ha ha
ca$hville records n-gg-
we gettin’ money though
f-ck the police
yeah!
they’lll never take me alive
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