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dj drama & young buck – you can get it too lyrics

[intro:]
wussup real n-ggas? (real n-ggas..)
aye yo, shout out to dem n-ggas in penny-tentiary
i see y’all n-ggas, my n-ggas comin’ home!!
and it’s onn!!

[verse 1:]
i don’t want no problems (yeah n-gga), i just want to shoot (so watch yaself)
i don’t want to rob ’em (haha), i just want tha loot (gimme dat, mothaf-cka!)
i don’t want no problems (yeah n-gga), i just want to shoot (so watch yaself)
i don’t want to rob ’em (haha), i just want tha loot (gimme dat, mothaf-cka!)
there come ’em boys wit’ dem bandanas on (yeah!)
they totin’ a.k’s wit’ banana clips on (blow!)
you thankin’ we snorin’ some much white on dese streets (whudd!)
dese ho’s out here doin’, i’m a p-i-m-p
n-gga tip is murda case, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case
cashville tha murda state, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case
look i ain’t here to play, i can git it ‘nutha day (yeah!)
i do it fo’ tha hood, and you do it fo’ tv (c’monn!)
now, streets love n-ggas like me and young jeezy
i’m leanin’ on tha leatha and grippin’ on tha wood
wit’ my hand on a metal, i wish a n-gga would (wooooo)

[chorus: x2]
i don’t want no problems, i just want to shoot (boom!)
i don’t want to rob ’em, i just want tha loot (yeah!)
and i ain’t fo’ no talkin’, so wutchu wanna do?! (do!)
got cl!ck full of k!llas, n-gga you can git it too!! (too!)

[verse 2:]
tha word on tha streets is
some g-unit n-ggas, wit’ whole lotta guns, bussin’ shots (yeeaaahh)
so somebody call 50, and tell him come quicky
go try to make ’em young boys stop (ooowhh!!)
i’m not sent to play dese games (whudd!)
see some thangs, they’ll change
you’ll no longa hear me sayin’ dese rappas names (nah!)
i had e’nuff, gotta cake to shot, ya time’s up
b-tch i’m comin’ to ya hood if you wanna fight buck (let’s gooo!)
spider-loc got me ridin’ thru dese sets in l.a
as country as i am, mayn’ i feel like i’m gon’ stay(west-ssiide!)
they know a real n-gga when they see ’em – i won’t play
and i ain’t worry ’bout no money n-gga, i know dre
tha glock stay on me, and tha knife’s fo’ back-up (ooh!!)
i’m comin’ to tha +vibe awards+, dare ya to ack up (haha)
go tell ’em dat i’m back, and i’m still on my hustle
you know a n-gga stapped, hommie you don’t want no trouble

[chorus x2]
[outro:]
huh!!
so it is whudd it is..
dat’s a rap..
next time i’m start shootin’ tha sh-t outta you b-tch azz rap n-ggas
phureal tho!!
n-ggas know, i just walked out up of dat court room smellin’ like weed and shiit..
haha..
phureal like you know, tha probation offica can kiss my -ss!
tha d.a. can kiss my -ss!
every body in tha godd-mn court room, can kiss my -ss!!
f-ck y’all!!
’cause see, when a mothaf-ckin’ n-gga got his life in ya hands
y’all mothaf-ckin’ still good
but when a n-gga beat cho mothaf-ckin’ azz, y’all n-ggas be like “wooohh”

- dj drama young buck lyrics

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