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young buck – karate chop (remix) lyrics

(intro)
you know, this just some real n-gg- sh-t, a real n-gg- story
you know what i’m saying?

(hook: future)
slang a bunch of narcotics
pull up in the new ‘rrari
living like john gotti
chopping bricks like karate
drink a bunch of codeine
serve it to the dope fiends
blowing money, stay clean
michael jackson, billie jean

(verse 1: young buck)
pop a couple mollies, get my head right
breakin down bricks, you done stay at night
50 on my wrist, baby told me stuntin
i’m gon pay my b-tch bills every month
i just touched down, smelling like 100 pounds
hear that money sound every time i come around
you ain’t talkin bout racks, n-gg- get back
all them hoes you be chasin, i done hit that
f-ck a gold chain, n-gg- go and buy a bird
i’m getting money, sippin syrup, f-ck what ya heard
beat a murder case, n-gg-s know i bust a k
keep some young n-gg-s with me, they be touchin yay
okay

(verse 2: future)
whipping up a cake, just to go and sn-tch a spider
young n-gg- play with ki’s, like a type writer
al capone, john gotti was a n-gg- idol
i was never snitching, i can put it on the bible
in a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
n-gg- where you at, n-gg- we go pull up on ya
young b-tch looking like janet in the 80′s
we was grinding up from two and a baby
got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl
got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
send it over from new mexico & let me work
i can get 36 for a clean shirt

(verse 3: lil wayne)
pop a lot of pain pills
bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
beat that p-ssy up like emmett till
yeah….
two cell phones ringin’ at the same time
that’s your ho, callin’ from two different phones
tell that b-tch “leave me the f-ck alone!”
see, you f-ck her wrong, and i f-ck her long
i got a love-hate relationship with molly
i’d rather pop an ollie, and my d-ck is a trolley
boy, i’ll bury you like halle
and these hoes say i’m blind
cause i don’t see nothin’ wrong with a little b-mp and grind
man i just received a package
them other n-gg-s taxin’
and my pockets so fat, i’m startin’ to feel contractions
and my cousin went to jail for them chickens
and he already home and that n-gg- must be snitchin’
cut him off like karate!

- young buck lyrics

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