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young buck - money made me crazy كلمات الأغنية

[young buck:]
yes
outlawz, c-bo, ca$hville records n-gg-s
yeah

[verse 1:]
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 sh-t homie, we got you

[chorus:]
its that ghetto gospel street sh-t
ya don’t want no beef b-tch
ca$hville
get your cap peeled
this is where we creep sh-t
we all hustlin’ around here
we all grindin’ around here
322 better be comin’ down around here

[verse 2:]
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’?

[verse 3:]
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 b-st-rd
i dare a n-gg- to sweat me boy, i part caskets
make ya hood be duckin’ plastic

[verse 4:]
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 n-gg-s with bandanas wanting me gone
and sh-t crumbling
our sh-t finally bubbling
they think we owe something i can’t see me even f-ckin’
with ’em
i made a dime in this game and i ain’t even get my d-ck
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
sh-t ain’t crazy, but hip hop ain’t dead
now country n-gg-s 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 scr-p for scr-p

[bridge:]
thug n-gg-s don’t die
we only multiply
thug n-gg-s don’t die
we only multiply
thug n-gg-s don’t die
we only multiply
thug n-gg-s don’t die
put your fingers in the sky

[young buck:]
yeah whats up n-gg-s?
yeah outlawz, c-bo, 615 we got this rap sh-t b-tches
so holla n-gg-
and before i say anything else, we got money to n-gg-
so what it is?
yeah
roll something up n-gg-
c-bo
ha ha
i see you n-gg-
yeah
the streets know what it is alright?
so anyone that talk to much
615 ha ha
oh man
d-mn
i know they see what we doin’
yeah

- young buck

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