Get Away

[Intro: Young Buck & Kidd Kidd] Kidd Kidd, what up, nigga? What's good with it, Buck? I went to 50, I said, "Look, nigga, I'm in these streets for real, man, I gotta get away from this shit, nigga" You already know he was a street nigga so he feel that He gon' get a nigga wigged, dog, tell him to get the fuck— Let's get this money [Chorus: Young Buck & Kidd Kidd] Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away [Verse 1: Young Buck] Even in the hood we be shooting all day Got dead souls walking through the project hallways Seen a dead body laid next door of where I stay Couldn't do nothing 'bout it, just walked away My nigga Tray just lost his youngest son He bought a knife but the other one bought a gun He got life for the stupid, dumb shit he done We popping niggas now just for fun I got bullet holes in my car do' Nigga ran off but he didn't get far though Whole clip dumping out the fully auto Got a good grip, I'ma hit my target You done let this shit get started Knowing damn well that I get retarded Pull up in this bitch, didn't even park I just hopped out, emptied my cartridge Caught another case and beat my charges Gun conviction but I keep it regardless And my hands itching, a young nigga starvin' Paint my picture, I guess I'm an artist I really wanna leave but I feel like I'm missin' somethin' You could find me posted up, twistin' somethin' Fucking with the work, nigga gettin' somethin' I'm hanging out the window, hittin' somethin', I gotta [Chorus: Young Buck & Kidd Kidd] Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] It was me, [?], Marlo No book bag, had a bag full of dope Gotta move fast, one time, creep slow No telling what I would've did for the dough Watching my neck ‘cause they playing cutthroat Can't go home, they just kicked in the do' I don't know who it was but I know somebody told, bang! Hope it ain't nobody I know, shh Just another nigga out that nine Never go nowhere without my nine Really, I'm out my mind Paranoid, I've been hit six times And only Lord knows I need head like [?] I've sinned, amen Thought I saw Mike at the crossroads Tryna drop my past Never know what the future holds When you're nothing but a hoodlum Going up against the soldiers Street James Brown, man's in my soul Ten years old, I was in a man's world Never did what I was told, only done what I was showed Daddy selling crack so that's what I sold [Chorus: Young Buck & Kidd Kidd] Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, get away now Get away, get away, gotta get away [Outro: Kidd Kidd & Young Buck] Ya know what I'm saying, my nigga? Gotta get the fuck - a nigga gotta go to France or something I know, I know you still got them passports Hell yeah, ay honestly, my nigga I probably done ran through fifteen passports, my nigga Real talk, no bullshit Nigga, I'm still on my second one, ye heard me? Don't trip, my nigga, we getting the numbers up Really though, really though They know what it is You gotta come though, Buck, I know you're a convicted felon and all that, ya heard me? But nigga, let me in Matter of fact, Canada, let me in that motherfucker Canada, let me in When you got that bread, they gon' let you through customs, believe that Yeah, hell yeah, one thing we do got, we got money Oh yeah Yeah, we got money We got money now Shout out to 50 50, what up, nigga? Real shit, this shit crazy though Talking 'bout money Real niggas getting in the do' See when real niggas get in the do', you know what they do? They put they feet in the middle of that bitch so the do' can't close And then we bring more niggas, the right niggas through We bring the right niggas with us The fuck nigga, we leave the fuck nigga on the side of the road Looking like the God damn, uh One of them motherfuckers that be like, "Can I catch a ride?"