No Mo

[Verse One: Young Buck]

These niggas ain't shit (no mo')

Like I ain't rich (no mo')

Ain't wit my bitch (no mo')

Cause she don't get no doe

I'm in my '64

I got two bricks to go

I got two clips fo' sho'

Cause I've been tricked befo'

Whoa

Niggas die from the shit they didn't know

So the price is getting higher and the O's getting low

Shawty's barely getting by selling nickle bags of 'dro

And she 54

Old enough to be my mama tho'

All my brothers in the pen, where the fuck am I'ma go?

(I don't know)

Nigga got killed in the trap so it's kinda slow

Yeah, so now we selling different kinds of 'dro

A white girl need another line to blow

So when I'm finished with this verse, cuz it's time to go

I take my roof off and shoot off

All sick, candle apple red, no Rudolph

I'm with a nigga Julo

It's Buck

[Scratching]

"If I don't get it then I'ma die trying"

[Hook]

Better get it how you live and either live how you get it

Cause it can get real don't forget it

Shit can change in a heartbeat in these hard streets

But you can't let it

Gotta get it how you live it, either live how you get it

Cause shit can get real, don't forget it

Shit can change in a heartbeat in these hard streets

But you can't let it

[Verse Two: Aspects]

Four my brothers got locked and the others got killed

When it pop off, shit can get real in the field

I move with the steel

Protect your neck and your bills

Don't think they won't, yes they will

Next thing you know your body's still

But I'm still just trying to live it

Give my family a better life

Just like [?] I never did the shit right

Too many fights and late nights and all kind of drugs

Putting in work, doing dirt with all kind of thugs

I knew that God got a plan for me

Is He really down for me?

Cause when I need Him wasn't around for me

I'm still kicking it, still here going still

Rolling while I'm zoning and this money is the motive

And it's all about the paper

It's always been my nature

Been a player chasing money making players since my mom gave labor

I'm still living and giving is my mission I'm driven

And it's been written

Life will never be sufficient

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Celph Titled]

Got killers on the payroll

And for a few peso's

They'll bust a nut from the clip, give you a face load

Force fed ya an aborted fetus

Go to war with these leaders

You'd rather vacation in North Korea

I'm fucking up these pots and pans

Scraping 'em out to add more decimals to the grams

I use the same raggity ski mask when I hit licks

Since day one the doc been telling mama that this kid's sick

So tell me I don't shoot hammers

When you scared to hit the strip like a first time nude dancer

You can't flex hard you got a desk job

So no surprise I shot

Your brains outta your cubicle, think outside the box

So let's say who's better

When I come to your city y'all better be some doomsday preppers

I feel like Birdman Jr or Lil' Weezy or some shit

Hanger size garage but still I don't think my truck fit/Trukfit

[Scratching]

"Eyes on"

"Get yours or get rolled over"

"But if I don't get it then I'ma die trying"

"Open up your eyes and see what these streets done to me"

"You gotta hold it down"