All My Life

[Intro]

Now we can't lose (fo' sho')

Ya'll niggas wanna know what we did this is what we did nigga

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

Extended the family world-wide, recruited a couple comrades

I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats

Bad ass lil' nigga wit a trash bag now I gotta confess it

Every day arrested

Niggas wanna test this to get at the hoes

So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold

Bitches 17 years old round 100 kilos

Half of y'all pickin' pot out your nose with afros

Rollin' with the big boys soakin up game

And we'll be back seat with the cardier frames

The easier it got nigga the harder it came

But I stayed in the game

That's the heart in this mayne

There'll be hell on earth if I stay in the game

Talk about kickin' up dirt like the broncos plane

Call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways

A hato's man feel crime don't pay

[Hook: Young Buck]

All my life I visualized me handlin' mine

And fuck waitin, cause god ain't promising time

So now I'm drawin' a line before I get to far behind

Lord if I'm lyin' strike me down on time

[Repeat]

[Verse 2: D-Tay]

The last verse I wrote, I burned my hand

Cause there's only so much heat, that my hand can stand

I'm too hot to spit that

You not you get that

Don't get to height, or this Glock'll click back

I bitch smack niggas and I ain't that mean

My chopper gon do you proper look at what that did

I'm clip flipin', pistol grippin', dippin', set trippin'

Believe me you don't wanna see me wit the 4tec spittin'

You bull-shittin'

I'm just goin' live by you guys

My whole team roll me homey, ride or die

Ridin' high

Sheaf and do-do like I'm in Cali

I'm type this one for the block and blast from the alley

I'm raw wit it Tony Montana, extra banana

Interstate from my way down to Atlanta, comes from a scanna

Just crossed the Tennessee line

All my life I visualized me handlin' mine (what)

[Young Buck]

It's all for one and one for all nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Buck]

Now let ya nuts hang nigga

Start up the engine in the cut thang nigga

Brang pain to these niggas

Ice on my trigga finga

Let the world know, I'm a balla when I came for the scrilla

Gorilla they gon label me

Ain't no way y'all bitches gon disable me, put me on cable TV

Peace treaties ain't accepted here, blood-bath

Split him in half now nigga from his feet to his ear

[Verse 4: D-Tay]

If I don't know ya then its fuck ya, we ain't talkin shit out

Catch me at ya people, we jus sparkin shit out

Yea I'm so hood, that bullshit you spittin ain't no good

I bust a nigga weave, act like poppin a car hood

You want ya gurl back, pay the fee and its all good

Until I cop a 7-series beamer wit all wood

My whole team makin riches we shinin, we ball good

You can boss and Young Buck'll catch us our hood

[Hook]