[Intro: Young Buck]
Young Buck!
G-Unit motherfucker
Ayo
You niggas know what it is out there
Project buildings and bullet holes motherfuckers
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Increase the doses, bust on whoever closest
Thug livin', hell or prison, never losin' my focus, I'm makin' money moves mandatory
End of discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggas we rushin' and still bustin'
'Till the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, oh what a muthafuckin' feelin'
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers
But now legitlys o I laugh 'til I'm cryin', when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me
Why plant seeds in a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me
Not thе life for me
Livin' carefree, 'til I'm buriеd
And if they dare me, I bust on them niggas until they scurry
I'm clearly a man of military means to my artillery
Watchin' over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin' dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin' if this game'll last, feelin' the shame
Cocaine the product of the devil, am I sellin' my soul?
Got tired of small time livin', niggas tellin' me "no"
I got mine, fuck them other suckers, that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for a hustler
[Chorus]
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustla
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustler
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I hope this police think about it 'fore he pull me over (Yeah)
Before I see the pen I take his head off his shoulders (Boom)
Judge told me if I come back in this courtroom (What?) he gon' lock me up, I smiled and told him "Fuck you!"
This what a thug do (Huh)
Motherfuck a [?] [?] (C'mon)
Hustle 'till the sun come (Fo sho)
Pray to see another day
Can't put my gun away when everyday's a new beef
Smack him with the mac, I'm the reason he got two teeth back [?] [?]
Count stacks on these city streets, I got a platinum plaque and I know where they at for ten-a-key (For real)
They gon' remeber me 'cause I'm gon' leave my shell cases
Put me in the pen with Shyne
I don't want probation (I ain't never scared!)
This next generation worser than us
Instead of catching a bus these kids sellin' the dust
I trust no one not even my own homeboy
They say we ride 'till we die well I'm goin' to war
Who comin' with me?
[Chorus]
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustla
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for (No insanity) a hustler
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