4 Kings

Young Buck

[Jazze Pha] 
Ladies and Gentlemen.. 

[Hook - Young Buck] 
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers 
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws 
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers 
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws 

[Chorus: Young Buck] 
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) 
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) 
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) 
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) 

[Verse 1 - Young Buck] 
I'm in the Porche, no passenger 
Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficer 
See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state 
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate 
You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss 
Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't got caught 
We don't even use scails, niggaz break off a brick 
Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get 
They gave big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin' 
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him 
Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine 
I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind 
Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin' wit Buck now 
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now 
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap 
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat 
YEAHH 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - T.I.] 
Hey 
Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat 
That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet 
Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain't even high yet 
Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fly yet 
Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin' 
They done gave her 20 mil, well big deal pimpin' 
Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin' 
'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin' 
Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women 
In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions 
Like me at 13, out in no supervision 
Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin' 
Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block 
Keep the hatin' to yourself, 'cause that AK be on the block 
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop 
Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy] 
Let's go 
1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow 
Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it's gon' snow 
Told y'all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so 
Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O 
Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True) 
LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score 
I turn the brick into a label, nigga I'm a boss 
Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss (Haha) 
Sold two million records, and half a million O's (Damn) 
Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks 
You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' real 
Just my ears alone, iss like a quarter a mil' (That's right) 
Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup) 
I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers love it 
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash 
Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin' ass 
Wassup 

[Chorus] 

[Hook - Young Buck] 
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers 
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws 
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers 
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
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