Young Buck

Young Buck - This Ain't Living lyrics

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Drunker than a motherfucker tryin' to make it home

Pedal to the metal with no headlights on

Hennessey and weed with the shots of Patrone

I'll have a nigga's dick hard all night long

The rain can't stop me I'm sittin' on chrome

The police watch me to catch me in the wrong

My hood got love for me and when its on

If a nigga get a word bet a nigga gettin' gone

You niggas livin' dead when you workin' for the Feds

You get a little bread then get popped in the head

A white t-shirt with your face on the front

Nobody at the church ever respect what you done

So i'm a give 'em hell

'Till they open up the cells

For the young black males

Twenty five in hell

I'm out on bail and I ain't goin' back

Just hope that my parole officer's knowin' that

 



Livin' a little harder

What do I do with my life?

Livin' a little harder

What do I do with my life?

This ain't livin'

Nah nah baby this ain't livin'

Ah nah nah





The ghettos full of rules that you got to live by

The metal I use is a Glock .45

My best friend died and I didn't even cry

Been tryin' to find who killed him to set him on fire

The project buildings is gettin' torn down

They got us in one place so its a war now

Pay what you weigh don't nobody give credit no more

You don't know what to do with it what you sellin' it for?

Seen fake niggas live and some real niggas go

So I really will kill and i'm hard on a ho

Shootin' at my enemies killin' 'em all

I will not sleep I got to find who killed my dog

Lil Jimmy locked up so until he come home

Got a wall full of platinum, pocket full of stones

I'm out here on my own

Holdin' it down

And i'm not goin' back my P.O. know now

Come on





Livin' a little harder

What do I do with my life?

Livin' a little harder

What do I do with my life?

This ain't livin'

This ain't livin'

Nah nah baby this ain't livin'

Ah nah nah

This ain't livin'

This ain't livin'

Nah nah baby this ain't livin'

Ah nah nah





Yeah, now lets ride niggas

Roll your weed, fill your cups up

You now ridin' with a gangsta nigga









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