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