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Young Buck Blood In Blood Out

down, eye to eye when I blast [Rizin Sun] No question, I got the code Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload Hit 'em below [Young Buck

down, eye to eye when I blast [Rizin Sun] No question, I got the code Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload Hit 'em below [Young Buck

down, eye to eye when I blast [Rizin Sun] No question, I got the code Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload Hit 'em below [Young Buck

shot it Chorus It's going down now On forever Square life is never Buck wildin is your life stylin Mashed out Hit a motel room Crashed out

money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money I got (Yeah) Money, money I got, money, money I got (Yeah, I run New York) I took quarter water, sold it in bottles for 2 bucks

blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger Just fills me, when niggas let out of town to

you in for kid? Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that? Wising up young blood

you amped, yo Got hoodrat bitches carryin' birds on the public transpo Niggaz in the hood that go out like Rambo They hot since 138th had that [unverified] Young Buck

still hungry True story, once threw a nigga from a two storey Asked for my paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for me" That's like takin' a steak out