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YOUNG BUCK : Dickie Fits lyrics

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YOUNG BUCK lyrics : "Dickie Fits"

See ^!$$% we thugged out for a reason
^!$$%z ain't thuggin, because, they like the look ^!$$%
Or they like to be on these streets ^!$$%

^!$$% we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm from
Ca$hville, gangsters ^!$$%


[Verse One]
I had to step back and regroup myself, overlook employees
And see how much juice was left cause ^!$$%z came for me

Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki' movings
Soakin game from Baby watchin old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go with this platinum uzi

To keep you (*##$es losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin
^!$$%z refusin feel that heat first, %#@! gets deeper
See when we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeper

The job is done when you get 911's
Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all alone
My attitude can quickly change potnah

Heads get bust open like Priest when he poppin bottles
No role models to look up to when you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different ways

Trade that deuce 57 and get yourself two K's
Then let a ^!$$% know how much mo' you made in two days


["Infrared on all straps" sample repeats]

[Verse Two]

How can a ^!$$% blame another ^!$$% for the way he would plan
His operation led to destination under sand
Some ^!$$%z playin with me are scared to stand behind their steel

Shake up and break up what was organized for years
Shed tears, when white folks hand a ^!$$% a L
Ball up and $#&@ all up a ^!$$% mail

Beeper reportin low, when you put in a Duracell
Put it in your mind, cause that's the first sign they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty money %#@! be hard to tell

who doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the cells
When you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, %#@! out here gettin real

Somebody lackin they skills and they street smart
Ain't no sunshine playboy, they life dark
It takes one star, one car, one ^!$$% who made it far

One thug, one grudge and it's life behind bars

["Infrared on all straps" sample repeats]


[Verse Three]
I stand all man ^!$$%, though a child in age

I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get paid
^!$$%z want you in the shade but when you come out and shine
then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine?

I never signed a dotted line, therefore just let me be
T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest peak
I might as well just speak, for the soldiers with Buck

Load your artillery, prepare to put your guns up
You think it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said it's all good no more, puttin on your black hood

Still the same frustration that stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these (*##$es then these ^!$$%z won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm shootin for

And in my quest for chips, there's some %#@! you can't ignore
So I load up the 4, if you want it then let it be
All these fake ^!$$%z tryin to be just like me


["Infrared on all straps" sample repeats]

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