Young Buck, Celph Titled, Aspects - No Mo lyrics

These niggas ain't shit (no mo')
Like I ain't rich (no mo')
Ain't wit my bitch (no mo')
Cause she don't get no doe i'm in my '64
I got two bricks to go
I got two clips fo' sho'
Cause I've been tricked befo' whoa
Niggas die from the shit they didn't know
So the price is getting higher
And the O's getting low
Shawty's barely getting by selling
Nickle bags of 'dro and she 54
Old enough to be my mama tho'
All my brothers in the pen
Where the fuck am I'ma go? (I don't know)
Nigga got killed in the trap
So it's kinda slow yeah, so now we selling
Different kinds of 'dro
A white girl need another line to blow
So when I'm finished with this verse
Cuz it's time to go
I take my roof off and shoot off
All sick, candle apple red, no Rudolph
I'm with a nigga Julo it's Buck

"If I don't get it then I'ma die trying"

Better get it how you live and
Either live how you get it
Cause it can get real don't forget it
Shit can change in a heartbeat
In these hard streets but you can't let it
Gotta get it how you live it
Either live how you get it
Cause shit can get real, don't forget it
Shit can change in a heartbeat
In these hard streets but you can't let it

Four my brothers got locked and
The others got killed when it pop off
Shit can get real in the field
I move with the steel
Protect your neck and your bills
Don't think they won't, yes they will
Next thing you know your body's still
But I'm still just trying to live it
Give my family a better life
Just like I never did the shit right
Too many fights and late nights
And all kind of drugs putting in work
Doing dirt with all kind of thugs
I knew that God got a plan for me
Is He really down for me?
Cause when I need Him wasn't around for me
I'm still kicking it, still here going still
Rolling while I'm zoning and this
Money is the motive
And it's all about the paper
It's always been my nature
Been a player chasing money making players
Since my mom gave labor
I'm still living and giving is
My mission I'm driven
And it's been written
Life will never be sufficient


Got killers on the payroll
And for a few peso's
They'll bust a nut from the clip
Give you a face load
Force fed ya an aborted fetus
Go to war with these leaders
You'd rather vacation in North Korea
I'm fucking up these pots and pans
Scraping 'em out to add more
Decimals to the grams
I use the same raggity ski
Mask when I hit licks
Since day one the doc been telling
Mama that this kid's sick
So tell me I don't shoot hammers
When you scared to hit the strip
Like a first time nude dancer
You can't flex hard you got a desk job
So no surprise I shot
Your brains outta your cubicle
Think outside the box
So let's say who's better
When I come to your city y'all
Better be some doomsday preppers
I feel like Birdman Jr or
Lil' Weezy or some shit
Hanger size garage but still I
Don't think my truck fit trukfit

"Eyes on" "Get yours or get rolled over"
"But if I don't get it
Then I'ma die trying"
"Open up your eyes and see what
These streets done to me"
"You gotta hold it down"