Young Buck - Dickie Fits lyrics

See nigga we thugged out for a reason
Niggaz ain't thuggin, because
They like the look nigga
Or they like to be on these streets nigga
Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta
Eat out'chea where I'm from
Ca$hville, gangsters nigga

I had to step back and regroup myself
Overlook employees
And see how much juice was left
Cause niggaz 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 bitches losin 'round Christmas
Time when the jackers choosin
Niggaz refusin feel that heat first
Shit 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 nigga know how much
Mo' you made in two days

How can a nigga blame another nigga
For the way he would plan
His operation led to destination under sand
Some niggaz 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 nigga a L
Ball up and fuck all up a nigga 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 shit 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
Shit 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 nigga who made it far one thug
One grudge and it's life behind bars

I stand all man nigga, though a child in age
I got my own brain
My own ways to go and get paid
Niggaz 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
TIP 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 bitches
Then these niggaz won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less
That's what I'm shootin for
And in my quest for chips
There's some shit you can't ignore
So I load up the 4
If you want it then let it be
All these fake niggaz tryin to
Be just like me