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Young Buck - Do It Like Me
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Buck
Young Buck
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Burnette
Chad Burnette
Songwriter
D-Prosper
D-Prosper
Songwriter
Michael Clervoix III
Michael Clervoix III
Songwriter
D Brown
D Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chad Beat
Chad Beat
Producer
Sha Money XL
Sha Money XL
Producer
Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala
Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala
Mixing Engineer
Bram Tobey
Bram Tobey
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Doug Harper
Doug Harper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kyeme Miller
Kyeme Miller
Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

All my thugs and thugettes Walk where I walk, see what I see Now I welcome you to Cashville, Tennekee, bitch All my life, I hustled all night Now I'm alright, my wrist is all ice And I did it all, without y'all advice I done been to hell and back, twice You can't do it like me Now as the world turns (yeah), I let my blunt burn (c'mon) Police writing down my tags, like I'm concerned (fuck 'em) I graduated from the nickels and dimes You need the F-E-D's bitch to come get mine (a'ight) Get on the grind ho and stay the fuck outta mine for The kids find daddy laid out with his eyes closed I know, can't be humble in the jungle Gave a nigga an inch, he'll take a whole mile from ya So I bust first, fuck this Earth nigga what's worse? Waking up in the pen, or sleeping under the dirt "Boo yow" is the sound of the .40 cal AK's, banana clips hold a hundred rounds Test me, rude boy don't want none Got Jamaicans and Haitians buck, buck, buckin' they gun Where the hood at? Nigga, that's where I come from (yeah) Where shoot dice, snort white, sell crack and heroin You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you 'Cause you can't do it like me Nah, you can't do it like me (Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear) motherfucker You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you 'Cause you can't do it like me 'Cause you can't do it like me (Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear) G-Unit! Somebody tell me what this world coming to Why they go get they metal detectors when we come through? (Bitches) Ya, I know we got beef, and niggas say they wanna kill us But you can't get mad, 'cause the whole word feel us Do the math, half of these niggas lying in they rhymes (yeah) They don't even read the paper work, just sign on the line I got a .9, and a heart to go get mine And I'll be goddamn, if I take a loss this time I'm fish line, in the water (c'mon), nibble only to get caught May I take ya order? Ya, I can get it in New York See the streets know, this nigga here will let the heat go So be low, don't be no muthafuckin' hero A kilo'll get a nigga whole click killed You ain't gotta spend shit, niggas'll hustle up a mil' (a'ight) When you live with all the roaches, you kill all the rats And the thugs that ain't focused, get they head cracked You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you 'Cause you can't do it like me Nah, you can't do it like me (Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear) motherfucker You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you 'Cause you can't do it like me 'Cause you can't do it like me (Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear) G-Unit! I know I got a dirty mouth, bitch I'm from the South I'm nothing like what you done seen or you done heard about I'm in my best on the block A vest and a Glock, and the rest in my sock Unless I was Pac, you won't see me with a cross on my back Gotta do my own thang, I can't copy that cat Let me holla at ya for a minute man If ya stand for nothing nigga, you'll fall for anything I'm busting any brain, they say that I'm insane But I came in this game with cocaine in my veins What I'm saying, that I'm trained to go and turn a penny to a 20 You complain, I'd rather work with what he sent me, ain't it strange How I went from a hooptie to a Bentley, I ain't changed I'm in the hood, you want me? Come and get me Feel my pain, but don't feel sorry for me 'Cause there some kids in Somalia with nothing to eat, motherfucker You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you 'Cause you can't do it like me Nah, you can't do it like me (Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear) motherfucker You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you 'Cause you can't do it like me 'Cause you can't do it like me (Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear) G-Unit! Hold on a second homie Hold on a second homie Hold on a second homie Let's-let's-let's-let's-let's-let's-let's-let's Let's get this straight
Writer(s): David Darnell Brown, Chad Dexter Burnette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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