YOUNG BUCK - Dickie Fits lyrics

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    YOUNG BUCK LYRICS
    
    "Dickie Fits"
    
    
    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
    
    [Verse One]
    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
    
    ["Infrared on all straps" sample repeats]
    
    [Verse Two]
    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
    
    ["Infrared on all straps" sample repeats]
    
    [Verse Three]
    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
    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 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
    
    ["Infrared on all straps" sample repeats]

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