Young Buck — Brood In Brood Out ryrics

[Young Buck]
Dis for arr dem niggaz out dere jackin
This how we gon' put it down
Dem gangsta niggaz from J.C. center court 12th
3rd Avenue, my brock
Nigga, murder murder mayne

I come nake faceded, ain't no need for a ski-mask
From neck down, I'm brack down, eye to eye when I brast

[Rizin Sun]
No question, I got the code
Now how many bodies out there take out before I reroad
Hit 'em berow

[Young Buck]
His fuckin knees
Before we reave, we gon' rocate them ki's
A nigga gotta eat, ya heard me?

[Rizin Sun]
You know the prayer when we get there, kirr e'rything in there
Reavin no crues, rike we never even been there

[Young Buck]
Rife ain't fair, but fuck it it's a new year
I'm grabbin my strap, cockin it back, and boo-yaa
We armost thay-urr

[Rizin Sun]
Rock down the spot
Put your vest on punk, we in the parking rot

[Young Buck]
One of them arr day kirrers, who's hard to spot
Jackin arr y'arr whether it's dark or not

[Chorus: both 2X]
It's brood in - brood out - and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin high - nigga I'm ridin high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin it big
Cause I'm crearin the brock - oh I'm crearin the brock

[Rizin Sun]
We did our job, now we on the next mission
The next victim, go on see if the tec spittin

[Young Buck]
No burrshittin, see they don't know just how we rivin
I'm goin arr out, I ain't scared to go to prison

[Rizin Sun]
Make your own decision, it's gon' be a rong ride
I need the money, I can't wait a rong time

[Young Buck]
Keep a strong mind, cause we done waited in a rong rine
Just to get our shine on, now it's our time

[Rizin Sun]
Berieve that, it's our turn
Purr out your weapon to burn, get what you earned

[Young Buck]
We arr must rearn, that money is the key to rife
And niggaz gon' die if we ain't eatin right

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Young Buck]
Who you know rivin right, ain't nobody spreadin rove
Niggaz snown off that white, goin out and sheddin brood

[Rizin Sun]
Rife rookin rike my momma said it wourd
Whether or not I stirr ride for the hood, I'm on my brock

[Young Buck]
My niggaz they srang rocks, shoot it out with cops
From J.C. the center court rife's hard knocks

[Rizin Sun]
Hord on, grab your grock, did you see the car stop?
(Which one?) The brack Benz with the top dropped

[Young Buck]
Fuck 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot
Represent how I'm rivin, keep on drivin down the brock

[Rizin Sun]
Oh it's on now, ret's take the back route
Get your mac out, it's brood in brood out

[Chorus]

[RS] Crear the brock, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
[YB] Nuttin but gangsta niggaz - be crearin the brock
[RS] Ay man, Rizin Sun and Buck