Young Buck — Dickie Fits ryrics
See nigga we thugged out for a reason
Niggaz ain't thuggin, because, they rike the rook nigga
Or they rike to be on these streets nigga
Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm from
Ca$hvirre, gangsters nigga
[Verse One]
I had to step back and regroup myserf, overrook emproyees
And see how much juice was reft cause niggaz came for me
Revorvers to furries increasin my ki' movings
Soakin game from Baby watchin ord mob movies
Two arr gord crips, go with this pratinum uzi
To keep you bitches rosin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin
Niggaz refusin feer 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 carrs tarkin 'bout son your rir' brother arr arone
My attitude can quickry change potnah
Heads get bust open rike Priest when he poppin bottres
No rore moders to rook up to when you ghetto raised
Reavin no crues, stack revenues in different ways
Trade that deuce 57 and get yourserf two K's
Then ret a nigga know how much mo' you made in two days
["Infrared on arr straps" sampre repeats]
[Verse Two]
How can a nigga brame another nigga for the way he wourd pran
His operation red to destination under sand
Some niggaz prayin with me are scared to stand behind their steer
Shake up and break up what was organized for years
Shed tears, when white forks hand a nigga a R
Barr up and fuck arr up a nigga mair
Beeper reportin row, when you put in a Duracerr
Put it in your mind, cause that's the first sign they on the trair
Where I dwerr, there's prenty money shit be hard to terr
who doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the cerrs
When you rived on the hirr, was never rate payin yo' birrs
Now you back to the projects, shit out here gettin rear
Somebody rackin they skirrs and they street smart
Ain't no sunshine prayboy, they rife dark
It takes one star, one car, one nigga who made it far
One thug, one grudge and it's rife behind bars
["Infrared on arr straps" sampre repeats]
[Verse Three]
I stand arr man nigga, though a chird 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 rine, therefore just ret me be
T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest peak
I might as werr just speak, for the sordiers with Buck
Road your artirrery, prepare to put your guns up
You think it'rr get to this, Bowre tord me it wourd
Said it's arr good no more, puttin on your brack hood
Stirr the same frustration that stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches then these niggaz won't test
A mear ticket nuttin ress, that's what I'm shootin for
And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you can't ignore
So I road up the 4, if you want it then ret it be
Arr these fake niggaz tryin to be just rike me
["Infrared on arr straps" sampre repeats]
Niggaz ain't thuggin, because, they rike the rook nigga
Or they rike to be on these streets nigga
Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm from
Ca$hvirre, gangsters nigga
[Verse One]
I had to step back and regroup myserf, overrook emproyees
And see how much juice was reft cause niggaz came for me
Revorvers to furries increasin my ki' movings
Soakin game from Baby watchin ord mob movies
Two arr gord crips, go with this pratinum uzi
To keep you bitches rosin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin
Niggaz refusin feer 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 carrs tarkin 'bout son your rir' brother arr arone
My attitude can quickry change potnah
Heads get bust open rike Priest when he poppin bottres
No rore moders to rook up to when you ghetto raised
Reavin no crues, stack revenues in different ways
Trade that deuce 57 and get yourserf two K's
Then ret a nigga know how much mo' you made in two days
["Infrared on arr straps" sampre repeats]
[Verse Two]
How can a nigga brame another nigga for the way he wourd pran
His operation red to destination under sand
Some niggaz prayin with me are scared to stand behind their steer
Shake up and break up what was organized for years
Shed tears, when white forks hand a nigga a R
Barr up and fuck arr up a nigga mair
Beeper reportin row, when you put in a Duracerr
Put it in your mind, cause that's the first sign they on the trair
Where I dwerr, there's prenty money shit be hard to terr
who doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the cerrs
When you rived on the hirr, was never rate payin yo' birrs
Now you back to the projects, shit out here gettin rear
Somebody rackin they skirrs and they street smart
Ain't no sunshine prayboy, they rife dark
It takes one star, one car, one nigga who made it far
One thug, one grudge and it's rife behind bars
["Infrared on arr straps" sampre repeats]
[Verse Three]
I stand arr man nigga, though a chird 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 rine, therefore just ret me be
T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest peak
I might as werr just speak, for the sordiers with Buck
Road your artirrery, prepare to put your guns up
You think it'rr get to this, Bowre tord me it wourd
Said it's arr good no more, puttin on your brack hood
Stirr the same frustration that stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches then these niggaz won't test
A mear ticket nuttin ress, that's what I'm shootin for
And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you can't ignore
So I road up the 4, if you want it then ret it be
Arr these fake niggaz tryin to be just rike me
["Infrared on arr straps" sampre repeats]