Lyrics Can't Keep Livin' - Young Buck
Ay
let
me
get
that
ski-mask
D-Tay
Priest,
load
up
the
strap
mayne
Let
me
go
get
some
money
mayne
[Young
Buck]
Life
ain′t
'posed
to
be
like
this,
robbery
and
poverty
24
hour
shifts
to
keep
this
cocaine
off
of
me
Y′all
ain't
livin
how
I'm
livin,
one
mo′
week
I′m
seein
prison
Cause
to
get
what
I'm
after,
a
nigga
might
be
missin
I
ain′t
listenin
to
shit,
hit
the
Sweet
and
load
the
clip
Cause
if
crime
didn't
pay,
then
I′d
be
still
on
the
strip
You
niggaz
still
runnin
yo'
lips,
I
be
runnin
them
zips
Up
and
down
the
interstate,
makin
ten
G′s
a
trip
A
hardheaded
nigga,
do
whatever
it
takes
To
go
and
get
that
bread
nigga,
heard
what
I
said
nigga?
Been
misled
for
a
long
time,
waited
in
a
long
line
Finally
I'm
here,
now
this
rap
game
is
mine
Keep
the
herb
burnin,
ain't
nuttin
changed
cause
I′m
worth
somethin
Y′all
know
the
Young
Buck,
I'ma
leave
this
earth
bluntin
But
still
carry,
the
chrome
Dirty
Harry
Cause
your
boy
got
to
have
that,
by
any
means
necessary
[Chorus:
repeat
2X]
Hey
- I
can′t
keep
livin
this
way
'Bout
to
load
up
my
fuckin
AK
My
mission
is
to
go
and
get
paid
Get
paid
[Young
Buck]
Ain′t
no
nigga
out
here
heaven-sent,
not
on
these
streets
E'rybody
want
the
Presidents
cause
niggaz
gotta
eat
So
I
try
to
leave
no
evidence
and
come
when
you
sleep
In
your
residence
nigga
until
my
mission′s
complete
Stay
draped
in
my
heat,
paranoid
like
that
You
kill
me?
R.I.P.
I
got
boys
like
that
Who
said
they
needed
a
white
pack
to
strike
back,
shit
Just
give
me
the
right
mac
and
nigga
I'll
be
right
back
Hardcore,
and
show
these
niggaz
they
don't
want
war
You
want
more?
Well
gimme
what
I′m
here
for
Y′all
know
I
been
raw,
from
day
one
This
teenager
with
the
big
boys,
gettin
the
job
done
Got
a
daddy,
but
he
ignored
both
of
his
sons
Had
to
pay
for
my
own
way,
as
a
child
on
the
run
I
ain't
scary,
the
AK-47,
I
married
Cause
a
nigga
had
to
have
that
by
any
means
necessary
[Chorus]
[Young
Buck]
Look
what
y′all
done
to
me,
forced
a
nigga
to
this
point
Wouldn't
feed
me
when
I
was
hongry,
I
couldn′t
ignore
it
But
I
stay
to
my
- lonely,
and
didn't
show
it
So
when
I
killed
you
and
your
homies,
you
wouldn′t
know
it
Cristal
I
let
you
po'
it
while
I
fuck
with
the
Hennessy
All
this
time
I'm
the
nigga
that
you
pretend
to
be
Tables
done
turned
now
I′m
like
"Remember
me?
The
same
lil′
nigga
you
overcharged
for
a
ki"
Times
hard
on
a
G,
you
was
larger
than
me
Young,
but
I
ain't
dumb,
you
ain′t
smarter
than
me
Give
niggaz
a
inch,
and
they
takin
the
whole
mile
So
I
hop
out
the
6,
and
I
takin
they
whole
pile
Uh-uh
whoa
now,
how
many
niggaz
see
this
grown
child
Shit
gettin
hectic
then
you
shut
'em
down
Tennessee
to
Uptown,
niggaz
is
thuggin,
mean
muggin
Ain′t
no
stoppin
I'm
hot,
and
the
game
is
what
I′m
lovin
nigga
[Chorus]
- 2X
w/
ad
libs
Get
money
nigga!
1 Blood in Blood Out (feat. Rizin Sun)
2 Thug in the Club (feat. Bun B & Smoov Jizzel)
3 Caught in the Wind
4 Crime Pays
5 Penny Pinchin' (feat. D-Tay)
6 Get Your Murder On
7 Can't Keep Livin'
8 Hard Hitters (feat. D-Tay and Rizin Sun)
9 Dickie Fits
10 Purse First (feat. Bun-B & 1st Born)
11 Thugged Out
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