Lyrics Thug Til Your Deathday - Young Buck
As
I
walk
through
the
street
45
on
my
front,
AK
on
my
back
seat
Smokin′
your
fat
ass
across
the
street
Then
I
ask
myself
"How
do
I
survive?"
[Verse
1:
Young
Buck]
How
can
I
tell
ya'll
to
stop
sellin′
bricks?
Thats
the
way
that
man
choose
to
pay
his
rent
Shit
its
hard
to
get
a
job
gettin'
out
the
pen
Then
they
wonder
why
we
right
back
in
that
bitch
again
Try
to
peace
talk
and
sit
down
like
men
But
then
theres
always
a
friend
that
be
like
"Fuck
them"
When
the
guns
bust
a
body
must
fall
Nothin'
can
stop
it,
not
even
Farrakhan′s
calls
Its
a
shame
though
What
I
came
in
the
game
fo′
I
really
done
slanged
dope
So
really
i'm
thankful
To
be
in
a
position
to
make
a
thug
listen
Ain′t
no
tellin'
who
′gon
come
up
missin'
or
go
to
prison
Run
from
me,
try
to
hide
it
from
your
kids
Let
′em
hear
about
it,
before
they
go
see
what
it
is
I
can
give
it
to
ya,
tell
you
about
what
I
done
did
Even
though
i'm
gettin'
money
ya′ll
this
is
how
I
live
[Chorus:
Young
Buck]
Still
on
the
block
lookin′
for
a
better
way
Its
safe
to
say
I'm
thuggin′
'till
my
death
day
Every
gangsta
in
the
world
let
us
all
pray
And
put
in
work
homie,
thug
′till
your
death
day
Still
on
the
block
lookin'
for
a
better
way
Its
safe
to
say
I′m
thuggin'
'till
my
death
day
Every
gangsta
in
the
world
let
us
all
pray
And
put
in
work
homie,
thug
′till
your
death
day
[Verse
2:
Young
Buck]
Now
everybody
in
the
race
for
the
first
place
They
gave
Deke
twenty
years
for
his
first
case
We
form
gangs
to
protect
our
hood
If
the
police
could
lock
us
all
up
they
would
But
we
don′t
trip
no
Just
pray
to
god
we
got
a
big
fo'
Relyin′
on
side
hustles
to
get
dough
Ain't
nobody
rich,
even
if
you
workin′
with
some
millions
You
need
more
money
to
support
your
cost
of
livin'
See
we
don′t
cry
in
the
hood
no
mo'
Ain't
really
too
much
I
ain′t
seen
befo′
And
crack
head
Fred
he'd
kill
for
a
nigga
When
it
came
down
to
it
he
did
for
a
nigga
That
don′t
get
no
realer
Cause
ya'll
niggas
ran
You
was
the
only
man
with
a
gun
in
ya
hand
Good
thing
that
I
don′t
trust
a
nigga
with
my
life
Fill
the
clip
with
hollowtips,
we
ridin'
tonight
[Chorus:
Young
Buck]
Still
on
the
block
lookin′
for
a
better
way
Its
safe
to
say
I'm
thuggin'
′till
my
death
day
Every
gangsta
in
the
world
let
us
all
pray
And
put
in
work
homie,
thug
′till
your
death
day
Still
on
the
block
lookin'
for
a
better
way
Its
safe
to
say
I′m
thuggin'
′till
my
death
day
Every
gangsta
in
the
world
let
us
all
pray
And
put
in
work
homie,
thug
'till
your
death
day
[Voice:]
Every
neighborhood
Every
project
Every
one
in
the
motherfuckin′
world
We
got
to
ride
niggas
Motherfuck
the
police
Got
no
love
A
man
is
only
good
as
his
word
Death
is
something
that
comes
to
us
all
What
you
scared
for?
Nigga
what
you
scared
for?
Ride
Gangsta
holla
when
you
see
me
1 Skit
2 Doin' My Thing
3 Thug Til Your Deathday
4 Don't Make Me Hurt You (feat. Tony Yayo)
5 Return of the Project Nigga
6 Vibe Awards (skit)
7 Niggas a Change on You
8 Married to My Gun
9 Get That Brick (feat. Hi-C)
10 Vibe Awards (skit 2)
11 Stomp That Snitch (feat. Hi-C & Lil Murda)
12 Project Niggas (feat. Mobb Deep)
13 Vibe Awards (skit 3)
14 On the Corner
15 The Projects (feat. Tony Yayo & Lil Murda)
16 Guns Go Bang (feat. MOP)
17 Freak (Classic) (feat. DJ Drama)
18 Live in Sumfest 2006 Jamaica (Weed Break) (feat. Marley Family & Bounty Killer)
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