Artist: Young Buck f/ D-Tay Album: T.I.P. Song: All My Life Typed by: tyger07226@yahoo.com * * send corrections to the typist [Intro] Now we can't lose (fo' sho') Ya'll niggaz wanna know what we did this is what we did nigga [Verse 1: Young Buck] Extended the family world-wide, recruited a couple comrades I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats Bad ass lil' nigga wit a trash bag now I gotta confess it Every day arrested Niggaz wanna test this to get at the hoes So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold Bitches 17 years old round 100 kilos Half of y'all pickin' pot out your nose with afros Rollin' with the big boys soakin up game And we'll be back seat with the cardier frames The easier it got nigga the harder it came But I stayed in the game That's the heart in this mayne There'll be hell on earth if I stay in the game Talk about kickin' up dirt like the broncos plane Call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways A hato's man feel crime don't pay [Chorus: Young Buck] All my life I visualized me handlin' mine And fuck waitin, cause god ain't promising time So now I'm drawin' a line before I get to far behind Lord if I'm lyin' strike me down on time [repeat] [Verse 2: D-Tay] The last verse I wrote, I burned my hand Cause there's only so much heat, that my hand can stand I'm too hot to spit that You not you get that Don't get to height, or this glock'll click back I bitch smack niggaz and I ain't that mean My chopper gon do you proper look at what that did I'm clip flipin', pistol grippin', dippin', set trippin' Believe me you don't wanna see me wit the 4tec spittin' You bull-shittin' I'm just goin' live by you guys My whole team roll me homey, ride or die Ridin' high Sheaf and do-do like I'm in Cali I'm type this one for the block and blast from the alley I'm raw wit it Tony Montana, extra banana Interstate from my way down to Atlanta, comes from a scanna Just crossed the Tennessee line All my life I visualized me handlin' mine (what) [Young Buck] It's all for one and one for all nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Buck] Now let ya nuts hang nigga Start up the engine in the cut thang nigga Brang pain to these niggaz Ice on my trigga finga Let the world know, I'm a balla when I came for the scrilla Gorilla they gon label me Aint no way y'all bitches gon disable me, put me on cable TV Peace treaties ain't accepted here, blood-bath Split him in half now nigga from his feet to his ear [Verse 4: D-Tay] If I don't know ya then its fuck ya, we ain't talkin shit out Catch me at ya people, we jus sparkin shit out Yea I'm so hood, that bullshit you spittin ain't no good I bust a nigga weave, act like poppin a car hood You want ya gurl back, pay the fee and its all good Until I cop a 7-series beamer wit all wood My whole team makin riches we shinin, we ball good You can boss and Young Buck'll catch us our hood [Chorus]