- Votes:
- Composers:
- Young
- Maurice / Young
- Charles / Long
- Buddy / Brown
- David
 
- See also:
Young Buck - Straight Up lyrics
Our Father who art in Heaven 
Hallowed Thy be Thy name, Thy kingdom come 
All our G's would've been gone, would've been done 
If it wouldn't for thug holiday 
In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal 
Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill 
And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell 
There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills 
I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding 
See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed 
And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers 
Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers 
I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing 
Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga 
My first words was curse words 
Shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid 
And I was raised by pimp, hoes and mobsters 
Taught the game by dope boys and robbers 
I ran the streets with goons, I broke the rules with fools 
I used to take my motherfucking tool to school 
See I been thuggin' all my life, trying to live right 
You ain't even gotta ask 
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs 
What you know about that 
You already know straight up, you already know straight up 
You already know straight up 
You already know straight up, straight up, straight up 
These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me 
Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie 
Got me running from them rookies and poppin' at the seargent 
Tried to tell 'em not to push me now look what you done started 
And you got these rap artists that's beefing on these songs 
But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone 
I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing 
Ten G's will get you killed, your family will die for twenty grand 
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a Cuban 
You damn right I know they mad, 'cuz half of em' losing 
I slip a another clip into my A.K. Young Buck - Straight Up - http://motolyrics.com/young-buck/straight-up-lyrics.html
Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae 
See the Chevy got a stash spot, I can fit a hundred 
In the back and just mash out hope I make it home 
If they catch me then I'm gone so we put it on the line 
Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle 'til you shine 
See I been thuggin' all my life, trying to live right 
You ain't even gotta ask 
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs 
What you know about that 
You already know straight up, you already know straight up 
You already know straight up 
You already know straight up, straight up, straight up 
My blood line is a level above the thug line 
And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man 
See I, I run off oil and I breathe off chronic 
I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic 
I travel through time with a military mind 
Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine 
And don't be mad at the [Incomprehensible] 
They ain't the one who trying to attack us 
It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers 
Y'all better lower your weapons before my niggaz get to steppin' 
'Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion 
Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians 
Rebellion on your ass for the shit you did to us in the past 
See y'all those things and even arrested fiends 
It took you fifteen years to close the ave 
It's going to be twenty more before they close the [Incomprehensible] 
Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at 
Now where my D Boy big gun toters at 
See I been thuggin' all my life, trying to live right 
You ain't even gotta ask 
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs 
What you know about that 
You already know straight up, you already know straight up 
You already know straight up 
You already know straight up, straight up, straight up








