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letra de dead or alive (fuck the police) - young buck

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[intro] (dj paul)
ayo paul what up n-gga?
(buck, whats goin’ on baby)
ayo n-gga you know, you been knowin’ a n-gga since he was knee-high
you know what i’m sayin’
its like i’m down here in cashville
i got this motherf-cker off the chain ya know what i’m sayin’
we trappin’ heavy, we ’bout to run this muh’f-cka hot
im comin up to the m-town to f-ck witchu homie
(i got you n-gga, from cashville to m-town)

[chorus: young buck] + (dj paul)
they’ll neva take me alive, i ain’t goin back to jail
the money lookin’ good i got dope to sell
f-ck the police, n-gga f-ck the police (them n-ggas love to hate)
f-ck the police, n-gga f-ck the police (them n-ggas love to hate)
you can’t catch me, you can’t hold me
you can’t find me, ’cause you don’t know me
f-ck the police, n-gga f-ck the police (them n-ggas love to hate)
f-ck the police, n-gga f-ck the police (them n-ggas love to hate)

[verse 1]
first ima get a key, here i go, rememba me?
i took it from my enemy, left him in his bentley seat
never should have let me go, i done got my mind right
and even though i’m on parole, somebody gon’ die tonight
cutl-ss got the dark tints, f-ck it we gon’ park then
see who sittin on 26’s then we gon’ rob them
holla at a couple b-tches, know who we are man?
some real n-ggas, i’m a ghetto superstar man
now set it off, break ’em off, f-ck some handcuffs
stand up, and what, n-gga man up
walk out the courtroom feelin’ like o.j
i got my knife in the club if you wanna play

[chorus]

[verse 2]
will you step out of the car sir? why you pull me over?
looked him in his eye then took his head off his shoulders
cocaine dreams i can see me runnin’ the team
some b-tt-naked b-tches packin’ grams of that green
bustin’ their patrol cars from the project roof-tops
gotta keep ’em outta here so that we can move the rocks
mafia, militant like a black panther
im like a young huey newton in a black phantom
yo we shootin (yo we shootin), and recruitin (and recruitin)
startin’ riots (startin’ riots), that’s how we do it (that’s how we do it)
and i’m not turnin’ myself in so stop askin’
we hop out blastin’, and walk out laughin’
yea

[chorus]

[bridge]
wussup all my real n-ggas and real b-tches!
it feels good to be in yall city tonight!
now, i need everybody to put they trigger fingers in the air!
and repeat after me!
let’s go!!!
you got a gun, b-tch i got a gun too {repeat 3x}

[chorus]

[outro]
yea (yea)
ayo man, i just felt like, i need to let the world know..
ya know, f-ck l.a.p.d. man, f-ck n.y.p.d. man, ya know what i mean
matter of fact, f-ck the country -ss police in cashville, n-gga, yea!
and you can try to pull a n-gga over and all that
but i tell my n-ggas, n-gga we shoot back!
yeeeaaa!!!
so you know, when you see me sw-ngin’ n-gga..
handlin’ my business, mindin’ my own business
stay the f-ck out my way n-gga!
haha!!! cashville records n-gga! we get money though!
f-ck the police!!!
they’ll never take me alive!!!

- young buck

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