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letra de got me on it - young buck

[intro]
i don’t know
maybe it’s cause there’s a bunch of fake -ss n-ggas out here
fake -ss rappers
ain’t too many real n-ggas left
just trying to figure it out
something’s got me on it out here
let go

[hook]
don’t know if it’s the murders, the robberies, the beef, the trap
the hood, the straps, don’t know
but something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it
something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it

don’t know if it’s the pills, the weed, the c0ke, the lean
the way i’m yellow taping off the scene
but something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it
something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it

[verse 1]
ok, ok, i’m back, i’m serving, i’m leaning, i’m swerving
i’m strapped, for certain
these young n-ggas is hurtin’
on bond, i’m lurkin’, i’m k!llin’, i’m murkin’
i’m shootin’, i’m workin’, i’m only one person
no tags, blue rags, you mad and i’m glad
got a chrome .44 mag
put n-ggas in body bags
a-1 yola, no soda, no oil base just over
i’m a soldier, i told ya, i put cashville on my shoulders
n-gga f-ck me? f-ck you! f-ck him and f-ck her too!
f-ck that i want something new, top down, no sunroof
hundred pounds i run through, i’m running around like my son do
never say how she done you, i kick a b-tch out, kung fu
told ya’ll, i’m a come through, no religion, just truth
thirty chickens, front you, better not give me no ones dude
still pimping, know i’m one, all the mirrors on our arms
country n-gga, livin’ in a barn
growing kush on a farm

[hook]
don’t know if the plug, the powder, the money, the power
the way that half of these rap n-ggas cowards
but something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it
something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it

don’t know if it’s the jail, the pen, the rose, the hen
the way that i’m back on my buck sh-t again
but something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it
something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it

[verse 2]
i’m cooking, i’m watching, i’m looking, i’m shopping
i’m tired of all the people asking me when am i dropping
i’m rolling, i’m rocking, i’m moving, not stopping
i’m loading up my chopper out here bout to get it poppin’
you flexin’, i’m stressin’, and i still ain’t learned my lesson
i’m counting up all my blessings, and i’m putting them all in investments
and these hoes ain’t sh-t, but they on my d-ck
i just started, you quit, i’m real, you a b-tch
i’m h-ll, no scale, i got eight b-lls for sale
and i hate ya’ll to tell, i pray ya’ll get k!lled
i’m an outlaw, without ya’ll, mayweather, south paw
ring a bell, sound off, i smell p-ssy, hound dog
court cases, probation, one god, one nation
nerves bad, no patience, selling dope is my occupation
f-ck a rapper, f-ck a label, i’m in the trap with no cable
and i want your seat if you ain’t gonna bring nothing to the table

[hook]
dont’ know if the the lord, the devil, the bricks, the pebbles
the way these n-ggas can’t get on my level
but something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it
something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it
i just don’t know!
i’m on it, i’m on it, i’m on it!

don’t know if it’s the love, the hate, the pieces, the weight
the way they say the real but they fake
but something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it
something’s got me on it
i’m on it, i’m on it

[outro]
ok, ok, ok, real talk
you know there’s more black people in the penitentiary than anything
we k!ll about this money
ain’t one black president on that sh-t
i’m just being real, you should be real too
cashville records n-gga
this rap sh-t is mine
b-tch n-ggas: your time is up! it’s buck
holla when you see me n-gga
but make sure you say the right sh-t
ha ha

- young buck

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