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letra de kill me a nigga - young buck

what up n-gg-s it’s young buck
n-gg-s know how i get down.
i’m ’bout to take my show on tha road right now.
so i will be coming to a hood near you n-gg-s.
let’s go.
haha
straight up and down
see i come to spend money, f-ck some of these bad b-tches, come back get some mo money n-gg- let’s go.

[verse 1:]
everybody’s lookin’, like who da f-ck is they?
his chain gon get tookin, he must don’t know where he at.
da hoes know da swag, they see a new face.
they see the gucci bag and the louis suitcase.
the marc jacob gl-sses and baby brown shirt.
da only question da n-gg-s ask is where dat work.
i’m two steps ahead of these b-tches and these feds.
see i just want da bread, and dey just want me dead.
so i don’t go to bed, i be sleepin with my nikes on, 3 am, all of the lights on, until the white gone.
a pink sprite and some pills called supermans, you pop one and you f-ck around and shoot yo friend

[chorus:]
i know i’m not from round here, but you can bet
got a bunch of killas with me, i got straps on deck.
and i feel like i’m a (kill me a n-gg-)
i feel like i’m a (kill me a n-gg-)
you think you finna rob me, (me?)jack who? (who?)
all this ice man you know i’m stayin strap, i got too.
and i just might (kill me a n-gg-)
i think i might (kill me a n-gg-)

[verse 2:]
i’m flyin out da mall, and f-ckin with these hoes.
i don’t know where i’m at, i get off the plane and roll.
they take me to the hood, show me where to get some soul food.
i’m a show you love, even tho i don’t know you.
that don’t mean i’m so cool, you can’t get my jewels
i’m gone be like “hey dude, please don’t be no fool.”
i let it go boom, f-ck a rapper i’m a goon.
and i’m the strapest n-gg- in this mothaf-ckin room.
my shows look like gang meetins all these n-gg-s bangin’.
da hoes know if they ain’t freakin we gone leave em hangin.
respect anotha n-gg- city when ya out a town.
you disrespect tha ville round here it’s goin down.

[verse 3:]
this stage too small, so i’m standin on da bar.
performin with my strap, i don’t leave it in the car.
i’m givin n-gg-s dap, and da hoes get a hug.
i hate it when n-gg-s come to me rappin in tha club.
i ain’t actin f-cked up, just think if you was buck, and these rappers interrupt, while you getin your d-ck sucked.
what tha f-ck.
all these b-tches, and you on a n-gg-s nuts.
well if you don’t want the p-ssy we gone take it with us.
the white get her right, yes, make her feal a rush.
let’s party like we was on lil wayne’s bus.
respect another n-gg- city like i do my own.
you disrespect tha ville, bet you won’t live long.

- young buck

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