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Young Buck This Ain T Living

my life? This ain't livin' This ain't livin' Nah nah baby this ain't livin' Ah nah nah This ain't livin' This ain't livin' Nah nah baby this ain't livin

my life? This ain't livin' This ain't livin' Nah nah baby this ain't livin' Ah nah nah This ain't livin' This ain't livin' Nah nah baby this ain't livin

ain't cryin Soldier no doubt He looked you dead in the eye Said "get that money" checked out Ballin bent him back in the black S T S but where he

it up out this life Whether we dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how we gotta get up out this

, who wan' get it crackin?? I was young, I couldn't do good, now I can't do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag, I just buy the new Jag Now nigga, why you mad? Oh, you can't

generation X With the AIDS epidemic we ain't pure no more And I know they got a cure for this shit We ain't rich irst we lost Eazy Then we lost Pac,

X With the AIDS epidemic, we ain't pure no more And I know they gotta cure for this shit, we ain't rich First we lost Eazy, then we lost Pac Biggie got

seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (Uh, uh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' this shit (Lovin' this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't

another (And another) And another (And another) (Take it all, you need me) Keep going, is you wit it? You ain't got shit to say less you did it You ain't