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Every time I go on back to the roots. Gotcha. Shit, I ain't never left my roots. Ten toes down out here in this street shit. Born in it, not sworn in it, dead serious. Dead serious. Serious. This shit dead serious. Ain't no tellin' what they gon' do if the Feds hit us. Hey. Ain't no tellin' who they gon' shoot when My bread hit is. This shit dead serious. It's I mean dead serious. Yeah, fuck them niggas. Fuck 'em. I said fuck them niggas. Dead Bitch, you know what I'm gon' do soon As the customs hit is. You know I have nothing to prove and you Are nothing near this. I'm holding this chopper Fearless. Yeah. And I am dead serious. Serious. Uh, I ain't never asked not one of You niggas to shoot no gun for me. Nah. Don't wanna hear no cap about what you Niggas done done for me. No You niggas know how I'm comin'. Hey. I dare you niggas to come for me. Come I give a nigga this whole hundred-What? -and I'm walking off casually. Step, nigga. Send you all the way up, I Know gravity. step, I cause tragedy, Your family gotta be mad at me. Hey. Fuck y'all. I just throwed all the pills Up that I just had in me. I did. And I bossed all the way up When they gave that bag to me. Yeah. It's your fault that you got caught on Them lil' hundreds, nigga. It's not my problem that they still ain't find Them bodies, nigga. It ain't no proof that you can prove that I just shot him, nigga. I'm playing. It ain't no camera you can use To say I robbed them niggas. Yeah. And I'm dead serious. Serious. This shit dead serious. Ain't no tellin' what they gon' do if the Feds hit us. Hey. Ain't no tellin' who they gon' shoot when my Bread hit is. Whoa. This shit dead serious. It's I mean dead serious. Serious. Yeah, fuck them niggas. Fuck I said fuck them niggas. Dead serious. Bitch, you know what I'm gon' do Soon as the customs hit is. 20 trap. You know I have nothing to prove And you are nothing near this. Nothing near this. I'm holding this chopper Fearless. Yeah. And I am dead serious. Uh, I ain't never asked not one of you Niggas to catch no play for me. I put that shit on my backseat--and I Go and make a way for me. Ooh. run it up like a athlete. Yeah. All you niggas get is yay from me. I'm the one that just knocked your master off. Hey. Freed you from slavery. Yeah, run up a check. 40s keys gon' pay My lawyer fees. Yeah, yeah. 10 of pounds gon' bring my payments down. Trap. Hey. Two of these pills gon' get these Niggas killed. I'm serious. One of these pints gon' make these bitches drown. Drip. Ayy, put it in the air, keep it On the ground. Let's get it. Insulate the walls and keep down all the sound. I did it. Tie a bag around and you Keep all your rounds. I do it. Put a potato on the barrel, kick you out Of bounds. I'm dead serious. serious. Serious. This shit dead serious. Yeah. Ain't no tellin' what they gon' do if The feds hit us. Hey. Ain't no tellin' who they gon' shoot when my Bread hit is. This shit dead serious. Serious. I mean dead serious. Yeah, fuck them niggas. Fuck 'em. I said fuck them niggas. Bitch, you know what I'm gon' do soon as The customs hit is. 20 trap. You know I have nothing to prove and you Are nothing near this. this. I'm holding this Chopper fearless. Yeah. And I am dead serious. Serious. Uh. The bust happened here in Nashville. Metro PD and DEA agents following these tips on A shipment of the drugs coming into Davidson County. Now, they set up surveillance and actually were There when the cocaine arrived, And moved in moments after they witnessed the Exchange between the supplier and the dealer. So this was a drug connection coming from out Of state. I ain't never asked not one of You niggas, go get this sack for me. Not me. Pick up this pack for me, ain't Never got no cap from me. Not me. Take none of these hits with me, Ain't never swung no sticks with me. For real. Bought none of these bricks with me, Ain't never seen no bitch in me. Playing. I locked the shipment and I told them, "Keep on shipping, nigga." Keep trapping. I got some bricks of dog food Covered chicken liver. No cap. I put some bricks in y'all's shoes And dumped them in the river. I'm Had some nightmares for nine months, but now I'm a killer. Gang, gang, And I'm dead serious. Serious. This shit dead serious. Ain't no tellin' what they gon' do if the Feds hit us. Hey. Ain't no tellin' who they gon' shoot when my Bread hit is. This shit dead serious. I mean dead serious. Yeah, fuck them niggas. Fuck 'em. I said fuck them niggas. Bitch, you know what I'm gon' do soon as The customs hit is. trap. You know I have nothing to prove and you Are nothing near this. I'm holding this chopper Fearless. Yeah. And I am dead serious. I'm serious.
Young Buck — Dead Serious
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