Young Buck - No Mo lyrics

[Verse One: Young Buck] These n***as ain't sh** (no mo') Like I ain't rich (no mo') Ain't wit my b**h (no mo') Cause she don't get no doe I'm in my '64 I got two bricks to go I got two clips fo' sho' Cause I've been tricked befo' Whoa n***as die from the sh** they didn't know So the price is getting higher and the O's getting low Shawty's barely getting by selling nickle bags of 'dro And she 54 Old enough to be my mama tho' All my brothers in the pen, where the f** am I'ma go? I don't know n***a got k**ed in the trap so it's kinda slow Yeah, so now we selling different kinds of 'dro A white girl need another line to blow So when I'm finished with this verse, cuz it's time to go I take my roof off and shoot off All sick, candle apple red, no Rudolph I'm with a n***a Julo It's Buck [Scratching] "If I don't get it then I'ma die trying" [Hook] Better get it how you live and either live how you get it Cause it can get real don't forget it sh** can change in a heartbeat in these hard streets But you can't let it Gotta get it how you live it, either live how you get it Cause sh** can get read, don't forget it sh** can change in a heartbeat in these hard streets But you can't let it [Verse Two: Aspects] Four my brothers got locked and the others got k**ed When it pop off, sh** can get real in the field I move with the steel Protect your neck and your bills Don't think they won't, yes they will Next thing you know your body's still But I'm still just trying to live it Give my family a better life Just like [?] I never did the sh** right Too many fights and late nights and all kind of d** Putting in work, doing dirt with all kind of thugs I knew that God got a plan for me Is He really down for me? Cause when I need Him wasn't around for me I'm still kicking it, still here going still Rolling while I'm zoning and this money is the motive And it's all about the paper It's always been my nature Been a player chasing money making players since my mom gave labor I'm still living and giving is my mission I'm driven And it's been written Life will never be sufficient [Hook] [Verse Three: Celph Titled] Got k**ers on the payroll And for a few peso's They'll bust a nut from the clip, give you a face load Force fed ya an aborted fetus Go to war with these leaders You'd rather vacation in North Korea I'm f**ing up these pots and pans Scraping 'em out to add more decimals to the grams I use the same raggity ski mask when I hit licks Since day one the doc been telling mama that this kid's sick So tell me I don't shoot hammers When you scared to hit the strip like a first time nude dancer You can't flex hard you got a desk job So no surprise I shot Your brains outta your cubicle, think outside the box So let's say who's better When I come to your city y'all better be some doomsday preppers I feel like Birdman Jr or Lil' Weezy or some sh** Hanger size garage but still I don't think my truck fit/Trukfit [Scratching] "Eyes on" "Get yours or get rolled over" "But if I don't get it then I'ma die trying" "Open up your eyes and see what these streets done to me" "You gotta hold it down"