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i really lived dat - buck 20 brick boyz lyrics

[chorus: f.dot]
i really lived that, i really lived that
them n*ggas talk about it, but i really did that
i really lived that, i really lived that
them n*ggas talk about it, but i really did that

[post*chorus: f. dot]
i really lived that, really ran these streets, never took a day off
i really lived that, really put in work, the sh*t got to pay off
i really lived that, really ran these streets, never took a day off
i really lived that, really put in work, the sh*t got to pay off
i really lived that
[verse 1: f.dot]
what y’all know about shootin’ at a n*gga? (huh?)
police runnin’ all up in your crib
what y’all know about thirty*two*shot tecs?
thirty*shot ninas with the rainbow steel? (nothin’)
y’all don’t know about [?], about bricks
y’all n*ggas ain’t never been to war in that field (nope)
y’all don’t know about f.dot lifе
i swear everything i rap i livе (real)
n*gga, i done stood on the block with the work
i done ran through the slums, made stacks with the villains
with a whole pack of pills, whole pound of gorilla
no concerts, still clap at a n*gga (bah)
no waterparks, steel wet a n*gga (yep)
plus, i got hoes that’ll set a n*gga up (yep)
mossberg pump that’ll tear a n*gga up
lay a b*tch n*gga down, paramedics get him up
y’all don’t know my lil’ n*ggas (taylors), minors shootin’ their ass off
got big bangers, robbin’ n*ggas broad day with the mask off
we in the streets like asphalt, f*ck rap, dawg, i really did it
them p*ssy n*ggas just talk about it, i’m tellin’ y’all, i really lived it

[chorus: f.dot]
i really lived that, i really lived that
them n*ggas talk about it, but i really did that
i really lived that, i really lived that
them n*ggas talk about it, but i really did that
[post*chorus: f.dot]
i really lived that, really ran these streets, never took a day off
i really lived that, really put in work, the sh*t got to pay off
i really lived that, really ran these streets, never took a day off
i really lived that, really put in work, the sh*t got to pay off
i really lived that

[verse 2: j. chriss]
young*ass n*gga in the street stay thuggin’
whack you so quick, laid out, still muggin’
ain’t no budgin’, think nothin’ of it
if the walls talk, i’ll be so busted (busted)
that boy sound nutty
stay with the cannon, my drumline ugly
starin’ at your ass and that bass get to pumpin’
that’s how it sound when the bricks get to bussin’ (bussin’)
gotta come up with a plan
come up with a plan to get money in my hand
started sellin’ work to the js on the land
f*ck a 9 to 5, got paid in advance
playin’ with the bumpers, yeah, it stayed on me, man
’til the boys came, so a n*gga had ran
threw it on the roof, but the b*tch didn’t land
so a n*gga got slammed, i f*cked up, d*mn

[chorus: f.dot & choppa da goon]
i really lived that, i really lived that
them n*ggas talk about it, but i really did that
i really lived that, i really lived that
them n*ggas talk about it (buck 20), but i really did that
i really lived that
[verse 3: choppa da goon]
buck 20 ain’t playin’, boy (nah), lil’ choppa, i go hard
catch me by myself, n*gga, that’s bad on your part (your part)
got bang on me like a birthmark (get it), a couple goons in my background
you backbitin’ b*tch*ass n*ggas, i go [?] in chi*town
i’m back down (down), gettin’ paper
ain’t sh*t changed to the robert taylors
middle fingers up like, “f*ck the haters” (f*ck ’em)
caught a n*gga slippin’ on the elevator
snitched on me, now i’m five years facin’
choppa gon’ get this sh*t poppin’ like bacon (bah)
air your mama crib out, now the sh*t vacant
hollow tips got a n*gga whole body aching
ain’t no b*tch that i ain’t seen naked
buck 20 brick boyz, crew gotta make it
second chance, no, choppa don’t give that (unh*uh)
life of a thug n*gga, choppa really live that
ain’t no b*tch that i ain’t seen naked
buck 20 brick boyz, crew gotta make it
second chance, no, choppa don’t give that (unh*uh)
life of a thug n*gga, choppa really live that (b*tch)

[chorus: f.dot]
i really lived that, i really lived that
them n*ggas talk about it, but i really did that
i really lived that

[verse 4: billionaire black]
you know i been gettin’ money, been movin’ packs
y’all just talk about it while i live that
and i’m always stuntin’, you know a n*gga real
nine with a rubber grip, stainless steel
wave “hi” to the haters, sharp like a razor
heater on deck, somethin’ like a radiator
i’m a paper chaser, buck 20 up next
you n*ggas got me f*cked up like oral s*x
and everything i spit true, never been false
all you other n*ggas only spit what you saw
yeah, n*gga, i’m the sh*t, call me “mr. toilet bowl”
buck 20 the money squad, n*gga, cash don’t fold
p*ssy*ass n*gga, you ain’t never moved a o
never cooked the white or stood over the stove
you ain’t never bagged up, then post on the block
all we got is raw, so we call it “straight drop”
and it’s money over b*tches, so it’s money in my mind
cashew sh*lls, go nutty over mine
got a thirty*round clip stuffed in my nine
i really did this, y’all p*ssy n*ggas lyin’
and it’s money over b*tches, so it’s money in my mind
cashew sh*lls, go nutty over mine
got a thirty*round clip stuffed in my nine
i really did this, y’all p*ssy n*ggas lyin’

- buck 20 brick boyz lyrics

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