Can't Keep Livin Lyrics - T.i.p. - Young Buck

Ay let me get that ski-mask D-Tay 

Priest, load up the strap mayne 

Let me go get some money mayne 

[Young Buck] 

Life ain't 'posed to be like this, robbery and poverty 

24 hour shifts to keep this cocaine off of me 

Y'all ain't livin how I'm livin, one mo' week I'm seein prison 

Cause to get what I'm after, a nigga might be missin 

I ain't listenin to shit, hit the Sweet and load the clip 

Cause if crime didn't pay, then I'd be still on the strip 

You niggaz still runnin yo' lips, I be runnin them zips 

Up and down the interstate, makin ten G's a trip 

A hardheaded nigga, do whatever it takes 

to go and get that bread nigga, heard what I said nigga? 

Been misled for a long time, waited in a long line 

Finally I'm here, now this rap game is mine 

Keep the herb burnin, ain't nuttin changed cause I'm worth somethin 

Y'all know the Young Buck, I'ma leave this earth bluntin 

But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry 

Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary 

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[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

Hey - I can't keep livin this way 

'Bout to load up my fuckin AK 

My mission is to go and get paid 

Get paid 

[Young Buck] 

Ain't no nigga out here heaven-sent, not on these streets 

E'rybody want the Presidents cause niggaz gotta eat 

So I try to leave no evidence and come when you sleep 

In your residence nigga until my mission's complete 

Stay draped in my heat, paranoid like that 

You kill me? R.I.P. I got boys like that 

Who said they needed a white pack to strike back, shit 

Just give me the right mac and nigga I'll be right back 

Hardcore, and show these niggaz they don't want war 

You want more? Well gimme what I'm here for 

Y'all know I been raw, from day one 

This teenager with the big boys, gettin the job done 

Got a daddy, but he ignored both of his sons 

Had to pay for my own way, as a child on the run 

I ain't scary, the AK-47, I married 

Cause a nigga had to have that by any means necessary 

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[Chorus] 

[Young Buck] 

Look what y'all done to me, forced a nigga to this point 

Wouldn't feed me when I was hongry, I couldn't ignore it 

But I stay to my - lonely, and didn't show it 

So when I killed you and your homies, you wouldn't know it 

Cristal I let you po' it while I fuck with the Hennessy 

All this time I'm the nigga that you pretend to be 

Tables done turned now I'm like "Remember me? 

The same lil' nigga you overcharged for a ki" 

Times hard on a G, you was larger than me 

Young, but I ain't dumb, you ain't smarter than me 

Give niggaz a inch, and they takin the whole mile 

So I hop out the 6, and I takin they whole pile 

Uh-uh whoa now, how many niggaz see this grown child 

Shit gettin hectic then you shut 'em down 

Tennessee to Uptown, niggaz is thuggin, mean muggin 

Ain't no stoppin I'm hot, and the game is what I'm lovin nigga 

[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs 

Get money nigga!