Dickie Fits Lyrics - Young Buck

See nigga we thugged out for a reason 

Niggaz ain't thuggin, because, they like the look nigga 

Or they like to be on these streets nigga 

Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm from 

Ca$hville, gangsters nigga 

(Verse One) 

I had to step back and regroup myself, overlook employees 

And see how much juice was left cause niggaz came for me 

Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki' movings 

Soakin game from Baby watchin old mob movies 

Two all gold clips, go with this platinum uzi 

To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin 

Niggaz refusin feel that heat first, shit gets deeper 

See when we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeper 

The job is done when you get 911's 

Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all alone 

My attitude can quickly change potnah 

Heads get bust open like Priest when he poppin bottles 

No role models to look up to when you ghetto raised 

Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different ways 

Trade that deuce 57 and get yourself two K's 

Then let a nigga know how much mo' you made in two days 

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(Verse Two) 

How can a nigga blame another nigga for the way he would plan 

His operation led to destination under sand 

Some niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind their steel 

Shake up and break up what was organized for years 

Shed tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L 

Ball up and fuck all up a nigga mail 

Beeper reportin low, when you put in a Duracell 

Put it in your mind, cause that's the first sign they on the trail 

Where I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard to tell 

who doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the cells 

When you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills 

Now you back to the projects, shit out here gettin real 

Somebody lackin they skills and they street smart 

Ain't no sunshine playboy, they life dark 

It takes one star, one car, one nigga who made it far 

One thug, one grudge and it's life behind bars 

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(Verse Three) 

I stand all man nigga, though a child in age 

I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get paid 

Niggaz want you in the shade but when you come out and shine 

then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine? 

I never signed a dotted line, therefore just let me be 

T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest peak 

I might as well just speak, for the soldiers with Buck 

Load your artillery, prepare to put your guns up 

You think it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would 

Said it's all good no more, puttin on your black hood 

Still the same frustration that stay beatin my chest 

If it ain't one of these bitches then these niggaz won't test 

A meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm shootin for 

And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you can't ignore 

So I load up the 4, if you want it then let it be 

All these fake niggaz tryin to be just like me 

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