Straight Up Lyrics - Young Buck

Our father who art in heaven 

Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come 

All our G's would've been gone (would've been done) 

If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man) 

In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal 

Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill 

And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell 

There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills 

I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding 

See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed 

And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers 

Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers 

I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing 

Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga 

My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid 

And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters 

Taught the game by dope boys and robbers 

I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools 

I used to take my motherfucking tool to school 

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See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask 

I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that 

You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) 

You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) 

You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up) 

These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me 

Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie 

Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent 

Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started 

And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs 

But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone 

I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing 

Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand 

Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban 

You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing 

I slip a another clip into my A.K. 

Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae 

See the Chevy got a stash spot 

I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out 

Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone 

So we put it on the line 

Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine 

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My blood line is a level above the thug line 

And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man 

See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic 

I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic 

I travel through time with a military mind 

Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine 

And don't mad at the?? they ain't the one trying to attack us 

It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers 

Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons) 

Before my niggaz get to steppin 

Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion 

Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians 

Rebellion on your ass 

For the shit you did to us in the past 

See y'all?? and even arrested fiends 

It took you fifteen years to close the ave 

It's going to be twenty more before they close the?? 

Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at 

Now where my D Boy big gun toters at