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    Young Buck

    Court Date

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    Добавлена 13 января 2010 пользователем N1

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    True, I'm in the hood like you
    Same hunk of pains everyone go through
    I'm just gettin' it, do what I do
    I'm hated by many, and loved by few
    Naw, You don't even have a clue what kind of bills is due
    The boys in blue, niggaz try to kill me too
    So I hustle, I hustle, I hustle, You can' stop my hustle
    My bonds been paid, Bitch made niggaz get outa the way
    These Fuck boys thought I wasn't gettin' out today
    Okay, knock knock open up (pow pow) Woke em up,
    Woke him up, like motherfucker you done told him, What!
    DEA go a search warrant what I did?
    Roughed my bitch up, And put the cuffs on my kids
    Mayne, Everybody actin' like they didnt say nothin
    Ye, you like from your lyin', my court dates comin'
    My court dates comin [x4]
    The Days gettin' shorter my nights gettin' longer
    Life is a bitch, But I love this hoe, so I'm on her
    My lawyer need money, or he say he aint commin'
    And I'm thinkin bout runnin', but they still got my woman
    If you aint did nothin, sittin in cell six,
    She aint ever seen nothin, so she couldn't tell shit
    Tryin to take my kids, they say the parents arent fit
    What they found aint no tellin what the parents might get
    But I tell em like this, I was sellin dem bricks
    Puttin mine through school, Fuck what I'm wearin' on my wrist
    Now my court date commin', of cours their Wonderin
    if I'm really goin to show up, for one till the roll up
    My brains sayin' hold up, my body sayin' go
    Get it over with, don't play with dem white folks
    So I hustle, I hustle, I hustle, You can' stop my hustle
    My court dates comin [x4]
    In twenty-four hours, my dreams is devoured
    The DA hate me, and the judge is a coward
    My house payed for, my kids got allowance
    My mama all good, I got somethin' to be proud of
    so ima lay it down, do it on my own when I'm wrong
    Fuck my hoes, I'll get at em when I'm home
    Cause I hustle, I hustle, so fuck you, fuck you
    Never loved her, never did trust you
    Fuckin' up the pain, call a nigga name up
    Phone just rang, I answered you hang up
    The hallway full of spectators,
    Black and whit people reading over court papers
    My name gets called, I'm prepared for it all
    Nowhere to sit the court room to small
    I hear by law, I order you to come tomorrow
    My lawyer put it off, so that means that..
    My court dates comin [x4]
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