Dead Or Alive / Never Take Me Alive

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Dead Or Alive / Never Take Me Alive

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[Intro: Young Buck & DJ Paul] Ayo Paul what up nigga? Buck, what/s goin' on, baby? Ayo nigga you know, you been knowin' a nigga since he was knee-high, ya know I'm sayin' It's like, I'm down here in Ca$hville, I got this motherfucker off the chain, ya know I'm sayin', we trappin' heavy, I'm 'bout to run this muhfucka hot I'm comin' up to the M-Town to fuck wit'chu homie I got you nigga, from Cashville to M-Town, bitch [Chorus: Young Buck & DJ Paul] They'll neva take me alive, I ain't goin' back to jail (Ayy) The money lookin' good I got dope to sell (Heyyy) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Come on) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Yeahhhhhhhh!) You can't catch me, you can't hold me (What) You can't find me, 'cause you don't know me (Let's goooo!) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Hey) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Yeahhhhhhhh!) [Verse 1] First I'ma get a key (Yea), here I go, rememba me? (Hey) I took it from my enemy, left him in his Bentley seat (What) Never should have let me go (Nah), I don' got my mind right And even though I'm on parole, somebody gon' die tonight Cutlass got the dark tints (Come on) Fuck it we gon' park then See who sittin' on 26's then we gon' rob them Holla at a couple bitches (Heyy) Know who we are man? Some real niggas, I'm a ghetto superstar, man Now set it off (Yea), break 'em off, fuck some handcuffs Stand up (Yea), and what, nigga man up Walk out the courtroom feelin' like O.J (Come on) I got my knife in the club if you wanna play [Chorus: Young Buck & DJ Paul] They'll neva take me alive, I ain't goin' back to jail (Ayy) The money lookin' good I got dope to sell (Heyyy) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Come on) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Yeahhhhhhhh!) You can't catch me, you can't hold me (What) You can't find me, 'cause you don't know me (Let's goooo!) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Hey) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Yeahhhhhhhh!) [Verse 2] Will you step out of the car sir? Why you pull me over? Looked him in his eye then took his head off his shoulders (Yeahhhhh!) Cocaine dreams, I can see me runnin' the team (Come on) Some butt-naked bitches packin' grams of that green (Heyyyy!) Bustin' at patrol cars from the project roof-tops Gotta keep 'em outta here so that we can move the rock (Okay) Mafia, militant like a black panther I'm like a young Huey Newton in a black Phantom Yo we shootin (Yo we shootin') And recruitin' (And recruitin') Startin' riots (Startin' riots) That's how we do it (That's how we do it) And I'm not turnin' myself in so stop askin' (Nah) We hop out blastin', and walk out laughin', yea (Ha ha haaa) [Chorus: Young Buck & DJ Paul] They'll neva take me alive, I ain't goin' back to jail (Ayy) The money lookin' good I got dope to sell (Heyyy) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Come on) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Yeahhhhhhhh!) You can't catch me, you can't hold me (What) You can't find me, 'cause you don't know me (Let's goooo!) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Hey) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Yeahhhhhhhh!) [Bridge] What's up all my real niggas and real bitches It feels good to be in ya'll city tonight! Now I need everybody To put they trigger fingers in the air! And repeat after me! Let's go! Got a gun, bitch I got a gun too (Come on) Got a gun, bitch I got a gun too (Come on) Got a gun, bitch I got a gun too (Yeahhhhhhhh!) [Chorus: Young Buck & DJ Paul] They'll neva take me alive, I ain't goin' back to jail (Ayy) The money lookin' good I got dope to sell (Heyyy) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Come on) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Yeahhhhhhhh!) You can't catch me, you can't hold me (What) You can't find me, 'cause you don't know me (Let's goooo!) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Hey) Fuck the police, nigga (Yea), fuck the police (Them niggas love to hate) (Yeahhhhhhhh!) [Outro] Yea Ayo man I just felt like I need to let the world know Ya know, fuck L.A.P.D. man Fuck N.Y.P.D. man Ya know I mean Matter of fact Fuck, fuck them country ass police in Ca$hville, nigga, yea And-and, you-you can try to pull a nigga over and all that But I tell my niggas, nigga we shoot back! YEEEAAA!!! So you know, when you see me, swangin', nigga Handlin' my business, mindin' my own business Stay the fuck out my way nigga! Ha haaa Ca$hville Records nigga! We get money though! Fuck the police! Yeahhh! They'll never take me alive!

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  • Young Buck