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Chronic 2006

2006

01. Chronic 2006 intro
02. Doin' my thing
03. Thug til your death day
04. Ride
05. Skit
06. Do it myself
07. Don't make me hurt you!
08. Return of the project n****
09. Vibe awards skit
10. N***** a change on you
11. Gettin high
12. Married to my gun
13. Get that brick
14. Vibe awards (skit no.2, with young buck/dj whoo kid)
15. Stomp that snitch
16. Project n*****
17. Vibe awards - (skit no.3, with young buck/dj whoo kid)
18. On the corner
19. The projects
20. Guns go bang
21. Money in the bank
22. Freak
23. Live in sumfest 2006 jamaica

Doin' my thing

[Young Buck:]
Yeah this that grown man shit right here
Lets go

[Chorus: Young Buck]
You can catch me with the top dropped bitch
Police know they can't stop this
I'm doin' my thang
Big chain with some rocks on my wrist
Let 'em hate yeah I know I got 'em pissed
I'm doin' my thang
Move 'em in
Move 'em in
Move 'em out
Move 'em out
Money (money, money money, money)
What its 'bout
I've been out here all day trappin' out the house
I am what you call dirty south
I'm doin' my thang

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
So ghetto, still in the projects
Hand on the metal, a nigga still robbin'
You ask how i'm doin', I say i'm all good
But my life been ruined, we livin' like we should
Take away the pain
Don't take away the game
Nigga got to kill me before he take away my chain
I'm still runnin',
And the rims still spinnin'
The work still comin'
And my whole team winnin'
While you ballin' on a budget
You ask what it cost
and I'm hollain' out "fuck it"
Then tell me who the boss
The crumbs, the bricks
The guns, the clips
The thugs, the pimps
The house, the whips
Yep, we can talk if the conversation worth somethin'
A little weed and Hennessey never hurt nothin'
On the real the homie thats still baggin' up grams
The nigga better know who I am
I'm doin' my thang

[Chorus: Young Buck]
You can catch me with the top dropped bitch
Police know they can't stop this
I'm doin' my thang
Big chain with some rocks on my wrist
Let 'em hate yeah I know I got 'em pissed
I'm doin' my thang
Move 'em in
Move 'em in
Move 'em out
Move 'em out
Money (money, money money, money)
What its 'bout
I've been out here all day trappin' out the house
I am what you call dirty south
I'm doin' my thang

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Shake it up, move it all around
Keep it movin' until you hear that rock hard sound
We be groovin' the freaks love the way we comin' down
They be like "Them boys be blowin' dro by the pound"
Ten cars, four trucks and a couple of Os
Put the bitches in the back, we don't love them hos
Hit the switches on the back, make the front end hop
I got it lookin' like Crenshaw on my block
Now hold on homie bbbbbut wait 'till it get worse
I hear him stutterin' sssssayin' my verse
Come grab the wheel from me, i'm about to hang out the sunroof
And let these motherfuckers see a thug when he come through
I'm feelin' it
I got my Guccis on, killin' it
Game and Fat Joe don't know who they dealin' with
Let a nigga run up on me with the bullshit
I'm a show you niggas how to do this
I'm doin' my thang

[Chorus: Young Buck]
You can catch me with the top dropped bitch
Police know they can't stop this
I'm doin' my thang
Big chain with some rocks on my wrist
Let 'em hate yeah I know I got 'em pissed
I'm doin' my thang
Move 'em in
Move 'em in
Move 'em out
Move 'em out
Money (money, money money, money)
What its 'bout
I've been out here all day trappin' out the house
I am what you call dirty south
I'm doin' my thang

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[Young Buck:]
Yeah this that grown man shit right here
Lets go

[Chorus: Young Buck]
You can catch me with the top dropped bitch
Police know they can't stop this
I'm doin' my thang
Big chain with some rocks on my wrist
Let 'em hate yeah I know I got 'em pissed
I'm doin' my thang
Move 'em in
Move 'em in
Move 'em out
Move 'em out
Money (money, money money, money)
What its 'bout
I've been out here all day trappin' out the house
I am what you call dirty south
I'm doin' my thang

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
So ghetto, still in the projects
Hand on the metal, a nigga still robbin'
You ask how i'm doin', I say i'm all good
But my life been ruined, we livin' like we should
Take away the pain
Don't take away the game
Nigga got to kill me before he take away my chain
I'm still runnin', 
And the rims still spinnin'
The work still comin'
And my whole team winnin'
While you ballin' on a budget
You ask what it cost
and I'm hollain' out "fuck it"
Then tell me who the boss
The crumbs, the bricks
The guns, the clips
The thugs, the pimps
The house, the whips
Yep, we can talk if the conversation worth somethin'
A little weed and Hennessey never hurt nothin'
On the real the homie thats still baggin' up grams
The nigga better know who I am
I'm doin' my thang

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Shake it up, move it all around
Keep it movin' until you hear that rock hard sound
We be groovin' the freaks love the way we comin' down
They be like "Them boys be blowin' dro by the pound"
Ten cars, four trucks and a couple of Os
Put the bitches in the back, we don't love them hos
Hit the switches on the back, make the front end hop
I got it lookin' like Crenshaw on my block
Now hold on homie bbbbbut wait 'till it get worse
I hear him stutterin' sssssayin' my verse
Come grab the wheel from me, i'm about to hang out the sunroof
And let these motherfuckers see a thug when he come through
I'm feelin' it
I got my Guccis on, killin' it
Game and Fat Joe don't know who they dealin' with
Let a nigga run up on me with the bullshit
I'm a show you niggas how to do this
I'm doin' my thang

Le texte musical DOIN' MY THING de YOUNG BUCK est également présent dans l'album Chronic 2006 (2006)