[Intro: Young Buck]
I see we had a long night last night
10 cops shot, Dallas what it do?
Cashville we on our way (Hey!)
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I just seen some killer's get some get back
I tried to tell these police that we with dat
I just seen some gangsta's get some get back
I tried to tell these police that we with dat
I look at these shootings like I did that (I just did that)
I tried to tell them these blood nigga's with dat
I just seen some crips get some get back (Wuddup cuz)
I'm just trying to tell Obama that we with dat
And this shit ain't over
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Laying on the roof waiting for 12 to come through
.223 shells what they hell they gon' do?
Gripping on the handle
Thinking about Philando (Rest in peace)
I'ma blow out his candles, make him out of example
I'ma take you to Atlanta
I'ma hit em with it while I get em with it
Pussy nigga's stay away from me if you ain't really with it
Rap nigga's keep preaching this peace shit
But just on some last week shit
You was talking that street shit
That Pulling up busting your heat shit
Look how they laid that hand
That baby was sitting in the back seat
Bitch we not crazy this how you made me
I can't let them see me hit
I'm not putting my hands up my black life don't matter
I rather return mine with that ratta tatta tatta tatta
I see we had a long night last night
10 cops shot, Dallas what it do?
Cashville we on our way (Hey!)
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I just seen some killer's get some get back
I tried to tell these police that we with dat
I just seen some gangsta's get some get back
I tried to tell these police that we with dat
I look at these shootings like I did that (I just did that)
I tried to tell them these blood nigga's with dat
I just seen some crips get some get back (Wuddup cuz)
I'm just trying to tell Obama that we with dat
And this shit ain't over
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Laying on the roof waiting for 12 to come through
.223 shells what they hell they gon' do?
Gripping on the handle
Thinking about Philando (Rest in peace)
I'ma blow out his candles, make him out of example
I'ma take you to Atlanta
I'ma hit em with it while I get em with it
Pussy nigga's stay away from me if you ain't really with it
Rap nigga's keep preaching this peace shit
But just on some last week shit
You was talking that street shit
That Pulling up busting your heat shit
Look how they laid that hand
That baby was sitting in the back seat
Bitch we not crazy this how you made me
I can't let them see me hit
I'm not putting my hands up my black life don't matter
I rather return mine with that ratta tatta tatta tatta
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