All My Children Young Buck (Ft. Berner)

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[Verse 1: Young Buck]
[?]
I push a whip and it's foreign, look at my licance plate
Pulling up state to state
Whippin up, baking cakes
A dope boy make mistakes
Everytime he take a break
You niggas already ate
Let me come have your plate
Pay me a [?], and give me half of what you make
My plug better than your's, shit is not up for debate
I watch my partner lose his life because he left too late
[?] cocaine deals let me elevate
We been serving on these Sundays [?] for heaven sake
I just pulled up in these projects, I see yello tape
If I tell you empty your pockets, don't you hesitate
[Chorus: Young Buck]
[?] dead bodies, I just killed [?]
Hundred blocks, hundred rounds, [?]
I put some more ice on my bitch, I [?] prices and shit
I been teaching y'all a lesson, all my children
I know niggas trappin hard to get them a million
I keep telling them fuck that bitch, go buy you a building
Better stay strapped round this bitch
Niggas get clapped in this bitch
I been teaching y'all a lesson, all my children