Young Buck Ya Betta Know It Lyrics

The Rehab Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Streetz
  • 2 This Is Mine
  • 3 Smoke Our Life Away
  • 4 Statistics
  • 5 Keep It Moving
  • 6 Hood Documentary
  • 7 Ya Betta Know It
  • 8 When the Rain Stops
  • 9 Not Killing Me
  • 10 Nothin 4 Ya
  • 11 The Bust
  • 12 Like a Million
  • 13 Leave It Alone
  • 14 Reality Check
  • Ain't it crazy what time do?
    Time can heal things or time
    Can make things worse
    What time you on?

    I'm inside this double Y's
    With a couple of pies
    A couple of guys who don't care
    What if your mother dies
    Twistin' my wrist and let it bumble,
    My nigga, want some advice?
    I'm not finished with it yet
    I got a surprise
    I'm not moving with it wet
    But once it dries
    Pull up in the projects
    And open up their eyes
    Fuck 'em, I got Columbian ties
    So I be damned if I let you
    Break me down in your sad shit,
    Little nigga
    And though my bitch ain't Nicki Minaj
    I treat her whole like my
    Chevy Impaka in my garage
    You out here playn bout this type
    Or tryna dance with the stars
    And I'm busy baggin' palls
    Tryna pack it in cars
    Told my partner "what we've got?!"
    Said "nothing is ours"
    You get your ass back on that rockin' door
    Come back when it's ours
    They say money can't buy you happiness
    But damn, I'm feeling good
    Bet everybody would go and get some millions
    If they could

    [Hook]

    Fuck with me and I'mma let you go
    Bitch broke and I'mma let her go
    Getting money and I'mma let it show
    Street nigga, I'm just letting you know
    Taking everythang I came for
    So please stay in your lane, ho
    Gettin' everything I aim for
    P.T.G. nigga, I'm trained to go

    Ain't it crazy what time do?
    Time can heal things or time
    Can make things worse
    What time you on?

    I'm inside this double Y's
    With a couple of pies
    A couple of guys who don't care
    What if your mother dies
    Twistin' my wrist and let it bumble,
    My nigga, want some advice?
    I'm not finished with it yet
    I got a surprise
    I'm not moving with it wet
    But once it dries
    Pull up in the projects
    And open up their eyes
    Fuck 'em, I got Columbian ties
    So I be damned if I let you
    Break me down in your sad shit,
    Little nigga
    And though my bitch ain't Nicki Minaj
    I treat her whole like my
    Chevy Impaka in my garage
    You out here playn bout this type
    Or tryna dance with the stars
    And I'm busy baggin' palls
    Tryna pack it in cars
    Told my partner "what we've got?!"
    Said "nothing is ours"
    You get your ass back on that rockin' door
    Come back when it's ours
    They say money can't buy you happiness
    But damn, I'm feeling good
    Bet everybody would go and get some millions
    If they could

    [Hook]

    Shit, I didn't train to gettin' nothin'
    And gettin' back in it
    I be pulled up in that 'lac with the back tinted
    Looked at my whip and politely asked
    "Is that rented?" He said "I'm done",
    "It's a terrible way to end it
    I'm thinking "Yeah, you right, forgive me a minute"
    he told me "time is money, and if you got it
    Just spend it! And if you wanna get on it
    These niggas waiting to get it. They really
    In it, besides, they ain't paying you tickets"
    "So what you wanna do? You wanna wait around
    To get evicted, and let these rappers and magazine
    Lies get it twisted? Nigga, you gifted,
    Jesus fell from the cross, but He was lifted
    Once He got back on his feet, that's when He shifted"
    None of this shit is scripted
    All of this shit is true
    I guess this must be the difference between me and you
    Look what I been through
    And where I been to
    And look at what some years
    In a fuckin' pen do!
    Let's fuck, bitch!

    [Hook]

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