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R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie
Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread, homie
Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta
They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from AlabamaMartin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance
That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
See that ice, the dope man paradise
Boy, better think twice that dope have you doin' lifeThey tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next?
They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks
Hey, money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paperYeah when you look at us, just think about it
We don't own nothin, if we get money, we got a lil' few dollars
But our whole family tore up, nigga, you gettin' the money
For the people in ya family that ain't got nothin'
When it's all said and done, what do you own?You don't own nothin', you don't own you
The nigga playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey

He can't even be in a commercial with his name on the back
So when it's really all said and done
What did you do this for? What difference did you make?You see how the world changin', yeah, they look so dumb, ain't it?
Wish they just kill 'em all, so now the Middle East, they bangin'
Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit
So how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school withGrabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Well, them young niggas got pistol grips
They been about they killin' shit
But they all some hypocrites, haters, they won't let me be
When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of meNow Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home
They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong
Now we're convicted felons because they caught us sellin'
And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
I need another chance, I wanna meet that Man
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paperYeah, surprise, niggas, hey, we behind that, nigga
Everybody tell me to get money
Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, nigga
I got millions, nigga and I'm still broke, nigga
'Cause that ain't no motherfuckin' money, shity'all playin' right into these motherfuckers' hands
Risk ya life everyday for some bullshit, huh, nigga?
What yo' bank account say nigga? Oh, that's all?They shippin' boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
This soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back
Nigga, this the battlefield, fake niggas scream, "Keep it real"
Yeah, yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them billsHey nigga, time's harder, hey so we grind harder
We takin' chances with that cocaine comin' 'cross that border
Tryin' to make it up out this ghetto life, ain't gotta be this way
Them pigs, they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterdayI prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes
And now I'm beggin', Lord that you don't let me die this time
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paperOur Father who art in Heaven
Please Lord, forgive me for that crack sellin'
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done
These niggas dumbYeah, nigga, they gave my brother ten years, nigga
What the fuck you 'posed to do with that, nigga?
They gave my uncle twenty years, nigga
Matter of fact, they gave my cousin life, niggaI can tell ya how I feel, nigga
To be on that motherfuckin' stand, nigga
Lookin' the motherfuckin' judge in they face, nigga
And he gon' tell you some stupid shit like life, niggaThey sendin' y'all niggas on vacation
Nigga 'cross the nation, nigga
Y'all niggas caught up in the motherfuckin' hype, nigga
Sellin' that white, niggaI've been there, done that, nigga
Nigga, I'm from Mobile
Nigga, they call that bitch [Incomprehensible], nigga
You bring yo' black ass down, nigga
You ain't gon' make it, niggaYou guaranteed to go to motherfuckin' prison
Bein' black where I'm from, nigga
I come from the motherfuckin' impossible, niggaNow y'all niggas gotta deal with me, nigga
I'm here, Zone 4, new motherfuckin' money, nigga
D Boy Squad, Rich Boy, Polow Da Don, yeah
Songwriters
JONES, JAMAL F. / RICHARDS, MARECE BENJAMINPublished by
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Maurice Richards (born September 2, 1985 in Mobile, Alabama), better known by his stage name Rich Boy, is an American rapper and producer signed to Zone 4 and Interscope Records. He is best known for his hit single Throw Some D's, which reached #6 on the Billboard 100. He released his self-titled debut album in 2007, and his second studio album, Buried Alive, is expected to be released sometime late 2010.

He dropped out of his studies of mechanical engineering at Tuskegee University in order to concentrate on music. With a few demo releases, he was noticed by producer Polow Da Don. Rich Boy then signed a contract with Zone 4 through Interscope Records in 2006 and started to work on his debut album. In the meantime, he made guest appearances on one of Ludacris' Disturbing tha Peace compilations and on a few mix tapes, such as Comeback Season by Canadian rapper Drake and Da Bottom, Vol. 5 by DJ Ideal and Jermaine Dupri. On March 13, 2007, Rich Boy released his self-titled debut album and with the success of his hit singles "Throw Some D's," "Boy Looka Here," "Good Things," and "Let's Get This Paper," the album went on to be certified Gold by the RIAA.

His second album will be entitled 5 Million. He said in an interview with djbooth.net that the first single will be released in the summer and indeed, the title will be 5 Million. However, the album title was recently reported as being changed to Buried Alive.





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