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Played an old Buck Owens record never ever seen it fail
Got the hungrys for your love tiger by the tail

We're goin' foot stomp stompin'

You know I
fall.
Down will come the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) it's all over wit'.
Another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit.
The way I
I'm real close to J, I seen ups and downs hit
But I ain't never heard him sound the way that he sounded
Really caught a nigga by surprise, I was
Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit

Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car
I can see my man Rashad
As he described how the bucks hit him
And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked wit him
This bucket
pretty penny if the mother of my enemy
My brother's sendin' me four bursts from down south
And for the lies you told, I'ma buck you in the mouth
Now
I'm a beast in the booth, I'm just sayin'
(Yeah!) I make 'em wanna get low
Duck wit' it, buck wit' it, let's go
Every time I spit a rhyme, it's
Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home
I got money loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money
the motherland, make yourself at home
I got money loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money maker, player hater
And put my ugly ass face on the album cover
With are & be	 top ten hits
And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!)
Fuck that, though, yo,
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
play by the rules like
Tock, tick, when the clock hit one
Y’all niggas is done
Buckshot’s it, you need to stop

It don’t matter, the Porsche
soon became bucks

Had everybody sprung wondering where I came from
Screaming out "Independent's fucked up" in the same tongue
With an indelible
condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice
Mother Parks said, "Brother
Or feel hot, you meet my richer nigga taker 

With balls on my caper and find her if you gotta maker 

Braker, two one one, with my two new guns
Random!
Everybody on my team is winners
Everybody on your team beginners
Why you do that, rapper? Fucking new-jack rappers
Flinch when I walk by cause I
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my
Or feel hot, you meet my richer nigga taker 

With balls on my caper and find her if you gotta maker 

Braker, two one one, with my two new guns
shit on your new album or what? 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half

Man don't you
on the back
I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'bout to go fishin with a clip
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
meet down 
So if you burn a bridge how you gonna cross town 
Think about it now and cry later 
A mothafuckin money maker so I die greater
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
I'm on a first-name basis with
Address me by the alias, that trunk weighted like he
'Bout to catch a case again, eighths louder than the voice of
Satan
was shoe box and lint
I only write raps just to give you niggas hits
Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album coming November, that's