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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
the Kowloon night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them
For the tea and sympathy

I want to defy
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang

Lloyd Banks:
My Eyes Low, Hydro Leakin' Out That Tahoe
I Know G-Unit's Them Niggas I'm'a Ride Fo'
Nah Hoe, I Ain't
Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang

[Lloyd Banks:]
My Eyes Low, Hydro Leakin' Out
To the beat of your own drum
If you got it like that
Yeah it's hot like that
Eh eh eh
Yeah it will make you say eh eh eh
So bang a drum, bang a drum

You got me
streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
Still, it's so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge
The moon is low tonight
Nightswimming deserves
felt us drum apart
And every step you took
Was a stomp upon my heart

I onty hope that someday you get
Them low down blues

In some smokey honky tonk
tender heart
 That you crushed beneath them soles
 With your cold bustin' stompers
 You left my head so full of holes
 Words and Music by Williams
blade
So when I wave it, you gon' say Rae mad

Now it's '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you can't
It's blood in my eye, I might get amped
the Kowloon night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them for the tea and sympathy

I want to defy
the Kowloon night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them for the tea and sympathy

I want to defy
the Kowloon night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them for the tea and sympathy

I want to defy
How can I? How can I? How can I? 
Get up, make a buck 
Get up, make a buck 
My race was bred on hash
My race was bred on hash
Get up, make
down, gritty and grimey
Shiftee! Low down, gritty and grimey

Come and just bust me, peel the real shit!
Drilled through ya ear drum, hell yeah, I'm
livin unforgivin
I've been driven psycho, I just might go BUCK BUCK BUCK
Wild do it right, keep it tight
So I sight busters in the scope, no hope
Cut
and yo it's givin me a boner 

I got thoughts of Annie Oakley
But that buck toothed tramp in that last town she broke me 
And we didn't even fuck
I
What can the numbers 
And the words in my head mean? 
Killroy was here 
And so was Buster Crab and Ed Gein. 

No joke. 
Hit the low note. 
We all
light Is not the neon filler 
not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark 
light is the moses 
splitting the waves in a sea so dark 
there?s
looked low
You're never gonna find someone who loves you so
Stand tall, stand strong
You're only gonna see you're right where you belong

Don't try to fix
what?
So partner tell me what's happenin'

These streets is real
These niggas can't steal, what?
For the jump out boys, when they drive by

So if you're
drive by

So if you're ready for it
Smoke dro for it, tell 'em
An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin'

Adamsville, Watts,
Westside,
Miriah's sound
So you know I'm on some other shit
Sneak peak, low creep, deep cover shit

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: AZ]
Local wars, coastal brawls,
If you
niggas
Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write glory
True holding my flag, it's all engraved in my blade
So when I wave it, you gon' say Rae
[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
on a dime
The West coast stays on your mind - the line
Is thin, I'm in for the win so you lose
Original like Chuck T shoes
Who want to dis the rider
Light