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town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me

Don't blame me
Don't blame me

I swear by God it is
years now we sell it in town
Under the bucket that goes down.
No one knew of it but three:
Mr. Grant, Davis and me.

[Chorus]

I swear by God it is
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me

Don't blame me
Don't blame me

I swear by God it is
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me

Don't blame me
Don't blame me

I swear by God it is
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me

Don't blame me
Don't blame me

I swear by God it is
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me

Don't blame me
Don't blame me

I swear by God it is
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me

Don't blame me
Don't blame me

I swear by God it is
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me

Don't blame me
Don't blame me

I swear by God it is
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me

Don't blame me
Don't blame me

I swear by God it is
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me

Don't blame me
Don't blame me

I swear by God it is
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me

Don't blame me
Don't blame me

I swear by God it is
Lyrics & Music by Mac Powell

From the recording: Third Day, Track #10.

Sometimes things don't work out quite the way
That you wanted them
Written by: Stephen Allen Davis / Boo Hewerdine


Confrontation ain?t your thing

You say that laying blame won?t do no good now

So before you go
reason to rebel (nyaah)
All of this hatred this has to be hell 
Feeling down on yourself try living my life
More money more problems that ain't no lie
thugs who collide
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin' by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
times
Now my man Book ain't writing me back
So I figured, try to reach 'em with rhymes, no listen to Mac

We thuggin' for life gonna take it
And then
I'll get along without you now that's plain to see
I don't care what happens next for I'll get by somehow
I don't worry cause it makes no difference now
sold Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.

The people are fooled by
babies in your hands
And the old man playing checkers by the trees
Mac Arturh Park is melting in the dark all the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone
[Q-Tip] 
Just feelin' things out for real, ya know? 
Just want to do me for real, ya know? 
No reason to make it complicated, you feelin'
copping this
Even though it's free for the people there ain't no stopping this
Popping fresh, caking up, I'm breaking up the, monotonous flow
That can't
might be leaving soon

For a club or just a taxi home
I'd like to be in a taxi by her
Take a chance, make my move
Could be knocked back and they would all
a game in my vein

[Verse 1:  Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be