Lyrics:
whiskey in your liver
Duel of the Iron Mic, it's the fifty-two fatal strikes!
This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear
when the Gods get
whiskey in your liver
Duel of the iron mic, it's the fifty-two fatal strikes!
This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear
When the gods get
on a street sign?
Lil' Buck slammed right into them durves
Made a U, and scooped me as I crawled straight to the curb
My nigga Lil' Knife let the Tech start
the life that I'm livin I need it
Don't believe me ask my wife and my children
See I'm back on the street packin the heat
Royalty checks equal to crack in
watch how I clean it up
Word on the street she gon' fuck for a bankroll
From the front to the back Ima beat it up
Whatever you want on me Ima run it up
Hey
Will
Yeah
I'm feelin' like Will (hey)
I feel like a prince
I'm feelin' myself (buck, buck)
I'm loaded with bills
'Cause I wasn't blessed
know we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the fifth
And he cocks it
Rock shit, we make
on a .35
Then I gotta bust or cap back home if I'm lucky lucky
Sj coulda went pro (free 'em), but instead he caught him a duppy
On these streets they
[Donald D]
In the street, blood is spilled
My sniper skills make me lethal and ill
(buck buck buck) the fat lady sang
From the ceiling I watch
to eat, I'm a make a nigga dance
Even if I got to clap in the street
This is something like lock up, murder behind bars
A warrior, my story defined by my
Bought a new prepaid 'cause my plug said nigga it's back on
This a celebration bitch, my nigga Buck back home
My nigga yoho wordsmith had that ho
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
back at her face.
They tell her where she's been
I'll tell you where she's going,
She's got her name on a stool down at Eddie Owen's place.
She
woo!!!
Got doe sense a snot noise
bootlegs out a Pepe's doe
commission for like five buck
Relocated saw like five bucks
Pistol behind my back like
on the new Glock
Bitch, nah, fuck that
It's lil Dillinger, Young Buck
We buck first, pussy, we don't buck back
and dat chopper, knock a oppa out his buck's hat
[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game over,
Rather just be by myself
Canadian Goose with the Vancouver elk
I'm bugged out, got me tapped out
Two perc 10's and they good for my health
Ooh, I'm
Slow down I can't take the heat
Slow down, it's wicked in these streets
Slow down I can't take the heat
Slow down, it's wicked in these streets
(yeah) , fill up my cup, ew (Back with gang)
I ain’t throwin’ no white flag
I ain’t never drove in no Jaug’ only big B’s
Niggas turn fool for the cash
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
the motherfuckin G
to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho
I had to come up strong to get where I'm at
Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back
dust my feet
I get to move for the street
Kingdom Bucks
Nothing wrong with
Bringing in them bands
Prayer Punk
I been steady desperate for to win
Highly
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