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to come by(Yeah)
Twenty-one years up on this earth and y'all still sleeping on me
But you watch don't interact so you peeping homie(Watch)
I came a long way

albums go and give a them a listen
I-80 in the kitchen
Will you take me away (take me away)
So many hoes, designer clothes, consume my drink (consume my

dawg, is here I'm all alone
I got it all on me now, eyh

God hey right me the wrongs, and I'll write you the songs
The hits are all me now, eyh
Not little

(me) M to the P O/
R T hyphen P these lames gotta G O/
OG in this bitch receipts ask my P.O./
Fly alpha male shit abiding by the G Code/
I smell and look

How to Flow

Nice & Smooth

Ain't a Damn Thing Changed

1991

there's no one truer
Select a rhyme, and you'll find that few are
Able to match my professional blend
With Greg Nice by my side I continue to ascend

dropping shit like this, ain't no fucking way
Bitch this is album mode
In the blinds with the AR, peeping out
Looking like Malcom mode
Kill me before I break

What's Up green green N for AH dot Beam Win I Try steal high everybody what am I gone Do NA By BYE everybody "Selling, 5 Buck For A Five i smell like ah

Square Three

Buck 65

Square

2003

Buck 65-Square 3


[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist

catch feelings wanna steal my identity
They watch me celebrate
I watch the jealousy developing
And feed off of that
Buy that mans album and eat off

war talk
But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk
So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk
They must be fascinated with the war talk
Bumba all me

Foot Stomp Stompin'

The Tractors

Farmers in a Changing World

1998

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

rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove

FDB [Remix]

Young Dro

FDB

shit

Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?"
(FDP) Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch (fuck that bitch)
Fuck that bitch
Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout

made by the top producers
And look at this guy's page he isn't just friends with losers like me
His profile of has pictures of snoop and jkwon
And eminem

'em gone i'm out in Brooklyn moving
Just broke the digi' scale
They broke, they wanna see me fail
'cause their bag is stale
Crab cakes and cocaine

love me some V bucks 
I ain't even lie
I'll bend you over and cum in your eye 
(Did beat)
I beat minorities until they die 
You have no V bucks now cry
I

(what) (what)
Some shit you don't need to know (yuh) (yuh)
Hit the gas and eyes are low (yuh) (yuh)
On this album i be bleeding my blood
I don't care if I

My Philosophy

Boogie Down Productions

By All Means Necessary

1988

is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from

Mink Miu Miu boots got me tip toin'
Leather sweatpants, that's Rick Owens
Skinny so the blick showin'
Semi with the dick showin'
Private 757 big

Eziah, Call Me When You Get This
T8LR, Where'd You Get That, Are You Crazy
Akim

Gimme the cheese
I gotta eat
I need a leash
All of my dawgs defeat,

You in my lane boy, move over
The blunts are bigger, the weed got a new odor
Get back to your job fucking up food orders
Me, middle finger's up

so I keep my trust all in my intuition and I got the bucks but it’s not against pistons, if you caught that last I’m then fucking w ya 

Are you close

she counting paper not her calories
Gave me her 7 digits said baby just play my lottery
Uhh
Keep it a buck they treating kings like we peasants
When you

Thats how you call me
I'm yo majesty
I'm yo majesty
And my diamond teeth
Rick owens on me
I'm yo majesty bitch
Now can you be there on my side
Brothers