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The boy walked into 
Into the road 
Because he was hit by 
Hit by the bus 
He's got the 'ump 
Emergency Tax 

the road jack
Dreamin' of that tour life
Can't be held back
Breaking away, no cap
Ain't no fuckin' time to nap
Rather sell crack, rather trap
Than sign my

a futon
But the truth be told
I'm thick font on point and bold
I break the mold, I bend don't fold
My soul has been controlled
By the creator
Hit a brother

homeless
I'm surrounded with greedy, gloomy, starving and helpless
Minds like mined by psychological master miners
At the times of regret hate and all these

And by the way she moves
Its captivating
And then when we locked eyes
The room got hazy
Took a couple of steps
Hit the floor
Then I knew that I had
Found

time
Feeling like Ja, I'm flashing my 9
(My nine my nine, 9 9)
Shot him down like 1, 2, 3
Jack Fackler ain't nothin to me
Hit 'em once that's R.I.P.

around them,
You could end up missing,

Kisses to my misses,
cnd hit the road like,
Hajj, with the pilgrimage,

Man say, pray for the mandem,
Pray for

Don't try get on our wavelength
Go overboard
The frequency mad bro.
Back den was avoiding boydem
Now the boy der avoiding going Jack Jones

Fukumean get

away by the end of the day
I still have more than y'all I'm bezos
I belong where the stars play

On Madison Square Garden or the Barclays
I could hit

the sack and find a job or hit the road Jack"
Black, I don't disown her, I'm just a kid from Corona
with a G.E.D. diploma, with more ribs showin than Tony

crouch switching up my stance witta toggle
Clique got a headstone on lands that are hollow
Everytime i hit the road i leave a fat pothole
Prone slide

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

you ready"

"Hit it Maestro" -- scratched by DJ LTD

"Hit it Maestro"

Diamonds And Gold

Cheeto Gambine

Top of the Line

2016

everybody they got it, that shit was short-lived
Jack boys get work, kick your door in
Talk to you on the phone, pistol-whip your girlfriend
Hit a lick for

of morning fucking sun rays
Story of my life, victimized by beer goggles, mom I think I got problem
Ever since I snuck some whiskey in my Similac back when I

Chase
Conducting business out a foreclosed neighbor house

I done lost a brother some money and some hoes
It's been a long road wit a whole lot to go
I'm

at my waist and you saw my achievements
Had too much ach man I can’t see the road
Jail on the list for a place I won’t go
12 try to dap me up I hit

a place I won't go 
12 try to dap me up I hit the woah 
So Mike Jack that nigga 
Told his ass to beat it 

Bitch I stack the bread, like if I'm finna die

know
P-p-pull up to the homie's spot I do it ridin' slow
He got my back I got his back he hit me up like got you bro
This the new era with the old school

I've felt this coming
For a long time 
Now let's fly away
I'm really feeling different
Like I'll hit the Lottery
It's all dependent 
Of your own will

back fool..

Kush by the pound, but I’m partial to Jack too..


So Holla Atcha Gwalla Baby!

Let it ride on the road we stay coasting 
Onna rise they can fall I'll stay floating 
Let's get high man you know that sh** potent 
You can cry I

pussy run through
Hate I had to chop a brick then hit it Kung Fu
Big Facts no cap
He went to kangaroo court hop down the road Jack
Said he got lost along

This that dope talk and my nigga in his scam bag
The hand I was dealt bitch I dealt with the handpress
Food by the ton that's a 1000 grams jack
Put a 2