Lyrics:
For what will score them a quick few bucks
With no regards to the folks getting relentlessly fucked
By the red, white, and blue
By us, them, me and you
down
No fuckin around, homeboy ya get clowned like Krusty
Trust me, you shouldn't play.. and by the way
Chorus: Everlast + "Cheech and Chong" scratches
fucked
Feel right, off a spliff, I'll smoke it all night
Baby girl, when you're right here, I feel right
With a nine by my side, lil' pussy, you could die
Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust
I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that
with
Multiple races shell shocking the racists
Jesse Owens going for broke 442nd
Regiment reworking our work regimens
Preseason veterans dead set
ill, buck 'em down at a stand still
Watch me get ill, watch the blood spill
Chop, swing, off with your head
I'm kinda misled, I'd rather be dead
This
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
to the f***ers that deserted me
I'm spraying raid watch the Cucarachas start to scurrying
I'm getting to the bread you toaster n****s think you're burning me
a thief so ya know I'm on the creep
Sucka nigga want to test me but he can't best me
Buck-buck to the chest and I guess you're death-ly
Now I gotta treat
born a thief so ya know I'm on the creep
Sucka nigga want to test me but he can't best me
Buck-buck to the chest and I guess you're death-ly
Now I
the foundations of the last remix of ? service
Me oh I checked into the murals to see sub numinous f***er and um respect
Find out what it means to me New York
, when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
tired and drowned
You're leveled nigh by the pounding
The lightning's striking you down
While rebels rise when the sound peaks
And they admire us how?
You ain't slick ain't nothin by me
Try me son, offer your best shot
Think real hard give me your best thought
Fought my rivals to the death
Backward
As soon as I got on the horse I forgot about the math
Forgot about the odds against an adolescent
Standing up to all of Owen's wrath
The heat
who is the greatest
I'm tryna be like the most favorite
I am money , I am Vegas , you're a nothing , hocus pocus
you can't stop me , I am focused
I am
your nightmares
We are the gold among mud
While you're the shit among garbage
Well, see the reaper proud of me
I'm the second one ending lives
Of some
I got no truck with your woman
Always comin' over when I ain't home
You hand a buck to me baby
Tried your luck, you tried to get in my song, yeah
Oh
I got no truck with your woman
Always comin' over when I ain't home
You hand a buck to me baby
Tried your luck, you tried to get in my song, yeah
Tell me is you gon' be by my side
Tell me is you gon' do it or die
Let me know if you in it for life
Tell me will you be doin' me right
I been
don't wanna diss me, that's long
'Cause I'm a don, lyrically gone
You want to clash but you're gonna get banged on
Hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
be singin that old blues song
(Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you're soft)
Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up North
You ain't soft, cause
Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
[Young Buck:]
I Come From A Small
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