Lyrics:
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
Young Buck:
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
'cause I Cock My Shit,
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
schizophrenic
Murderer, robber psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off murderer, robber
Psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck
[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
'cause I Cock My
in a double face not a place to run
get the gun and buck it let'em know I ain't the one to fuck wit
I stuck with this rough shit
screaming tell god
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck
'em all, yeah, I'm burning it up
Aw naw, Big Snoop Dogg
You tuned in to the number one
Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four
So get real fool,
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
had to do it to 'em
Forty I see you
Oh I see you homie
I stay late tonight right
You know what happen when I stay late, heh
Yea
Boy wonder
I
I keep it evil 'cause them goodie
Goodies never make a buck
I keep it evil 'cause them goodie
Goodies never make a buck
I keep it evil 'cause them
im comin wit it
Stay down, they can never ever take away the crown
And if they get to acting crazy better blow em down
And they caught a nigga
Yeah, man the flavor, flavor
Yeah!
Ah yeah, who we doing?
[Chorus]
Buck, buckin' 'em down, buck, buckin' 'em down
Buck, buckin' 'em down
Speak wit I'm em, I'ma watch this
Ah ah ah, Cappa, Cappa
Keep ya head to the sky
(Keep ya head to the sky)
Keep ya head up
(Some things
'em down (Shut 'em down)
Yes, we shut 'em down
(War Criminals, Politicians, No Surrender, By any means)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down (Shut 'em
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
Runnin shit track and field
Tell 'em go man fuck the yield
Hoppin out on his heels
On the block get highlight reeled
Having bucks reach and get
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
of the coldest motherfuckers
To spit these fast lyrics on one track
Buck 'em with a lyrical bullet in the body
Because I gotta get the fire know the shit don't
A blaze orange cap laying up on my dash
Slow riding down an old farm road
Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro
There's a little slice
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