Lyrics:
'round.
A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound
...a buck or a pound
...a buck or a pound.
Is all that makes the world go around
That clinking, clanking sound...
a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped
I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards
Lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer's
How can I? How can I? How can I?
Get up, make a buck
Get up, make a buck
My race was bred on hash
My race was bred on hash
Get up, make
neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveler's check
But if a vic' tries to choke me
I'll have to smoke him like I'm smokey the bear, so
Yo, what up?
Hi, so we're just a couple of friends
Calling to see if, umm
We can buy MDMA
Yeah, as long as you can pay
Fifty bucks is that
Yo, what up?
Hi, so we're just a couple of friends
Calling to see if, umm
We can buy MDMA
Yeah, as long as you can pay
Fifty bucks is that
Buck
Fuck chuck, my nigga to the end is Kurupt
Bee bee eyed Buck does it all,
I make your gun jam
With shells from my gun,
Feels like a body slam
If we starved then, now we going up
I done lost my trust, she done fucked me up
Trying to scam all day trying to get some fucking bucks
On my
your sets in the air
Ya bumpin' them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin' there actin' like you wonder
your sets in the air
Ya bumpin' them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin' there actin' like you wonder
You, uh, wanted to know what the good life is?
Beats by Herb, Rhymes, Kid 'n Play and cuts by Wiz
Just hype it up for this here crowd
With moves that
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
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
Hit the deck I got the Tech right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveller's check
But if a vic' tries to choke me
I'll
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
nigga
Killin'em off
Niggas that kill, uh
Buck buck, nigga
You gets fucked by niggas that kill
We pack that muthafuckin' steel
Niggaz that kill, geah
Mc
got caught
Got his head popped
Dead body dropped
That's that Buck shot
Muzzle flashing hot
Gon get yourself caught, by that Buck shot
By that, By that,
Haaaaaa
Geezy
Aye man who that is Callin man
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaaa
I took em off, I did it again
These n***** be mad
to the grace of our Lord, and the scriptures
It's been a hard ride but I been blessed to do it wit yas
Cos life Gon' buck, like a rodeo bull
You take the bull by
to mention
It ain't a shortcut to success I took the long way
Keep it a buck and now they fuck wit me the long way
It ain't no cap I do exactly what my songs
Since we talking money let's spice it up
Everything brand new when I pull up
Back to back Rover trucks
Cost a couple bucks
I been getting money
Ain't
ain't seen mans face
Get man down in my airforce ones
If I buck into you ahlie you're done
Ill swing or Ching I ain't doing race
Bally on me they ain't
the japs
All of because you talked smack
About my Vbucks
Don't ever talk shit about by V bucks
Shooting kids with a gun
The Fortnite rocket launcher is
[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
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