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Power high, power low You could take 'em all to school You could fly, wilt the stilt had nothing on you Lambchops and afro-do, Milwaukee bucks
(Buck Trent & George McCormick) Suppose you wanted someone the way I want you Just imagine your body, mind and soul breaking in two Walk
Everythangs corrupt, everythangs fucked up Everythangs 'bout to buck me shit out of luck Everythangs corrupt, everythangs fucked up Everythangs
skies And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive I had a good friend in New York City
skies And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive I had a good friend in New York City
Buck buck buck-buck-buck, buck-buck buck buck! All rude bwoy lissen up! Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop Stop shootin black people, we
the bucks by one by one, leaving nothing in return. Watching the majesty blow past. Speculating which will be the last. Savoring my piece of pie.
help me My niggas, they grimey Put slit's in your cheeks (Goddamnit) Any mothafucka that'll claim that he bang Couldn't be about it So I hang him by his
put him by A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve gauge I could've deep-sixed him, wouldn't bat an eye Well, he's not like we are, see he
by sharp things I've been saying so long I can't believe the way she takes it I've been practicing The art of heartbreak Practicing The art
pony and a Navajo Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough For the people passing by They thought that they would make some easy bucks By
the wind and rain By havin' strength to go against the grain Well, there's more folks than a few Who share my point of view But they're worried If they're
making it rain Go to Milwaukee and n stunt with some bucks They counted me out I ain't giving a fuck Iceberg Tin like Ice Trae Young Damn they so mad
a dark corridor Then opened the post one morning Woke up one morning Doctor Bucks' letter Of my own making, I walk a dark corridor o'er my heart
to check you I'm Chi as buck-fifty's and Pelle Pelle leathers Some say my beats made the Bulls play better I say, black on black is the hate that hate
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,
pony and a Navajo Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough For the people passing by They thought that they would make some easy bucks By
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
pony and a Navajo Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough For the people passing by They thought that they would make some easy bucks By
the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes She walked by asking me, "Are you Nas?" Why? "If you was I'd be totally TWI" What's that? "Totally with it,
Abiding by the part where the bitch Get raped for some fuckin' bucks I will cum on your flesh and bones
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
pony and a Navajo Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough For the people passing by They thought that they would make some easy bucks By
the police Strap it went buck buck buck buck Booyaka shot buck buck buck buck Booyaka shot Dirt on her heels wind on her back Laughter silenced by the drone
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