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The difference between me and you is ya boy real
Precise Music, started my own label
I ain't scared to die I'll cut my own cables
Look, by the vine that you niggas

I felt like Cube 'cause today was a good day

For me to act the fool in my trey

I'm not worried 'bout a sucka tryin' to stick and rob

I just buck

ungreatful mi give thanks life
Give thanks to all of  who deh by mi side
Help and support the thing all when mi dry
Mi nah go forget unuh when time mi rise

I
Wont say it again
Killing these niggas
One stroke of the pen
And I 
Thought we could vibe
Everything planned out it's all by design
Planted my feet

played a little eight ball, made a few bucks
Dropped a little change in that old jukebox
Time flew by, next thing I knew
I went for one but I stayed 'til

walking up, I love it when they jocking
I'm just focused on my commas bruh, I'm talking guala, dollars, bucks
Mo' money, mo' problems I can see them

[Mishon (Doe Mac)]
I'm in the house by at least 6 o'clock (that's right)
Playstation until I drop (ha ha)
Even though I sing the fun don't stop
I'm still

keep it clorified
The media's the target and now they gots to die
Son of sam, Sam of son, buck you with my shotgun
Wicked work will be done, fuck it,

the Mack.
Identify the items by the bar code on the tag.
Identify the rapper
Cuz he's knee deep in the vag.
I got my glocks cocked,
I got my nine's primed,
I

Who came in the game
and ran the underground just by sayin' his name
Mike Jones-Jones, the dude that's so smooth
In 7 months he blew, split haters in

regular route
Cos short cuts only end up in short bucks
Get the dough and just stack, leavin em feelin like track,
Cheaper dan rat my damn voice platinum

don't save the whales
Doin' the Bumpersticker Rock

By the time that I reached Texas. Rifle racks and pickup trucks
I learned that Rush is Right, who ever

to the sky
And let times pass us by, while we chilling getting high (Mike Jones)
I be solo while I'm sipping drank, and blowing (do-do)
I'm from the city where

is making it back to the crib 
Hey you got two bucks? 
Not easy to do in a hospital gown and a bib 
Hell no you crazy fuck 
It's good that I love me

in her soft-focus parade
helpless but i can't complain
can't move a muscle i won't even try
thirty-five bucks down the drain
hypnosis in her soft focus

Don't tell me your life sucks
You pay five bucks
For a man who wants to mop the floor in your factory
You live oh so happily

(Then I whisper in your ear

the street to the Gap where all the
Yuppie college kids shop
I was there until about 5:30 or 6
I scored about 10 bucks
So me and my girlfriend, you met her,

and still get struck by lightning
Losing hope
Right as you feel the rope tightening
Around your neck
'Till what you're left with is an
Epileptic
Paranoid

on the track
Marty fuckin it up
Know I’m from the mil
the home of the bucks
The brew is my crew
And we don’t like the cubs
Battle Royale we stay catching dubs

chop it up by the onion
J chop it up, let's keep it a buck, I don't gotta touch
I be boolin with cuz, huh
I be boolin with Buzz, yuh
These fake shooters

it

She was stuck in her past so we ain't have a future
Had me blinded by ass til I seen that we were

On two different levels a buck would make her

steppin'
So my ambition got me pointed in the right direction
Fueled by depression and life lessons
I learned when it comes to being real, ain't no second

I put a Buck-120 deep between your eyes
Because I think tonight I'm on some psycho shit
And if I'm playing the fool, it's just to lure you in 
I might

Just last week they wanted to fuck with me
I wanted to buck that piece 
But i cant afford to walk in a courtroom
Already got a monitor as my ankle piece