Lyrics:
and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink
And the hangin' judge was sober,
she better pick it up cuz I'm puttin it down
She never had a street nigga
But she feeling my flow
And by the way she really looking
Tellin me she gone
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
like Westbrook & Owens
Bitch I'm pelican fly think I'm soaring
You know what I'm saying
We ain't doing nothin but countin this paper
Sit back looking
house
We catch that boy lacking while he on the couch
I feel like Milwaukee I'm getting them bucks
I want Rick Owens these not chucks
I'm whipping a big
slipping up if we war ready know we gripping up
Brick Owens when I move the dope I don't step in chucks
Forty black girls gotta get the truck
And I don't
homeboy, think twice
Before you step up, step back
Or catch a smack, guess who's back
Chorus
(He's back) Guess who's back (Everybody's in the street) (4x)
(Yeah uh) Why the city so shitty
Show no pity cause this shit'll get gritty
Grinning ear to ear give a nigga buck 50
Tell me do you hear me
Niggas
'Cause I'm a street genius
With a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick
That don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears
I buck queers i
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos All
someday
Some how, some way
I gotta make it up out this life, c'mon
Some way, I gotta make it up out the hood someday
To old Nell, Sigel Street I ain't
Geah, make a move y'all
Which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise
I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze
I'm
most fell in love with the bitch when I came
One hit of this bitch you might fuck around faint
Niggas sweet like funnel cake
Early morning wake and back
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall
couldn't want to go back
Recitation:
He said "You know, I used to be a well-known country singer
Made my first record back in 1953
At one time Buck
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
just a trill ass nigga
Walkin down the street it's Bun B bitch
The nigga you and your girlfriends wanna meet
My nuts hang to the road
So buck up and get
I got my Girl by my Side
cnd I'm headed down the road.
There's a Buck Owens Song,
On the cM Radio.
Well my Pickup Truck,
Is loaded up,
With my Dog,
It's not you it's me baby
I'm always on go
Say i be back by three
But i'm in these streets
Touching roads, roads
Always touching roads
Say i be back
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