Lyrics:
scrapping no bucking
Them no worry we
I know you heard of we Roc rah
Shoot through you coupe niggas don't ride
Niggas just rap just the facts I
Real talk
squad we trapping
Aye C-bone gone slap this nigga, he
Ain't bucking, he just yapping, yea
Say, we took it from packing the pistols
To jacking this
fast
Talking to b****es
Whipping cash out
I'm with my n****s
So f*** the suckers
I'm bucking brothers
Smokin' chronic mutherf***ers
Causing
spittin' ammunition in the radio-even in Zion (Zion)
Millennium and also through the city when they hated
Don't be bucking on my Bone
When someone's
realer than a nigga talk gats loco
Straight smoke ah motherfucka do it fast
Bucking 'em down here red on his back back
[Chorus]
dearly departed better off there
Reliving the psychopath and down with the bucking blast, and taking my chance
'Cause when you get near my sawed off
off our dicks
Never fucking with them loud-ass
Clicks and crews
And bucking down busters that be acting rude
'Cause these niggas and these hoes
On some
war within the matrix, it's hard to see
Touch, hear, smell or even taste it, take your places
We runnin' in these human races, bucking naked
that's when I pull the strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking, I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top-Dog I'm
that's when I pull the strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking, I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top-Dog I'm
where the pain is felt
As you build and destroy yo remain yourself
They say I'm slept on, now I'm bucking in dreams
And rhyme with the mind
You ain't ready for war your stuck in the reserves
I mastered my high so I'm bucking at the birds
I been wanted to fly so now I do it with the words
Countdown is commencing
Pretty soon I'll be saying "Goodbye earth"
A rocket ride on a bucking bronc
At seventeen-thousand miles an hour
It's only
in session, the shooters I just recruited
Turn up - look I came to bust a motherfuckin head
Got some wild knucklehead killers bucking lead
I came
and want some
Let her get your airfare, nigga, when the funk come
He fucking with family, I seen red
For reallies, we bucking, busting 'til everything
Motherfuck them if they coming
We'll be waiting with the pumps
And bucking slugs into they stomach
A hundred mini-missles won't miss you
I can bet you we
They cannot catch me, I'm smashing
I'm ducking, bucking them out here
I'm looking fucking fantastic, I am up in a classic
Now I know what it's like
your mans up
Put your medina's and your lambs up, your grams up
Talking bout bucking each other
Probably fucking each other
D-Block dog, we stuck
You ain't ready for war your stuck in the reserves
I mastered my high so I'm bucking at the birds
I been wanted to fly so now I do it with the words
where the pain is felt
As you build and destroy yo remain yourself
They say I'm slept on, now I'm bucking in dreams
And rhyme with the mind
bring in the stretcher
Strapped down, ready to roll, the god knows
Tears coming down, the bucking, so breathe slow
Meltdown, taking you home,
and the trees
Me and you bucking naked all out the sheets
All I want to do is make ya happy
Just ask me
I'll give you the world if I can fit it through
and a horse bucking
No fools, no fun
Bull rider
Live fast, die young
Bull rider hey
in
Can't find a job so you robbin' and hustlin'
He killed marks and sold dope for cousin 'em
Can't believe they would be the ones bucking him
He
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